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Rafe Cameron One Shot - A Goddess +18

Minor DNI Rafe Cameron x Curvy!Female Reader SMUT, drinking, swearing, soft dom Rafe, oral (male receiving), oral (female receiving), rough oral, praise kink, unprotected p in v, creampie, and spanking. *He's a college hockey player. It's briefly mentioned and purely self-indulgent. Just roll with it. Enjoy 💕 Thank you for the ask!

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Rafe's POV:

"Jesus, Rafey. Losin' your touch, baby?" Kelce snickers as he nabs my freshly cracked White Claw off the bar top.

"Uh, yeah. Two more White Claws and a shot of Tito's on his tab, sweetheart," I call to the bartender, firing her a wink. She shakes her head and smiles, draining the liquor in a glass passing two more drinks my way.

"Thanks for the liquor, baby." Kelsey rolls his eyes and scoffs. "And, no. To answer your question, I haven't lost shit."

"Well, you usually got a girl or two by now..."

"I don't need to try as hard as you, Kelc. Don't worry about me. You could learn a thing or two? Been watchin' your game all night. It's rough."

"By all means, King Cameron, show me how it's done," he mocks. I quickly down my shot, chasing it with a seltzer.

Kelce snakes through the thick crowd of college students bellied up at the bar, a packed dance floor in the center. I can't help but laugh at my group, fawning over yet another variety pack of copy-and-paste girls. They're beautiful, don't get me wrong, but it's the same shit every weekend. Kelce struts over to the last of the bunch, leaving me to break away; what a shame.

I walk toward the bar, leaning back into it as I stare into the crowd. "A vodka cranberry. Please." I hear a soft voice come from my left. "Thank you." That same girl hums as I look down in her direction, watching as she scribbles her name across the tab, passing it back. That's a pretty name.

Her beautiful eyes flick to mine. A sweet smile falls on her plump lips. My eyes fall, lashes fluttering as I try my best to hide what an actual fuckin' dog I truly am, but, my god... She's a fucking goddess. Her cleavage is tied with a pretty little bow in the middle of her dress. Fuck me. I feel my cock twitch, eyes slamming shut; cheeks reddening in embarrassment. I'm too ashamed to even look back in her eyes for how long I've ogled her.

My gaze moves to hers again, still met with that same smile but a cocked brow this time. "You okay?" She chuckles.

"Mhmm..." I grunt. That's it. That's all I got.

"Alright... Have a nice night," she giggles lightly before turning away, dress moving with her. The thin material hits just below her perfect ass, leaving her legs on display. Her dress shifts on her round hips as she moves, her ass recoiling with each step making my eyes roll back.

And, then, she stops just a few feet away. Joining my crowd, one of the girls hugs her. Another, leaning in to whisper something that makes her laugh. She lifts the drink that she bought, surrounded by a group of fuckin' boys who should have bought it for her. A girl like that doesn't need to do that shit. Not one of them is making a move. I hang back, watching her a little as she sips her little drink.

The petite blonde Kelce was talking to gives him a fake laugh and a nod, stepping away; Kelc, obviously struck out with her. His head is instantly on a swivel, looking around the group for another, matching eyes hers briefly before searching for the next. Kelce buries his White Claw before doubling back in her direction. Hell no. I walk toward the two of them, intercepting his efforts; shoving him away lazily. Her beautiful eyes widen in surprise as she looks back up at me.

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Y/N's POV:

"Uhh... Hi again. Are you lookin' for Alexis? She just went to the bathroom-"

"Who?" He furrows his brow, the most delicious smile spreading on his lips as he steps even closer.

"Alexis. Sorry, these guys seemed to know her." You twirl your finger, gesturing to the men gathered around.

"Nah. Never met her. What's your name?"

"Umm, Y/n," you chuckle nervously as you look up at him. He's gorgeous, even in the dim bar; light hair, light eyes, muscular... Holy shit. You reach out your hand, resting it on his chest as you lean closer. "I'm just visiting. What's your name?"

He bites his lip, looking down, eyeing the contact between you. He draws a little breath, his arm wrapping around your body, resting on the small of your back. "I'm Rafe."

"Rafe Cameron?"

"Yeah. Oh, shit. What did I do?" He winces.

