Southern Gothic Yandere! Vincent First Time ✧.*
pairing: yandere! Vincent x fem reader
summary: first time...4.1k words, please leave feedback, request, and comments
warnings: stalking kinda, aggressive affection lowkey, and definitely fast love on Vincent’s part, maybe reader too. Reader is kinda forward. Only because Vincent is so shy and polite… for now. lowkey didnt know what to put at the end, letting reader decide where things go.
author’s note: you guys more than deserve it! School n life drain me but suggestions and notes really do motivate me!
The air was sweltering. So thick with heat and moisture. Sweat rolled off anyone who dared step into the Louisiana summer within a minute of being outside. This stopped a lot of people from enjoying the outdoors, but not you. No, you embraced it. Embraced the south. Embraced the heat on your skin. The way the sun felt upon contact was euphoria to you. You felt charged and rejuvenated like a sunflower. With this gift of energy from the sun, you decided not to enslave yourself to a day of work. Today, you would relax. Well, your version of relax.
You would run errands and shop! Your plan was to hit up a few places around town. Drive around slow, windows down, take in the sounds, the people, radio up loud in the background. Your outfit for your day had to be perfect. You wore what made you feel hot, but kept you cool for the day ahead.
A drive into the city was not common for you. You preferred to stockpile and buy everything at once and then return to your dwelling for days, maybe even weeks at a time. You embodied the hermit, and you loved it.
You were alone for long periods of time. Maintaining relationships with your family and friends via the phone. Besides a few special events, far and few a year. The last person you had seen face-to-face was Vinny.
And that was what a couple of days ago?
He's called you and texted you every day since. Kind of a surprise, but a welcome surprise. It made you feel things.
You look at your phone after gathering all your things and heading to the car for the day.
Hello Beautiful Girl 8:03 AM
Good Morning Vincent. 9:53 AM
You chirped back quickly. A warm feeling in your chest and a smile on your face as you discarded your phone somewhere as you started your old shitbox, at least full of gas.
And from there began a tale of two completely different days, but exactly the same night.
When Vincent woke up that morning at 8 am, the second he gathered his wits about him, he texted you. He had to see you today. It had been a few days since your first date. He knows it hadnt been that long, but he had this weird feeling in his chest and head. His head keeps flashing images of your smile, those beautiful teeth. His brain was plagued with intrusive thoughts. All of you, all of his doubts. He keeps thinking about the way that you smell. Every sense was used to imagine you there with him. That's the only time he began to feel a little better; he realized suddenly that the weird feeling was that he missed you.
He had finally had you after weeks of yearning for you.
Your text came to his phone in the middle of his morning workout. He knew it was you, so he happily stopped his current movements and walked over to his phone.
Good Morning Vincent. 9:53 AM
He swore every time you said his name wether it be over a text or right next to his ear, he felt his heart pound, and something lower throb.
What are you doing today? How are you? 9:54 AM
He quickly shot back. He wanted to know of your plans for the day early so that he could squeeze himself onto the roster somehow.
Roster? There had better not be a roster. Vincent would stand for no competition. He realized he would be demanding of your attention, and all of it. He started to make his own head hurt with the thought of there being competition for you. Of course, there would be you, everything he dreamed of, and more.
His body started to heat up, and his jaw clenched uncontrollably. He begins to imagine you on an early, lazy Sunday date with someone else.
By the time he realized he had been staring at the wall into thought, minutes had passed, and he realized that this feeling was jealousy. And he did not like it at all.
With no response from you in over half an hour and his head filled with what he could only describe as nightmares of you and others, he cracked.
He threw himself into his workout for hours more. It was the only thing he could do to calm himself down. He had decided he could only calm down once he saw you and talked about it, or if he beat the ever-loving shit out of his punching bag.
He decided it was best not to scare you, demanding that you meet up with him right now.
Hours later, filled with red rage, darkness, sweat, and violence, he checked his phone again to see no response from you. This was odd. You only ever took that long to respond to his text if you were sleeping or told him youd be preoccupied.
He decided he would text you again.
You alright, Doll? 12:04 PM
He set his phone down and went for a shower, a long one, he figured you’d reply by the time he was finished. You hadnt.
I’m getting worried,you doing ok? 1:00 PM
Worried was an understatement. What if you had decided the date went badly and ghosted him? What if you wandered into the woods? What if you hurt yourself? What if you were preoccupied with someone else?
Every option scared him shitless. His anxiety was at an all-time high; there was nothing nail-biting could do for him anymore.
He decided to do something a .... little crazy.
Umm gonna come check on you okay doll? 1:47 PM
And with that text sent, he set out on a journey to your home. He would see you today, one way or another.
