The Artist's Canvas: Feral Passion (A Vincent Sinclair One Shot.)
This is technically part 1 of 3 characters requested by the lovely @stygianoir. (I will link the post together so you can click here to the next one and so on) I thought it would be easier to do them separately so it wasn't one long ass post lol. I also do apologize it took me so long. I've finally gotten over whatever the fuck I had and felt well enough to write.
I do apologize in advance. I've written smut before but it's usually like random characters for stories so technically this is my first smut post.
That being said I do hope you enjoy it and hopefully my writing gets better as I go!
Summary: Vincent Sinclair with a beautifully curvy girl who is also a cat shifter the only catch is whenever she turns back to her human form she is completely naked. This is more smut than plot.
Warnings: SMUT. This warning speaks for itself. Minors do not interact. You should not be on my page anyway. Go away.
In the dimly lit studio, Vincent Sinclair, a man of artistic prowess and unbridled passion, was lost in the strokes of his brush. His current muse, a woman of curves that could inspire a thousand masterpieces, was posed provocatively on the chaise, her eyes smoldering with a fire that matched his own. Her name was Y/N, a siren in his world of wax and canvas, and she was his greatest creation yet.
Y/N wasn’t your normal girl. She was a shifter, a cat shifter to be exact. She should shift in and out of her cat form as she pleases, the only issues..well if that is if you want to call it one..everytime she shifted back to her human form she was completely naked. Her clothes were just a pile on the floor where she shifted. Vincent had known about this a few weeks after they got together…he walked in on her shifting to be fair, he walked in as she was in her cat form and was shifting back into her human form, this is when he realized 2 things. 1. she was a shifter and 2. she was naked every single time she shifted back into her human form. She was trying to keep it a secret a little longer but Vicnent isn’t known for being polite and knocking before entering. Since that day he has been utterly fascinated by her ability and obsessed with even more than he already was.
Vincent was a man who appreciated the finer things in life, and Y/N was the epitome of fine. Her hourglass figure was a testament to her feminine power, and her spirit was as wild as the cats she adored. She was a childfree catmom, but Vincent didn't mind. He was an artist, not a man looking to start a family, and Y/N's unique qualities only served to make her more alluring.
As Vincent's eyes wandered over her body, he felt a familiar hunger stirring within him. Y/N, with her cat-like grace and her penchant for shifting into the very creatures she loved, was a constant source of intrigue and desire. Today, however, she had something new in mind.
"I've been thinking, Vincent," she purred, her voice a low, sultry rumble. "About our last session. About how you reacted when I shifted back."
Vincent's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his brush. He remembered all too well. The sight of her, naked and vulnerable, her skin flushed and her body trembling with the remnants of her shift, had sent him into a primal frenzy. He had taken her then, rough and unyielding, his desire for her bordering on feral.
"And what about it, Y/N?" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
Y/N smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips that sent a jolt of electricity straight to Vincent's core. "I thought we could revisit that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought you could show me just how much you like it."
Vincent's breath hitched in his throat, his body already responding to her words. He set his brush down, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to unbutton his shirt. "You want to play games, Y/N?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "I can play games."
Y/N's eyes widened, her pupils dilating with desire as Vincent stripped off his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest. "I thought you might," she said, her voice barely audible.
Vincent crossed the room in two long strides, his hands reaching for her before he even reached the chaise. He pulled her to her feet, his hands gripping her hips as he backed her up against the wall. "You like it when I'm rough, don't you, Y/N?" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
Y/N moaned, her head falling back against the wall as Vincent's hands roamed her body. "Yes," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "I love it when you're rough, Vincent."
Vincent's hands found the hem of her dress, his fingers curling under the fabric as he began to pull it up. Y/N lifted her arms, allowing him to strip the dress from her body, leaving her in nothing but a lacy thong and a strapless bra.
Vincent's eyes darkened as he took in her body, his hands reaching for the clasp of her bra. He unhooked it with ease, his hands pushing the straps down her arms until the bra fell to the floor. Y/N's breath hitched in her throat as Vincent's hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were hard peaks.
"Vincent," she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as he continued to tease her. "Please."
Vincent's response was a low, feral growl. He spun her around, his hands pushing her forward until she was bent over the chaise, her ass presented to him like an offering. He ran his hands over her curves, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her thong and pulling it down until it was around her ankles.
Y/N stepped out of the thong, her body trembling with anticipation as Vincent's hands continued to roam. He ran his fingers through her folds, a low growl escaping his lips as he found her wet and ready. "You like this, don't you, Y/N?" he growled, his fingers circling her clit. "You like it when I'm rough and dirty."
Y/N moaned, her body arching into his touch. "Yes," she gasped. "I love it, Vincent. I love it so much."
Vincent's response was a low, feral growl. He unbuckled his belt, his pants falling to the floor as he released his hard cock. He ran the head of his cock through her folds, a low moan escaping his lips as he felt her wetness. "You're so ready for me, Y/N," he growled. "So ready to take my cock."
Y/N moaned, her body pushing back against him, begging for more. "Please, Vincent," she gasped. "I need you. I need you so much."
Vincent's hands gripped her hips, his cock poised at her entrance. "You want it, Y/N?" he growled. "You want me inside you?"
Y/N moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," she gasped. "I want it, Vincent. I want you to fuck me please" she pratically begged.
Vincent's response was a low, feral growl. He slammed into her, his cock filling her completely as he began to move. He set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into hers as he fucked her hard and deep. Y/N moaned, her body arching into his as she took everything he had to give.
"Fuck, Vincent," she gasped, her body already on the edge. "You feel so good. So fucking good."
Vincent's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he continued to pound into her. "You feel good too, Y/N," he growled. "So fucking good. I could fuck you forever."
Y/N moaned, her body already coiling with tension. "Vincent," she gasped. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come so hard."
Vincent's response was a low, feral growl. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. "Come for me, Y/N," he growled. "Come all over my cock."
Y/N's body obeyed, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her breathless. She screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard and long, her pussy pulsing around Vincent's cock. Squirting so hard her legs shook. Eyes rolling back with intense pleasure. Vincent groaned, his body tensing as he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot seed.
They collapsed onto the chaise, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath. Vincent's hands stroked Y/N's hair, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Fuck, Y/N," he growled. "That was...that was something else."
Y/N smiled, her body still humming with pleasure. "It was," she agreed. "It was exactly what I needed."
As they lay there, Vincent's hands continued to roam, his body already hardening with the promise of more. Y/N moaned, her body arching into his touch as she prepared to give herself over to him once more. This was what she lived for, what she craved. This wild, feral passion that only Vincent could give her. And she knew, as she lost herself in his touch, that she would never get enough.