"Horrible things," you tease, tapping your hand on his chest. "No. I remember your name from the hockey game." He gives you an open-mouthed smile, drawing you even closer. "You were in the penalty box a lot."

"What? Me?" He asks with an exaggerated tone, pointing at himself. "Never." Rafe's eyes trail your body again, just like they did when you got your drink; when you weren't sure if he was interested or just lost in a drunken daze. "You're stunning, by the way," he rasps.

Your cheeks warm up, butterflies swirling in your stomach at his compliment, finding yourself a little too stunned to speak. You lift your drink to your lips, taking a sip as you try to center yourself. "Thank you."

"It's almost last call. Did you wanna get outta here?" He asks.

"Well - I. Umm... I should wait for these girls."

"Eh. They come to our house every weekend, sweetheart. It's up to you. And, if I'm somehow wrong... And hell freezes over. I'll get you home safe. I swear. Scouts honor."

"They come to your house every weekend, and you didn't know Alexis?" You question as you guide your gaze to your gorgeous best friend. You feel his finger hook under your chin, directing your eyes back to his.

"Not my type."

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"This better, y/n?" Rafe asks as he pulls you in a little closer for warmth. His strong arms wrap around your body, chest pressed against your back as you wait for the Uber. You take in his rich cologne, the warmth of his cheek so close to yours.

"Perfect," you hum.

"So, you're just here for the weekend?" He asks; chills fan across your body as his breath hits your neck, just a slight gravel in his voice making you powerless.

"Just to visit. I'm comin' next semester, so I thought I should check it out."

"No fuckin' way," he asks excitedly, turning you to face his chest instead. "You're comin' here? Well, shit. We can do this every weekend. Huh?"

"This? And, what is 'this,' Rafe?" You ask in a breathy tone. His broad palms move a little lower, just a hair.

"Anythin' you'll let me." You give him a little nod, letting him know he can go a little further. "Words, princess."

"You can do whatever you'd like, Rafe."

A devilish smirk tugs on his lips. Rafe is more than satisfied with your answer as his hands rest on your ass. "You're gonna let me do whatever I want? You sure?"

"I mean, unless you don't wa-" He steals your teasing words off your tongue, kissing you deeply. His hands shift to the back of your neck, pulling you nearer. Rafe slows down slightly, lips parted, letting you slip your tongue inside, rolling slowly. You scratch your nails through his dark blonde buzz cut, making him moan against your lips.

"Anything you'd like," you whisper again, feeling his smile spread along your lips.

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The two of you are breathing heavily already, panting into your kiss, his lips on yours before you can even reach his bedroom. He pins you against the wall, lips locked on your neck as you pinch the buttons of his shirt, drawing them open, revealing more skin as you go.

Rafe leads you into his bedroom, throwing the door shut. His rough hands work up your arms, thumbs brushing your straps off your shoulders. Your dress slips to the floor, making him draw back fast. "Y/n, fuck," he groans as his hands instantly caress your curves.

He snaps the lace at your hip, tugging at it impatiently as the other squeezes your tit. "You're so fuckin' beautiful," he smiles, extending a finger for you to twirl under. "Look at this ass, baby. Shittt," he moans as he cracks your skin, making you giggle delightedly.

"Thank you." You slip the shirt off Rafe's broad shoulders, tracing his tanned chest, working your way down as you take in his perfect physique. There's not an ounce of self-consciousness, not with how he's looking at you. You run your nails lightly through the ripples of his abs, tracing his v-lines, slipping just under the elastic of his boxers.

Rafe loops his fingers around your delicate lace thong, drawing it down to the floor, snagging it quickly before lofting it onto his dresser. "Keepin' those. Yeah?"

"M'kay."

"Collateral. I expect you'll come and take them back when you visit me. Yeah?"

"Okay... I mean. Yeah. Of course," You giggle, nipping at your bottom lip. You grab his belt, drawing it open. Rafe pulls them off his hips as your lips meet his neck, sucking roughly.

You move lower, licking along his collarbone. His abs flex as you pass over them, dropping to your knees. "Shit, y/n," he breathes. Your eyes widen as you take him in. White, skin-tight boxer briefs bunched up slightly on his thighs. His shaft and head stick out the bottom, strangled in cotton, leaking from the tip, dripping slightly down his inner thigh, aching to be freed.

