Pairing: bf!Vinnie x fem!reader
Summary: Making out in Vinnie's bedroom gets interrupted.
Warnings: Language. Petnames. Sexually suggestive? Second Person POV.
A/N: Just a lil blurb to dip my toes in the water.
His tattooed hands course against your lower back as you straddle him, fingers hidden beneath your shirt as the ceiling fan swirls above you. There’s no rush in the way he’s touching you, or in the way he’s kissing you. Vinnie's content with the softness of your tongue and the sweet breaths of pleasure that slip inside his mouth.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty. You know that, right?” He presses down against your hips, guiding the gentle friction between your clothed bodies.
“Vinnie…” Your skin is warm, tingling with the anticipation of more, but you can’t focus. You lift up, testing the back of your hand against the warmth of your cheeks.
Vinnie scratches at your thighs, his skin just as flushed as yours. “What is it, baby?” Your heart swells at the sight of him and your lower half aches. He looks so perfect underneath you, with half-lidded eyes and perfectly pink lips. “...You okay?”
You shake your head from your thoughts and push a curled strand from his forehead. “Yeah, sorry. I just—” A faint call from behind Vinnie’s closed bedroom door interrupts you. You pout at your boyfriend. “I feel bad, Vinnie. She wants to come in.”
“She’ll be fine.” Vinnie grips your hips once more, delicately urging you with his fingertips. “Let’s keep going.”
Hera continues to cry.
“Vinnie.”
“Hera,” Vinnie warns. “Stop!” Hera meows even louder, scratching against the door wildly. Vinnie tosses his head back against the pillow. “Damnit. Cockblocked by my own cat.”
“Don’t say that.” You drag two fingers against the scruff of his chin before sliding them down to his neck, connecting the distance between his moles. “She loves you.”
“I know,” Vinnie sighs. You and Hera were the two most important girls in his life. He couldn’t tell either of you “no” if he tried. “Can we,” he grabs your ass, “continue this later?”
You gasp at the pressure of his hands and smack his chest. “You’re awful!”
Vinnie smirks, still half-hard. “Yeah?” He bites at his bottom lip and pulls you closer against him, making sure you feel exactly what you’re missing out on. “Tell me how awful I am when I’m—” Hera yowls again and Vinnie rolls his eyes. “Oh my God.”
You can’t help but giggle.
“Okay, okay.” Vinnie relents. “Let me fuckin’ let her in.”
The lead vocalist and guitarist. The undisputed face of the band. An enigma who is deliberately vague about his past. A once in a generation talent and voice. Smells of leather, cherries, and cigarettes. Spiked bracelets and chokers. A wicked eyebrow piercing. Fur coats and leather biker vests. The roar of motorcycle engines. Red eyeshadow. Tattoos, tattoos, tattoos. Sold-out venues around the world. A dropout, but he's a goddamned musical genius. A bookworm, surprisingly. A cat lover. Constantly stressing his PR team out. A global style icon. Deep, late night conversations on the tour bus. Sweaty, fast-paced sex after his performances.
This man is shrouded in mystery. He keeps his circle small, and his trust isn't easily earned. He's fierce and wild and majestic yet surprisingly profound and philosophical.
★ Rockstar!Vinnie who... frequently stays up all night to create new music as inspiration is always striking him, and he claims that "the music won't let me sleep."
★ Rockstar!Vinnie who... possesses that earth-shattering magnitude of star power, the kind where he incites mass pandemonium wherever he goes and can't set foot outside without being swarmed.
★ Rockstar!Vinnie who... prefers calling you his lover rather than just using the word boyfriend. It feels far more meaningful and intimate to him.
★ Rockstar!Vinnie who... loves the feeling of you positioned behind him on his motorcycle with your arms wrapped tight around him. He also likes to put your helmet on for you.
★ Rockstar!Vinnie who... drapes his jacket over you when you fall asleep on the couch in the studio waiting for him to finish recording.
★ Rockstar!Vinnie who... writes songs inspired by you, not all of which he records or performs for the public. To him, they're meant only for you two.
★ Rockstar!Vinnie who... has you play his love interest in one of his videos, which you're nervous about since you'll be kissing and touching for the camera.
★ Rockstar!Vinnie who... will flop his big, heavy body down on top of you after another exhausting day so you can listen as he bitches about it. You patiently listen while running your fingers through his hair.
