Drunk Thoughts--Vanta
Summary: Vanta drinks a bit too much (again) and starts thinking of the family he wants one day with you.
Notes: boom shakalaka first chapter starting strongive been rewatching his drunk streams and that w the combo of him wanting to be a dad one day got me thinkin... (For AO3 readers) GUESS WHOS GETTING BACK INTO THE GRIND LOOKS LIKE ILL ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO FINISH THOSE 13 REQS IN MY INBOX AFTER ALL TUMBLR CHAT
tags: dubcon (hes drunk but wants it and u cant say no to the fine shyt), established relationship, b-b-breeding kink (author looks around at the unsurprised audience), messy make outs, slight body worship if u squint, oh yh pinv penetration, praise bc ik damn well vanta would fw that heavy i can feel it, fem reader, unprotected sex yes he does jizz inside
drunk! Vanta is certainly a lot to handle. yes, he's a sweetheart and silly and extremely affectionate. but he shouldn't have drank so much! it'll absolutely screw with his liver! you don't need your boyfriend in the hospital. and you're sure a hero like him wouldn't want to go out with death by alcohol. not a good look.
he was already like this when you came home though. giggling at his own giggles, cheeks flushed a crimson against his dark skin, and somehow being able to play whatever game without dying. you eyed the bottles of soju on his desk with a soft click of your tongue in approval. he didn't hear it though with his headphones on. and his laughter. which was so cute. but that was beside the point.
you crept behind him to get a look at his screen. you wanted to get him to sober up--drink water and maybe take a shower--but you didn't want to disturb him if he was streaming. it was something he cherished, and you didn't want to ruin that for him. however, upon scrutinizing the screen thoroughly, you concluded he wasn't streaming but instead playing online. which was perfect.
your hands went up to his headset to click the mic off. Vanta's gaze slowly slid to your form behind his chair. eyebrows furrowed at first, but after realizing it was you he lit up. he pushed himself off his desk, swaying a bit before latching onto you. you quickly went to hold him, trying to not get caught off balance by this huge koala of a boyfriend.
"babe! i missed youuu," Vanta slurred, practically resting his whole weight on you. you can smell the alcohol on his breath and scrunched your nose.
"Vanta. what did I say about drinking too much?" you chided, deciding to take his head phones off and drag him towards his bed.
"I sowwy. Just wanted to have a liiiiittle fun. you know. esperanza style."
with a roll of your eyes, you threw his disheveled form onto the bed. his hair is a mess, his buttoned up shirt has a few buttons undone and displaying his toned chest, and he's breathing hard. you'd think something else happened. you shook your head before your mind went down the rabbit hole.
"you need to drink some water and sober up. wouldn't want you to wake up hungover," you mused, glancing at the water bottle on his nightstand. you stood between his legs and frowned down at him. "c'mon."
his hand rests on his forehead, eyes closed. "you know, I wanna be a father one day?"
"yes, you've told me before," you chuckled.
"I wanna be a father so bad. think you'd look real good with kids," he mumbled, more to himself than you. "thinkin' about it lot. you, a mom. round with my kids in you."
your face instantly began to burn at the implications. Vanta smiled wide and hummed contently. scratch cute and adorable when he's drunk. he's a menace.
"I-I think you should drink this water," you stammered, then cursed yourself for doing so. you leaned down over him to hand him the water. he didn't move. "Vanta."
he sighed, reaching for the bottle and sitting up a bit. you carefully sat beside him as he took a couple sips. without thinking, you murmured--
"good boy."
and it set him off. entirely. no point of return.
so even though he's clearly drunk and whines about how much it hurts and how he needs it, you thought this wasn't right. you asked him over and over again, just to make sure. even though he was kissing down your neck with open mouth kisses, leaving a trail of bites and saliva and shamelessly rutting against your leg. even though each dance of tongues made you breathless and feel weightless. the heat built up at your core and you didn't have any breath left to ask him to rethink it again.
he steals kisses from you, hot and hungry. making loud groans against your lips. pants when you press your hand against his burning chest. whimpers about how much he needs it right now. takes your hand and slides it down to his tent underneath his grey sweatpants. so hard and stiff. you squeeze it experimentally and he cries, bucking his hips.
"ohmygod babe," he gasps, breathing hard against your collarbone. "please. i wanna be inside. please? promise it'll feel good. promise."
"okay," you breathe with a nod, scrambling to rip his pants off. he continues suckling on your neck as you do.
you rip off his boxers and his member slaps against your leg. Vanta hisses as the air hits it and you're quick to have your hand around him. you pump a good few times, watching as pre cum dribble out his flushed tip. you smear it across the head and repeat. he groans lewdly, struggling to keep his hips still. he seizes your hips and drags you closer to him, legs around his waist.
he slides his cock up and down between your folds, bumping against your labia and clit. you suck in a couple breaths as he gathers your arousal on his tip. Vanta stares, literally licking his lips. then, without warning, slips inside you.
you both let out sounds of pleasure, you from feeling so full and him from feeling too good. the way your insides hug him so tightly makes him keen, nails digging into your flesh. you can feel him twitch hard inside you and you give a soft moan.
"fuck, you feel so good. that's a good boy Vanta."
his hips snap forward and you grasp at the sheets for mercy. that's when he loses all control. all he can think about is how warm you are, your walls squeezing around his dick so nicely, the way your tits bounce with each thrust, your red lips parted as sweet moans escape…and god the way his member disappears into your cunt. he could do this all day.
"s-shit, wanna make a family. get you pregnant. stuff you so full of my come," he babbles, angling his thrusts the way you like it. and when he feels you tighten at his words and the way your blush deepens, he almost comes on the spot. "o-oh yeah? you like that? shit--"
"you can come in me all you want baby," you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck to give him a sloppy kiss. it felt like ecstasy, the way he pummeled you deep inside to hit that one spot that can make you release in a heartbeat.
Vanta's finger presses against the little bundle of nerves as he continues fucking you hard, admiring the frothy ring around the base of his cock. you cry out in pleasure, arching your back as the feeling tightened in your stomach. just a few more thrusts and--
your boyfriend unleashes a guttural moan before releasing his seed deep inside you. he weakly pushed himself deeper, to get his seed to spill into your womb. never have you felt so warm and full before. you whine at the feeling before coming yourself, body shaking with the euphoria. Vanta helps ride out your orgasms together before going limp across your body.
"Vanta," you sigh, meekly pushing at his shoulder. "you heavy."
a snore responds. he's out cold. you sigh again.
this is exactly what you meant when you said he shouldn't drink too much.