You lean in, gaze locked on his as you glide your tongue along the mess. "Holy shit," he whispers, yanking at the elastic, craving more. You tease him further: massaging his precum into his swollen tip as he watches on, dick pulsing with each brush of your finger.

You draw his boxers low, cock, swinging free, standing straight. "Fuck me, Rafe," you whimper, taking a grip on his dick, rock-hard in your hands, feeling your cunt throb. He lets out a drawn-out moan as you wrap your lips around his mushroom tip, watching as his eyes shut softly.

"Mmm... Yes, baby," he praises. You can taste him on your tongue; salty, just a hint of sweetness. Rafe's fingers instantly reach for you, tangling into your hair. He follows your guide as you work his dick inch by inch, pushing yourself to see how much of him you can get. His warm tip kisses the back of your throat. You can feel the blood pumping in his cock.

You sweep your tongue along the bottom, feeling every ridge and vein. "Fuck, y/n. So fuckin' good. Feel so good," he mumbles, the pleasure in his voice making your eyes roll back. You fuck his aching cock deep into your throat, vision clouding as tears gather in your eyes. Blinking your sights, you feel warm tears roll down your cheeks, making Rafe smile. "Good girl," he groans. "Look at you. Shit." Rafe's hips jostle, the muscles in his thighs tightening under your hands.

Popping off his cock you kiss his tip before opening your mouth wide, slapping his dick against your tongue. "Use me," you whisper warmly, taking him back into your mouth as you grip his wrists; Rafe's fingers are already twisted in your hair.

"Where have you been, pretty girl?" He grunts. "So fuckin' perfect." Rafe pitches his hips, dick driving into your throat, taking you by surprise. You relax your throat as he picks up pace. The squelching of spit, groans, and muffled moans fill the room as he ruts deep. You gag on his cock, making his eyebrows furrow. "Gonna cum. Gonna fill that pretty mouth. You ready, baby? You gonna - You gonna be a good girl and swallow it all for me?"

Rafe's head tosses back as he praises your name; that same taste amplified as his cum coats your throat. You drop your hands, gripping his ass, feeling his muscles pulse. "Holy shit, y/n," he gasps, wiping a glaze of sweat off his forehead as he looks down at you in awe. You draw off his cock nice and slow.

"Good?" You pant through a smirk.

Rafe picks you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moves you to the bed. "Good?" He snickers at the ridiculousness of your question. "Not even close, angel," he mumbles as he leans in for a kiss. "M'serious. Alright? Not waitin' 'til next semester. You're visitin' me. You can suck my cock just like that, baby girl, and I can taste this sweet fuckin' pussy whenever I'd like. Alright?"

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm... You're gonna ride my face. How does that sound?"

Your stomach sinks at his request. "Rafe... I don't kn-"

"Nah... M'gonna stop you right there. 'Cause you said, 'Anything I'd like.' Don't be goin' back on your word, princess."

"It's just-"

"I mean, unless you don't wa-" You steal his teasing words off his tongue this time, kissing him deeply. Rafe chest presses into yours, craving you closer.

He lays down on the bed, beckoning you. Rafe touches you softly, brushing his hands up your legs; his lips connect to your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine. "You ever done this before?" He asks. "Or am I the first?"

"You're the first," you whisper, looking down at him nervously.

"A virgin. Huh? You're gonna love it. Alright? Grab the headboard, y/n," he smiles. "C'mon." You feel his warm breath against your pussy, making you weak already. "C'mon," he growls again in playfully tone, pulling you down.

"Fuck, Rafe," you pant longingly as you feel his warm tongue, licking up your silk to your clit. He moans against your cunt; the vibrations are electrifying; your sensitivity, at an all-time high.

"Mmm, you taste so fucking good, Y/n," he moans, locking tightly onto your clit. Rafe sucks and holds you in his mouth, using his tongue to flick. Your thighs instantly start to quiver. He grips your body, guiding you to rock back and forth. "Sit, baby," he pants, hungrily.

"Rafe..."

"Sit." He slaps you roughly on the meat of your thigh, overpowering you; burying himself in your pussy.

"Oh... Just - Just like that," you moan; bringing your hands up, squeezing your breasts tightly. You feel your orgasm in reach. "Rafe, do I cum like this?" You pant frantically. He doesn't answer, continuing to please you. You cry out as his finger slips into your entrance; his ringed digit gives you a little extra friction. The combination of both is absolutely euphoric. His mouth and hands play together beautifully; jolts of pleasure spur through your body as you grind your hips. Rafe increases his pace, moving at an unforgiving tempo. The sloppy sounds of your cunt, heard through the room as well.

