drunk on you - vanessa shelly x fem!reader SMUT
summary: wine-drunk vanessa can’t wait to fuck you on your first date… and she always gets what she wants.
contains: restaurant date, drunk sex, subtle car teasing, desperate hallway sex, cunnilingus, tribbing, begging kink, soft dom/sub undertones, slight footplay (?) & fingering
notes: helloooooo, it’s almost 3am wtf?? i should be asleep but here we are… anywayssszzzzz, i’ve been in a writing slump lately and struggling to finish anything, but somehow this one actually got done?? LOL..
vanessa smut seems to be what everyone’s craving, so i’m delivering ♡ this one’s a little more boring than usual, but i hope you like it. (i actually wrote a super long, plotless smut the other day too, but it’s a mess and i can’t be bothered to edit it right now… maybe it’ll see the light of day someday if motivation strikes.)
also, i’m obsessed with this tuscan aesthetic as you can see so let’s just pretend vanessa’s bedroom looks exactly like that
also x2 writing this made me crave olive garden
the restaurant glows with low warm light, candles flickering on every table, casting shadows across the dark wood and exposed brick. vanessa sits across from you, legs crossed under the white tablecloth, black dress hugging her in all the right places. her hair falls just so, catching the candlelight, and every time she leans forward to speak, you swear the whole room fades away.
she’s been charming you all night with easy smiles, teasing questions, the way she holds your gaze a second too long. two bottles of cabernet deep, your cheeks are warm, your laughs come easier, and the space between you feels electric even though the table keeps you apart.
her foot finds yours under the table first. just a gentle brush, then a slow slide up your calf. you freeze, fork halfway to your mouth, and she just sips her wine like nothing’s happening, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“you’re blushing,” she murmurs, voice low enough that only you can hear. “cute.”
you swallow, trying to play it cool. “maybe you’re just that distracting.”
she smirks, foot climbing higher. “good. i like distracting you.”
by the time dessert arrives you’re both tipsy, giggling at nothing, and her foot has climbed higher, tracing the inside of your thigh, pressing just enough to make you shift in your seat. you’re soaked, thighs pressing together.
“i’ve been thinking about you all week,” she confesses quietly, setting her glass down. her toes brush the edge of your panties and you have to bite your lip. “wondering what you’d sound like when i finally get to touch you for real.”
you lean forward, voice breathy. “keep that up and you’ll find out right here.”
her eyes darken. “tempting. but i want you all to myself.”
the check comes too soon. she pays, stands, and offers her hand to help you up, fingers lingering on yours. outside the cool air hits you, but it does nothing to calm the heat between your legs.
“i’m way too drunk to drive,” she laughs, pulling out her phone. “gonna call my friend mike. he’s used to my bullshit.”
she dials, voice casual even as she steps close enough to press her body against yours, hand sliding low on your back. “hey mike… yeah, italian place on 5th. i’m here with the girl i’ve been telling you about. can you come get us? please? i’ll owe you forever.”
he must agree because she hangs up and kisses you, slow, deep, tasting like wine and promise, right there on the sidewalk.
you pull back just enough to whisper, “you’re killing me.”
“good,” she breathes. “wait till we get home.”
the car ride is pure torture, but vanessa is careful. mike’s up front, focused on the road. she sits close enough that her thigh presses against yours, warm and solid. her hand rests innocently on your knee at first, nothing suspicious. but then her fingers start tracing slow, feather light patterns on your inner thigh, just under the hem of your dress. it’s subtle, hidden by the dark interior and the way your coats are draped over your laps. she never goes higher than that. never risks mike glancing in the rearview and seeing anything, but the teasing circles, the occasional squeeze, have you biting your lip to stay quiet.
“you two okay back there?” mike asks once, casual.
“yeah” you both manage to say.
vanessa’s thumb brushes higher for a split second, then retreats. she leans in like she’s just whispering something sweet. “patience, baby,” she murmurs so low only you can hear. “i’ve got you soon.”
the second the front door shuts behind you, mike’s taillights disappearing down the street, she’s on you.
she pushes you against the hallway wall, mouth crashing into yours, hands shoving your dress up around your hips.
