Vincent Sinclair - Jealous reader
Warnings:Insecure reader, mentions of body image, fem receiving oral
Synopsis:You were jealous of one of Vincent’s victims, worried he’d leave you for her. He proved you wrong
Recently, a new group had came into town. Vincent and Bo had been following the usual routine, get them into town, get them to the house or wax museum, and get them into the basement. Vincent and Bo had been doing this for years, meaning the routine went smoothly, but something was different, at least to you. The group consisted of five people, all in their early twenties. While they seemed like average college students, one girl stood out. She was around your age, but something was special about her, something that stuck stuck you in the side like a knife.
The woman in question was gorgeous, she was tall, with glowy skin. She was thin, but not flat, and it hurt you. While Vincent always reminded you of how beautiful you were, and how he’d never cheat on you, you were definitely jealous and insecure at times. And after being raised with the sentiment that your body is something that needs to be changed, something that exists for other people, it’s hard to not be insecure or jealous at times.
You were currently laying on Vincent’s cot, laying on your side, facing the wall. You had been wearing one of his sweaters, using the sleeves to wipe off your tears. You had been crying for the past 10 minutes, worried about your relationship with Vincent. Vincent was often efficient and quick with his victims, but this time, he was taking quite a while, and this victim just so happened to be that woman. While you didn’t wanna assume anything, it was hard not to. How could you be sure he wasn’t messing around with her before he kidnapped her?
You heard your boyfriend’s heavy footsteps behind you, his rain boots hitting the ground as he entered the basement. He noticed your strange demeanor, setting down the girls body before going over to you. While you laying down wasn’t odd, you were never so..distant. Typically the minute he got home, you’d be all over him, greeting him with a tight hug and covering his face in kisses. But this time, it’s like you were purposefully avoiding him, acting like he didn’t exist. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, but you slapped it off immediately. He definitely found it odd, so he sat on the edge of the bed. He placed his hand on your thigh, gently patting the soft flesh.
His rhythmic patting got your attention, causing you to sit up. “Everything okay, angel?” He signed to you, clearly worried. He took off his mask, setting it beside him, revealing his face. While he wasn’t great at making expressions with his face, you had a weird way of reading him. And it was obvious he was concerned about you and your strange behavior. “Nothing, Vin.” You said, sitting up, but he could tell it wasn’t nothing. Vincent was much older than you, he wasn’t stupid, and he wasn’t going to ignore you, even if you claimed to be fine. “I know it’s not nothing.” He signed. “I know theirs something going on, just be honest with me.” He continued. Once you realized you weren’t able to get past him, you decided to tell him.
“I’m just a little insecure I guess, ever since that girl got here, I’ve just been kinda jealous I guess.” You told him, referring to the girl that he just brought down to the basement. “Jealous of what?” Vincent signed. “You have no reason to be jealous princess, you’re all mine.” He continued, grabbing you by your hips and placing you on his lap. “What are you even jealous of? What does she have that you don’t?” He signed. “Well, she’s taller than me, thinner than me, she has great skin.” You told him, cuddling up to him, placing your head on his chest. “Seriously? That’s what you’re worried about?” He signed. “Theirs nothing wrong with you, dear. I don’t want someone like her, I only want you.” He added. “Besides, I love that you’re short.” He said, placing you on the bed, back on the soft mattress, climbing on top of you.
He painted your neck in kisses, his scarred lips itching at your soft flesh. “And I love that you’re short, I love that I can carry you around, hold you up while I-“ he was about to sign, before you slapped his hand. “Not right now.” You giggled. “But seriously, I love it. I love grabbing things off the shelf for you, knowing I can protect you, your height is perfect.” He signed. “And your body has never bothered me, I love these beautiful curves.” He signed, placing his hands on your waist, squeezing the soft flesh. “I love feeling your weight against me, how you feel when you’re sitting on my face, or when I have you bent over in front of me.” He signed. While he was a romantic, he could definitely be a pervert.
He leaned back down, beginning to suck on your neck, leaving hickeys on your skin. He grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it off of you, and tossing it to the side. He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, beginning to suck at the nub. You quietly whimpered, begging him for more, which he obliged. He sat up, taking off his sweater. No matter how long you’ve been with him, his body still impressed you. He was lean, thin but not weak, and he had a prominent V-Line, and a dark happy trail starting at his belly button.
Once his top was off, he hooked his fingers around your pants, sliding them off. Once your pants were off, he grabbed his knife, slicing off your panties and throwing the torn fabric to the side. While he could take them off normally, he was getting impatient. The minute he was greeted with the sight of your glistening lips, and tight hole, he was already thirsty for you. He kissed at your inner thigh, the smell of your sex overwhelming his senses. He then plunged his tongue into your hole, licking up and down your folds as his nose prodded at your clit. Your back arched, your hips rutting against his face. “Vinny….” You whimpered, almost shutting your thighs around his head. But he positioned his broad shoulders between your legs, keeping them wide open. His strong hands were placed firmly on your thighs, it was almost torturous.
He continued lapping between your folds, the coil in your stomach ready to burst. His relentless assault on your clit didn’t stop either, causing you to release inside his mouth, and of course, he swallowed it. You were out of breath, your lips glistening. Vincent got up, heading to the bathroom, and grabbing a towel. He returned to the basement, beginning to wipe you down. Once you were clean, he laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