"Rafe," you whimper, breathlessly; your pleasure about to bubble over. "I'm gonna... Oh my god," you scream in pleasure. Rafe runs circles on your clit as you ride out your orgasm.

"God, you're so beautiful, baby," he gasps as he sits up against the headboard. "You taste so sweet. That feels good, princess?" He asks as he brushes a few stray tears off your cheek.

"So fucking good," you barely manage to speak between breaths.

"Good, baby. Can't believe that was your first time..." You can hear the genuine surprise in his tone, boosting your confidence even more. Rafe relaxes into the headboard, biting back a smile as you reach your hands behind your back, unclasping your bra, letting it fall onto his lap.

"Perfect fuckin' tits," he hums. You toss your head back as he kisses you roughly, pressing your breasts together, licking a line in between. He locks down on your nipple; swirling, flicking, and nipping your pebbled flesh. Rafe runs his tongue along his bottom lip, his eyelids hooded. "Mmm... Can I fuck you, princess?" He gives you a hopeful smile as his eyes continue to roam your body.

"How do you want me?"

He looks down, eyeing his cock between your thick thighs. His gaze returns to yours; a smirk spreads on his lips. "Just like this, baby girl. He seizes his dick in his hand, leaning back slightly. You bite your lip, giving him a little nod.

You drop down slightly, your wetness transferring to his cockhead. "Fuck me." He lets out a loud groan; eyes, rolling back. Your lips meet his neck, kissing him roughly, licking and nibbling his skin. Reaching around your back, you skim Rafe's tip with your fingers; he lets out a deep groan.

You press him toward you, guiding him to your heat. Rafe takes a handle on the plush of your hips, pressing you down. Your knees widen on the sheet as you work lower, pressure building between your thighs as he starts to stretch you out. "Fuck, Rafe," you whine. Letting out a sharp breath. You look down, watching as you take the last of him.

"Are you okay, y/n?" He whispers. There's a fire in his eyes. Rafe, fully aware of his size. You can tell he's taking satisfaction in asking you so sweetly as he splits you in two.

"M'okay," you whimper. Rafe smiles wickedly in reply.

"Good. I'm not gonna last long. This pussy feels too fucking good." He chuckles weakly.

You start rolling your body slowly, mewling softly into his mouth as you adjust to him. Your hands move up his tight stomach, resting on his chest. Grinding and winding gradually, you press your hands against him; tilting your body away slightly. Rafe watches carefully as you work him in and out of your wet pussy; hands inching up your stomach, past your rib cage, massaging your breasts. His tongue meets your nipple; fingers delighting the other.

Rafe takes you in his arms, shifting the two of you lower on the bed. You sink a little deeper on his cock; inhaling sharply when he lays flat. He lets out a lusty chuckle as you release a drawn-out moan. "You like that? Not too much?" He taunts.

A wide smile spreads on your lips as you toe the line between ache and bliss. "Just right."

"This body was made for me, I swear," he mumbles. "Bounce for me, baby." You start to push on the mattress, breasts moving with you as your skin slaps against Rafe's lap. "Holy shit," Rafe huffs through his kiss-swollen lips; hooded eyes fighting to stay open as he takes you in. Rafe slips his hands around to your ass, spanking one cheek, then the next. Causing your pussy to tense with each slap.

"Mmm... You gonna cum for me, princess?" He croons as his hand, rests against your pelvis; thumb circling your clit. The added contact makes you lose your rhythm. Rafe fucks up into you, holding you in place as he continues to stroke, fighting back his pleasure; but, it's too much.

"Gonna cum," he mumbles.

"Cum inside me, Rafe," you whisper. "M'on the pill. It's alright."

"That what you want?" He asks with a lust-laced tone.

"Cum in me."

Rafe reaches for you, wrapping his arms around your body, taking you quickly to your back. He spreads your thighs wide. Your breath escapes your chest when he plunges himself back in; his fingers greet your clit. Your legs start to quake, jagged breaths as he starts pounding you into the soft mattress. "Fuck, Rafe..." You cry in pleasure as you gush around his cock.