By the time he arrived at yours, you still hadn’t texted him back … and when he pulled up, your car was gone, and the house looked empty.
He knew how to get in of course, so he double checked.
Running his hands through his hair repeatedly, he internally cursed himself for not having you share your location with him earlier or putting something in your car … just to make sure you were safe.
He decided to call you… It rang for a bit, then went to voicemail… he left one.
“Hey baby….you doing alright? I haven’t heard from you all day…. I uhm stopped by your house to check on you. I’m still here. Will you be home soon? I can stay and wait. Call me back as soon as possible, doll, please. I’m worried!”
He could have ventured out to find you, but staying here and waiting for you was his best bet. He had no clue where you could be, but he did know that you’d return eventually. And he’d be waiting.
Meanwhile, you were probably on your third or fourth stop of the day, innocently you had been so focused on your task that you forgot to bring your phone with you and had thrown in somewhere in your car. This was the first time that you had done this since you had been seeing each other… You hadn’t even thought it might worry Vincent. What could worry a guy like him? Often stoic and always calm, well, at least it seemed to you.
It was hours later, after all of your shopping, that you finally decided to head home. There was a car in your driveway, way too nice of a car for your area. From your first date and previous interactions, you recognized the car immediately as Vincent’s.
Before you could even put your car in park, you saw the big man approaching, and as you opened your car door, you were immediately wrapped up within him.
He grabbed you into his lanky arms, tucking his chin into your neck and hair, and he squeezed you tightly.
“Uh, hey bud?” You questioned quietly. You enjoyed his embrace, so why interrupt it?
“I’ve been calling and texting you all day? Where have you been? Are you okay ?” He shot off all in rapid succession while his hands moved to hold your face up to look at him.
It was then that you realized your mistake.
“Oh god Vinny, I’ve been out all day running errands. I’m so sorry, I left my phone in the car.”
You should have been scared that he was at your home, looking as comfortable as ever. But for some reason, you weren’t; you just felt extremely embarrassed and guilty that you made him worry.
“I’m sorry, did I upset you?” You ask, looking into his eyes with your head still in both of his hands.
“Of course not, you could never upset me doll face, I was just worried you were ignoring me or hurt or something.” He responded with his crooked smile showing.
He didn’t mention that the something was that you could have been out with someone else or that he was scared shitless not knowing if you were safe. He also didn’t mention that he had already thought up a plan so that nothing like this would ever happen again.
“Of course, I wasn’t ignoring you, Vinny! I would never… I really like you and enjoy our time together.” You responded, wanting to reassure the man that you were interested. Very interested.
You could tell that Vincent was not “normal”. That he hadn’t been with a lot of girls or had a lot of dating experience. You had already sensed his positive intentions early on. And if you looked really closely past his looming height, stoic face, and calm demeanor, you could see his innocence and anxiety.
He smiled at you, a great big smile. Grabbing the both of his hands from your face, you asked, “This is perfect actually, Well how about to help me bring all of this stuff in. Are you busy? We could hang out.” You suggested meekly.
“Never busy for you, doll. Of course, I’d love to help you and spend some time with you.” He responded, already opening your doors and grabbing bags from your haul.
You went to help him, but he had already gathered all of your things in his arms. You were right, perfect. You knew he’d be the man for the job… and others.
He stood there whilst you moved about the house putting away things.
“Honey? How about I make you dinner to apologize?” You called out to him.
Honey. He liked that. He liked that a lot.
“You know I’ll eat whatever you make.” He responded, rubbing the back of his neck shyly with flushed cheeks.
While you cooked, he stood watch carefully in the kitchen, occasionally asking if you needed help or anything. You declined, insisting that you wanted to do something for him.
He swooned at your gesture. No one had ever taken care of him or paid him any attention in the way that you had.
After the food was prepared, he happily finished his plate sitting beside you.
“You’re a big boy, Vinny. Do you want seconds ?” You asked sweetly, seeing his empty plate.
“Yes, doll.” He responded shyly, he loved when you called him Vinny, and was that flirting in your tone?
"When you're finished, come into the living room to watch something with me." You yelled over your shoulder, turned away from him, doing the dishes, but also trying to hide the look on your face.
Watching something with Vincent alone meant he could hold you close. On your big soft couch, he had the ability to hold you anyway he wanted, really. It's just what would you allow?
The first touches were initiated by you. At first, you sat right next to him, thighs touching, with his long arm wrapped around you. Eventually, your thighs ended up on top of his.
For him, all of it felt natural, and any opportunity to be near you in any way, he would take.
"Come closer." He whispered as he pulled you into his lap. You didnt even respond, just smiled up at him and his sudden warmth you were enveloped in.
He suddenly grabbed your face in both hands.