“been dying to do this since i saw you walk in,” she says, dropping to her knees.
she yanks your panties down, spreads you with her thumbs, and licks a long, slow stripe up your cunt. you moan loud, fingers tangling in her hair. “shit, you’re pretty down here”
“fuck—yes, like that,” you gasp, hips rolling against her mouth. she devours you, sucking your clit, tongue flicking fast then slow, two fingers sliding deep and curling just right.
“you taste so good,” she murmurs against you.
you’re trembling. “don’t stop—please, i’m so close—”
she pulls back, lips shiny, eyes dark. “not yet, baby. want you coming on my fingers.”
she drags you to the bedroom, strips you both in a frantic rush. she climbs over you on the bed, three fingers sliding back inside you right away, deep, thick, curling perfectly while her thumb rubs tight circles on your clit.
“on your back,” she orders. you obey, legs spreading wider for her.
she fucks you with her fingers, hard and steady, the wet sound filling the room. you both groan.
“fuck, you feel amazing,” you breathe, nails digging into her shoulders.
she works you with perfect rhythm, one hand braced by your head, the other buried between your thighs.
“been wet for me all night, huh?” she pants. “i could tell at the table. the way you kept shifting in your chair.”
“couldn’t help it,” you moan. “you were teasing me the whole time. even in the car…”
her fingers are thrusting faster, curling harder against that spot that makes you see stars.
“come for me,” she whispers against your lips. “wanna feel you clench around my fingers.”
it crashes over you, back arching, crying out her name as you come shaking and pulsing around her fingers. “vanessa—fuck, yes—”
she works you through every wave, drawing it out until you’re whimpering, oversensitive.
she slows, kisses you softer, fingers still buried deep. “good girl,” she murmurs, brushing sweaty hair from your forehead. “think you’ve got one more in you?”
you laugh breathlessly, pulling her down for another kiss.
“only if you keep teasing me like that.”
vanessa grins against your mouth, slow and wicked. she slips her fingers out gently, making you whine at the loss. “then let’s see how much more you can take,” she whispers.
she shifts, straddling your thigh first, then sliding higher until her wet heat presses right against yours. you both gasp at the contact. vanessa rocks her hips experimentally, grinding down slow, letting your clits brush together. the friction is immediate and electric.
“fuck,” you breathe, hands flying to her hips, trying to pull her closer.
she chuckles low, braces her hands on either side of your head, and starts moving, rolling her hips in long, deliberate strokes. she’s fucking you with her pussy now, grinding hard, sliding her slick folds over yours again and again. every pass makes your clit throb, makes you arch up into her.
“you feel so good,” she pants, voice rough. “so fucking wet for me.”
she picks up the pace, hips snapping faster, grinding down harder. the wet sounds of your bodies sliding together fill the room, obscene and perfect. you’re both moaning now, open mouthed, staring into each other’s eyes.
vanessa leans down, kissing you messy and deep, then pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips. “you want me to come on your pussy, baby?”
you nod frantically, hips bucking up to meet her. “yes—please, vanessa—”
“then beg for it,” she says, slowing her movements just enough to make you whine. she circles her hips, teasing your clit with the barest pressure. “beg me to come all over you. tell me how bad you want it.”
you’re shaking, so close again, thighs trembling around her. “please,” you gasp, nails digging into her ass. “please come on my pussy, vanessa, i need it. i need to feel you come on me—fuck, please, i’m begging you..”
her eyes darken, breath hitching. “good girl,” she giggles.
she starts grinding harder, faster, chasing her own release now. her clit rubs against yours with every roll of her hips, slick and relentless. she’s panting, forehead pressed to yours, bodies slick with sweat.
“gonna come,” she warns, voice breaking. “gonna come all over your pretty little pussy huh?”
you feel her tense, feel the way her thighs shake, and then she’s coming hard. a broken high pitched moan tearing from her throat as she grinds down one last time. you feel her pulse against you, feel the hot rush of her release coating your cunt, and it tips you over the edge again.
you come with her, crying out her name, clenching around nothing as your orgasm crashes through you, hips jerking up to meet every last grind.
she rides it out, slow and gentle now, until you’re both trembling, oversensitive and spent.
vanessa collapses on top of you, breathing hard, face buried in your neck. she kisses the skin there softly, over and over.
“fuck,” she murmurs, voice wrecked. “you’re so cute, so perfect.”
you wrap your arms around her, still catching your breath, smiling into her hair.