"Gonna cum in this perfect fuckin' pussy," he breathes, voice wavering. "Mmm... Fuck, y/n," he groans; gripping your hips in his hands, eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his cock throbs; heavy loads of cum buried deep. Rafe expels a deep breath, his mouth connecting with yours the next moment.

He pulls out, making you reach for a breath; as he watches your share release drip out of your puffy pussy onto his sheets. The emptiness is comforted by Rafe's hand on you again, fingers swirling through the wetness, stuffing it back inside.

Sex hangs heavy in the air; your bodies, tangled in sheets. Rafe cups your face in his hand, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "Tell me you're free tomorrow?"

A/N: Hi! I hope everyone's having a great weekend! 💕 thanks for reading.

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thebisexualdogdad · 6 months

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One piece preferences - PDA (GN!reader)

Luffy -

● is touchy with everyone so he absolutely has no problem with pda

● and is very casual about it too

● will stop to hug you or kiss you and then go on about whatever task he's doing

● when he's excited he will pick you up and spin you around while he kisses you

● and loves hugging you from behind

● or he will full on koala hug you

● "um hey luffy as much as I love you you're kind of suffocating me"

● but he just smiles and hugs you tighter

Nami -

● around the crew she's not into pda

● and pretends to hate it when you're distracting her from her navigating duties

● "Y/N stop I'm supposed to be directing us to the next island" she giggles while you're kissing her neck when no one is looking

● but if you're stopped in a village that no one knows you in she gets more touchy than she normally is

● you've even made out in the corners of a few bars

● unless any of the boys are also there then she stays her usual reserved self

● but does prefer to go places just the two of you so you can have some alone time and let you see that more intimate side of her

Sanji -

● the boy absolutely loves pda

● playfully kissing you all over your face to make you laugh

● having his hands all over you just because he wants to

● playfully smacking your ass when you walk by him

● having you sit in his lap so he can nuzzle into your neck

● and he will fully make out with you in a public place without any shame

● zoro "they've had thier tongues in each other's mouths for half an hour how have they not run out of air yet"

Zoro -

● not a fan of pda because he doesn't want anyone to see his soft side or think you make him vulnerable

● gets nervous anytime someone walks in on you guys kissing

● "we were just uh-"

● sanji "don't mind me just need to grab this thing and I'll leave you two to get back to playing tonsil hockey"

● "if you tell anyone about this I will dismember you with all three of my swords"

● "sure you will tough guy"

● you laughing while stopping Zoro from actually killing him "Calm down Z he's only teasing"

Usopp -

● very awkward when it comes to pda

● he's honestly still in disbelief that you're even dating him

● he gets butterflies just from you holding his hand

● he gets flustered whenever you kiss him in front of people

● and it doesn't help that Luffy always teases him because of it

● luffy "Usopp and Y/N sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g"

● usopp "what- no- we-"

● "you're so cute when you're nervous" you saying kissing him again

Buggy -

● loves to kiss you in front of his entire crew and forcing his audience to cheer for you guys

● Buggy "now that was one hell of a show"

● has you sit in his lap when he's in his captains chair

● hands around your waist keeping you close to him while you watch his crew performing and he's yelling off orders

● and makes out with you in his lap making everyone watch

● one of his crew "um sir sorry to interrupt but we've got-"

● "not now I'm busy!" And goes back to making out with you

Shanks -

● will happily kiss you in a room full of people

● he's the type to kiss you goodbye even if he's just going to a different room

● always has his hand on your back because he just needs to be touching you

● loves when you play with his hair while you're talking

● and holding your hand while you walk along the beach

● when it's time for his crew to set sail again he will do the dramatic dipping you while he kisses you in front of his cheering crew

● "I'll be back before you know it my love"

Mihawk -

● if he kisses you in public it's usually because someone is hitting on you and he wants to assert his dominance

● "if you so much as look at my Y/N again I will put my sword through your chest"

● then drags you away to make out somewhere that the person can see

● will put his arm around you protectively

● and pull you in closer to him when he sees someone checking you out

● loudly pronouncing his love for you for everyone to hear

● so it's mostly pda out of jealously

#one piece imagine #monkey d luffy imagine #monkey d luffy x reader #nami imagine #nami x reader #sanji imagine #sanji x reader #roronoa zoro imagine #roronoa zoro x reader #usopp imagine #usopp x reader #buggy imagine #buggy x reader #shanks imagine #shanks x reader #dracule mihawk imagine #dracule mihawk x reader #x gender neutral reader #preferences

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 2 months

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Royal Meeting

quinn hughes x royal!reader

note: I love them!!!