“Where were you today? Did you have a date?” He asks worriedly.
You almost start laughing.
“Vinny baby, I just hit up a few stores. I did not see anyone … I thought we were dating?” You questioned.
“Yeah, you know what, doll? We are. Don’t go out with anyone else, only me.” He said in a strange tone.
“You’re my girl, my doll, mine.” He said, still remaining his intense eye contact with you.
“Yeah, whatever, I understand. You’re my man, Vinny?” You asked sweetly, teasing him.
“I am beautiful.” He said, suddenly picking you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.
“Let me hold you like this.” He whispered as he slightly swayed you.
“My man can hold me any way he wants.” You quip back.
“Oh really? How about like this ?” He says as one of his large hands moved from supporting your ass to groping one of your tits.
You moaned in response. He didn’t like that; he wanted an answer. He groped even harder, thumbing around to feel your hardening nipples.
“Yes, of course, Vinny.” You moaned out. Which you really shouldn’t have. That nickname would get you in trouble.
But you wanted this, ever since he had shown up at your house, worried over you, helped you, ate your cooking, pulled you into his lap where you could feel every hardening inch of him.
You launched your mouth onto his, your first kiss besides the small peck you two had shared after your first date.
“I’m going to show you how much you mean to me, how much I want to keep you mine. How much I need you, baby doll. Yeah?” He asked.
“Please.” You replied meekly.
He put you down where your feet met the floor. He bent down and began to kiss you slowly and deeply, taking his time to taste you. Taking his time to enjoy the feel of his girl. Your wet tongue in his mouth overwhelmed his senses. It made his dick harden and drip precum beneath his sweats and boxers.
He slowly but surely roamed your full body with his oversized hands. After he got a good feel at all that had been on his mind for weeks, his hands landed at the hem of your shirt. He quickly discarded it. He let you undo your own bra, presenting your breast to him proudly and wantonly. He bent down even further and immediately began to torture them with his tongue and teeth. Groping them at the same time so that they overwhelmed his face and senses. You almost thought he was breastfeeding with how lavishly he sucked and moaned at your nipples.
When he had his fill he sat down on your couch with his leg spread and a huge tent in his black sweats.
You stood there topless, dazed by the sudden interruption in your pleasure.
“Are you okay ?” You breathed out.
“Never better. You, my love ?” He asked.
You answered by reconnecting your lips to his. He abruptly stopped your attempt to kiss him.
“Take off your shorts and panties, and come sit on my lap.” He demanded with nothing but sweetness in his tone.
Once in his lap, he spread your legs all the way out over his. You were embarrassed that your wetness would drip and leave stains on his pants, but that seemed the least of his worries, so you ignored it.
He brought his hand to his mouth and greedily sucked on two digits, as his other hand gripped your thigh.
Once he felt his fingers were wet enough, he looked down between you two and admired your pussy.
“You’re so cute, baby doll, gonna put some fingers in, ok ?” He asked with an almost grin on his face.
You were sure the grin was because he was laughing at how wet you were for him, but the cause of his smile was just your presence.
His fingers entered your warmth and immediately sent your legs jerking, but he kept control over you, not allowing you to close them.
“Nuh uh, baby, don’t close ‘em. Your Vinny wants to talk to you.” He said, thrusting his fingers in and out at a medium pace that made you clench embarrassingly around him.
You were so confused as to what he could possibly need to talk to you right now. You didn’t even know if you had the capacity to hold a conversation currently. His fingers were creating a heartbeat in your whole lower half. This position and the way he spoke to you. You wouldn’t last long; you’d tell him anything he wanted to know.
“Yes, okay, baby.” You respond breathily.
“You were alone all day today? Not entertaining anyone else, right?” He asked.
“Uh, yes, Vinny I promise!” You nearly squealed out.
“Good girl, I knew it!” He beamed as he finally slowed down his fingers and instead used them to rub your slick over the rest of your pussy.
“Let me reward my good girl.” He spoke in your ear as he lay you down and began kissing and sucking on your body.
It almost bothered you that he was still fully dressed and you were a stark naked mess. But you were too enamored with him and the lust he had created to care.
He took his time as he licked down your front, pausing at some spots, and lingering with his tongue and sometimes little nips of his teeth.
Once he reached your cunt it felt like he finally came up for air.
“Mm gonna taste you now.” He said, locking eyes with you, licking his lips, and staring at you like you were his last meal.
And after that warning, taste he did. He sucked and licked at every inch of your pussy with such precise pressures in such the right places. You began to sweat and shake, from pleasure and embarrassment, you knew you would soon cum.