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This tour was a year in the making, the Princess of Cambridge touring Canada with her father now ruling. Y/n was named the people’s princess after Diana, the people of England saw a lot of her mother in her. So with her father being someone the public doesn’t have the best view of, it was her job to possibly help restore that.

Starting on the east coast and heading west, the princess was on her second to last stop, Vancouver, before she would be heading over the province's capital. Going to a hockey game with Harry and Meghan was not in the original plan, but the woman was never one to follow plans set out for her. But she could also never pass up spending time with her older brother and Meghan.

Stepping out of the car the woman waves to the people waiting outside, grabbing flowers and giving out hugs; even if she wasn’t supposed to.

She was told by her assistant that Harry and Meghan would meet her in the dressing room halls. Not that she needed to know that given she would just be following her security.

“Meghan!” Seeing her sister-in-law she passes the two security men in front of her, bringing the other woman into a large hug. “Hello, Y/n! So good to see you it’s been to

long!” “I know! I miss my little niece and nephew! Oh- Harry you’re here too, hello.” The brother and sister both exchange a chuckle, bringing each other into a hug.

The three half-watched warm-ups in the lounge, mostly catching up. But they had to stay down there to wait for puck drop.

After getting announced, Harry and Y/n walked out side by side. Looking around at the teams, the girl notices the handsome faces, though one in particular stood out among the rest. On the Canucks the man with the ‘C’ on his jersey, with the most beautiful swept back hair, and facial hair. Y/n loved facial hair, believing it would make any man instantly more attractive. His eyes were dark in the lighting of the area, but she was sure there was more to them up close.

And that she was right, being as he was the captain he would take the ceremonial face off, meaning Y/n could get a closer look at his features.

“Hello.” He said, shaking her hand then doing the same to her brother. His american accent was adorable, and his voice was such a pleasant sound, one she could fall asleep to. She was so entranced with him, she didn’t even say hello back, he probably thought she was rude. In her mind she was patting herself on the back for such a good first impression.

She zoned out, only getting snapped back into reality when the cameras flashed, waiting for a moment her brother never dropped the puck. It made her laugh, thankful she wasn’t the only one making a lousy impression. Whispering to her brother she said, “H, you have to drop the puck.”

Everyone let out a small chuckle, it was all in good fun.

Throughout the game she couldn’t help but have her eyes be drawn to the Canucks captain, who she now learned was named Quinn. It was a name that suited him, she felt that he gave off the same energy as the letter ‘Q’ if that makes sense.

Quinn got a goal and an assist, both of which the woman stood up and clapped for. She couldn’t help herself, and she was sure Meghan noticed. During the time Harry went to the washroom, Meghan leaned over and whispered, “He’s cute. Number 43?” “Oh piss off.”

After the game, and after saying bye to Harry and Meghan, Y/n decided to do something she never thought she would ever do.

She waited outside the home team’s dressing room. Why? She had no clue. How was she going to start a conversation? She had no clue. And with her security around her at all times, it made it a lot worse, because she had an audience.

And before she could over think, the man of her hour came out, “Hi, you’re Quinn Hughes, right? The captain?”

He looked a little shocked that she was talking to him, making eye contact with both her security guards before her as if to say ‘you guys believe this?’ but nonetheless he nods, not having the ability to talk in the presence of her, and her beauty, and the way her confidence was almost seeable in the air. “You played amazing, I mean from what I know about hockey.” She lets out a small breath of air out of her nose in a half-laugh.

“Oh- Thank you.” He knows that to carry on a conversation you should maybe say something back to provoke more words, yet in his state of being at the moment he wasn’t quite sure he could do that.

“I was actually wondering..” taking a deep breath, she prepares for the worst. The ‘I have a girlfriend’ or the ‘I have plans’ “If you were busy tonight? I know we haven’t even met yet, but I don’t really do this.” she gestures to the general area, and seeing a slight bit of confusion on the man’s face she alaperates, “I mean like- my family has always set up dates for me, I’ve never done this, so I don’t know how to do this. And now I have over-explained and over-shared so now you’ll really say no.”

Unbeknownst to her, the man found her ‘over-explaining’ and ‘over-sharing’ endearing. Her flustered state as she asks him out, the rosyness on her cheeks and her large smile while she talks. Were all things he hadn’t seen until now, and he loved every new thing he discovered about her.

“I’m not busy tonight… We could go to this restaurant I know, or if you don’t want to be in public I understand and we could just go to my place? I don’t have roommates.”

He was so adorably awkward while speaking and he was understanding and kind, every man her family had set her up with had never been this understanding of her status, they had always either used it to their advantage, or were jealous of it. But not Quinn. In the couple minutes they talked, she felt in her gut that he had honourable morals.

With a smile spreading on the girl’s face she replies, “I would love to go to your place.” At her words a matching grin is growing on Quinn’s face, placing his hand on her back as he leads her out to his car.

The two were settled on Quinn’s couch, some american movie on in the background while they spoke. Learning more and more about each other. In the safety of his flat, and her security outside Y/n felt free to be herself.

“I have two younger brothers-” “ I have two older brothers! Continue, what do they do? Hockey?” “Yeah, they both play on the New Jersey Devils.” “It must be hard seeing them get to play together while you’re not.” “It does sting sometimes, during summer when they’ll tell their stories of living together without mom as a mediator. But I mean, they’re my little brothers and I couldn’t be more happy for them and I have my friends here. So it’s not all bad.”

Subconsciously, the man's arm fell from resting on the back of the couch to now rest on the girl’s shoulder, urging her to curl into his body more. “Are you close to your mom?” “We don’t have to talk about my mom.” Quinn might know much about Y/n’s family, but he knew that she never knew her mother, Princess Diana.

“It doesn’t bother me. Talking about my mom if that’s what you're worried about.” “I assumed it would be a not first date appropriate conversation.” “Right. No trauma on the first date, rule 101.” The two broke into laughs, probably caused by the wine they were drinking. Y/n decided to divulge into lighter conversation, “Now. This question is very important to me.” The woman adjusted her sitting position to now sitting on the couch facing Quinn, his hand now rubbing up and down on her upper arm, “Are you a dog or a cat person?”

Letting out a breath of relief Quinn says, “Thank god, I thought it would be a question about tea.” “What, just because I’m British my life must revolve around tea?” “So you wouldn’t be offended when I tell you I don’t like tea?” “You don’t like tea?!” Quinn laughs at her over-exaggeration, “I should have known better, you are American.” “Hey!” “Dogs or cats?” Y/n stubbles out between giggles at the sight of Quinn’s face.

“If I get this wrong, is the date off?” “Well, that in combination with not liking tea..” “I’m a dog person.” “Correct!”

Later in the night the two were still on Quinn’s couch, now actually watching what was playing on the TV. No longer shy about their cuddling, Quinn was lying on his back with Y/n between his legs on top of the man. His hands playing with hers, lacing their fingers together and swaying them back and forth.

All night Y/n couldn’t help but think about the fact that this never felt like a first date. Well it did in the way of getting to know each other but they never had that awkward first date silence. It felt as if they had been friends long before now.

They talked about Quinn first moving to Vancouver and how he loves it here now. Y/n also mentioning how she loves Vancouver. It felt as if both were tiptoeing around the subject Quinn living in Vancouver and Y/n in England. She would love to move to Vancouver, in the future. The woman had always wanted to live in another country and Canada always seemed like a good choice. But of course she wouldn’t be telling Quinn this, it was in fact a first date.

“I’m headed to Victoria tomorrow afternoon. But I’ll only be there for three days, then the tours over and I head back home.” She could see the hope leave Quinn’s eyes, so quickly she cleared up what she was getting at, “But, I don’t have to. I could come back here.” At her words Quinn beams, excited at the idea of seeing her again so soon.

“The 24th I’ll be in Seattle.” “Then I’ll fly to Seattle, watch you play again.” “I would love that, princess.”

No one had ever called Y/n ‘princess’ as a pet name, only at events or being introduced to someone. And never did she think she would love being called princess this much. She thought if anything it would weird her out if someone ever did. But when it came from Quinn’s mouth, from his beautiful lips, and deep voice. She would love anything he called her.

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