The clock and your nerve ticked away, but his mouth did not stop, and neither did his hands. He used them to grasp you firmly by the waist and place your core firmly on his mouth. Keeping you in place so that he could enjoy your taste, your movements, the look in your eyes, all causing his own pleasure. He was in so much pleasure from pleasing you, he thought he might cum his pants.
His dick leaked precum, and it took everything in him not to rut into your couch like a damn dog just to feel anything against him. It was time for you. He would always take care of you first. Always prioritize yourself.
As your first orgasm approached, you grabbed his hair to look into his eyes. He stared you down and kept eating you, too, and after your orgasm. He kept slurping away at you until you screamed his name, yanked his head into your heat, and he could barely keep your legs open.
When he finally came up, licking his lips with a huge tent in his pants, you lay spent on the couch.
“Take me to bed and fuck me.” You practically begged.
More turned on than shocked at your demands, Vincent hurriedly undressed himself, picked you up, and carried you to your bedroom.
He did all the work and supported you. He took in the feel of your skin completely on his with nothing in between and almost groaned aloud.
Once he lay you on the bed, he stood over you, stroking himself in front of you.
“You ready, my baby doll? Are you sure? I’m big, and I don’t want to hurt you.” He asked worriedly.
There was no way that you would let him leave this room without breeding you.
“Uh-huh honey, mmm, ready for you.” You responded.
With that confirmation, he straddled you and then spread you wide open for him, maybe even wider than he had you on the couch.
“Gonna push in.” He said. What he didn’t say was that he meant all of it. He knew you’d be able to take all of it. He just felt it.
All of those inches in you at once caused you to cry out up into his mouth. It caused your insides to seize at never having felt this full before.
“Oh my god!” You cried out loud, putting your hand near his tummy, almost in a gesture to push him out.
“Too much? Hurts?” He asked with his hand on your face.
“No, just full.” you respond. Eyes rolling in the back of your head at the feeling of all your walls being warmed and rubbed by him.
“Your Vinny is gonna show you full. I’m gonna make you cum until you can’t move, and all you have is me here to care for you.” He said near your ear pulling all the way back out.
You may not have believed it, but on his shove back in the wind was knocked out of you. And some of your wetness too, splashed on him.
He thrusted fully in and fully out of you for god knows how long. Not long after, your orgasm built up, and you came all over him, wetting the sheets.
He groaned aloud at your orgasm, sucking him in. But he wouldn’t cum. No, not yet, he needed to keep his promise, you would not be able to move at the end of this. Pulling all the way out he lifted your legs even higher and folded you onto yourself into a mating press.
“Baby doll, you’ll have to hold on to me. Umm gonna pound your pussy until it’s used to me.” He said over you.
With a kiss, he drove all of himself back into you, over and over and over again. At this angle, you couldn’t even keep up and fuck him back. You could only hold on to his bicep and take him as he said. After some time and a few more orgasms, you almost wanted to stop him and say that you’d never get used to him. But something in you told you he wouldn’t accept that.
“Vinny, I can’t take much more!” You screamed out.
“Aww, baby yes you can. I’m having fun opening you up for me.” He replies, kissing the side of your face and neck, but not stopping his pounding.
He had been close from the start. He just held on so that he could break your mind and see you so unraveled like this because of him.
Adjusting his position, but keeping your body pressed to the bed using his strong hips, he continued to fuck you like an animal.
You cried out at the pleasure. This only motivated him further to bring you to an orgasm one more time, and this time, he’d come with you.
“Vinny mmm gonna cum again.” You bit out through your lips and teeth.
“Not yet, baby doll, where do you want me to cum. Tell me now!” He breathed out on top of you. He felt his own orgasm approaching.
“In me.” You mumbled shyly, not wanting to embarrass yourself by asking for his cum.
His thrusting into you slowed to a pace where he would thrust at the end of each word.
“Don’t. Be. Shy. Now. My love.” He gritted out between thrusts.
“In me, Vinny please!” You screamed out, unable to keep your act up any longer. You were cumming again, and you no longer kept count.
“See, perfect, your Vinny wants that too, baby.” He moaned out, filling you up at the same time.
Rope after rope of his hot cum combined with your juices inside of you. He didn’t immediately pull out, so it stayed in, only leaking out a bit around his dick.
He fell on top of you, his chest warm and wet from your actions. Still inside of you, you could feel he was still hard and leaking some of his kids into you.
Lying on top of you, he stroked your hair and kissed your face. Admiring you the whole time.
“I don’t want you to think I’m saying this because we just made love, but… I need you y/n. I want to be in your life for as long as you’ll have me. I won’t say it because I promised myself I wouldn’t scare you off, but I feel very strongly for you. I have never felt this way before about anyone. Please let me have you in every way.” He poured his heart out to you. Well what he could say without you calling the police.