★ Rockstar!Vinnie who... gives a cocky wink when he catches your eyes lingering on the way he fills out his tattered jeans or the leather pants that look damn near painted on.
★ Rockstar!Vinnie who... has more than a few 'my man my man my man' moments when giving acceptance speeches at award shows.
★ Rockstar!Vinnie who... loves the visual of you walking around the tour bus wearing only one of his shirts that's very big on you.
★ Rockstar!Vinnie who... records the sweet sounds of your moans and gasps from when he's fucking you for use on one his new songs.
I'm hoping you still write for Vinnie Hacker cause I have a request pretty please 😭
Let's say y/n is an actress and her latest project was being in Death Stranding 2 as Tomorrow. And Vinnie decides to play the game on stream and react to her performance along with the chat. You can decide whether or not y/n is present to see it 🩷
vinnie had been hyping up death stranding 2 on his stream for weeks, mostly because he thought it looked sick, but also because you were in it. his chat had been clowning him nonstop about it, spamming “simp” and “supportive bf” every time he mentioned the game.
so when release day came, he booted it up live.
“alright, chat,” he said, leaning back in his chair, hoodie falling off one shoulder. “moment of truth. apparently tomorrow—” he paused, smirking because that was your character’s name, “—shows up around here. y’all ready?”
the second your face appeared on screen, rendered in flawless detail, chat absolutely lost it. messages flew: BRO THAT’S HIS GIRL, OMG / SHE’S SO PRETTY WTF / W RIZZ / HE’S ABOUT TO CRY.
vinnie went quiet for a moment, staring at the cutscene with this small, proud smile tugging at his mouth. “nah, this is crazy,” he muttered, almost to himself. “look at her, bro. she’s insane.”
chat spammed HE’S BLUSHING / LOOK AT HIS FACE.
when your character delivered her first big line, vinnie laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “she did not tell me she was gonna sound like that, bro. nah, i’m not gonna survive this game.” he leaned closer to the screen, pretending to analyze. “like, look at the expressions. that’s actually her. they got it down perfect. i don’t even know how they do that.”
every time you spoke, he’d go quiet again, watching intently. half the time he forgot he was even live until the alerts went crazy. “chat, stop clipping me. stop. i’m just—bro, imagine having a girlfriend that’s literally in a kojima game. i don’t know how i won.”
by the end of the stream, he was slouched in his chair with the goofiest grin, eyes glued to the screen. “i’m not even kidding,” he said, shaking his head, “this might be my favorite game of all time just ‘cause of her.”
chat, of course, was ruthless: SHE’S THE MAIN CHARACTER IN HIS HEART / MAN’S DOWN BAD / BEST BOYFRIEND AWARD.
and vinnie just laughed, cheeks pink, before muttering, “y’all can make fun of me all you want. i don’t care. i’m just proud.”
Vinnie warned you about Hera before you even met her.
“She’s a princess. Just so you know.”
You’d laughed at the time, thinking he meant it in a cute way.
He didn’t.
He meant it in the “this cat thinks she owns my soul and will actively try to ruin your life” kind of way.
And he was right.
The first time you came over and sat on his couch, Hera jumped up behind you, stared at your head for a solid five seconds, and smacked your ponytail.
No hesitation. No fear.
Like, how dare you breathe near her couch and her man?
You turned around, blinking. “Did she just…?”
“She’s just saying hi,” Vinnie said casually, sitting beside you like this was normal.
Then Hera slinked across the back of the couch and sat behind Vinnie’s head, tail flicking, staring down at you like a queen assessing a peasant.
You tried to ignore it.
Until she started slowly pawing at his hoodie string. Then his hair. Then his shoulder.
You reached out to pet her.
She hissed.
At you.
Vinnie just smiled and said, “That’s her love language.”
It wasn’t.
After that, things got worse.
You weren’t allowed to cuddle him on the couch without Hera inserting herself literally, climbing onto Vinnie’s chest and wedging between your faces.
You’d be mid-conversation, knees pulled up on his lap, and Hera would leap into the space, plop down, and curl up like you were the third wheel.
She’d purr only when you weren’t touching her.
Rub her face against Vinnie’s hand, then swipe at yours when you reached over.
Once, she pushed your phone off the coffee table while staring you dead in the eyes.
Another time, you woke up to her sitting on your stomach in the dark like a shadow demon. Just staring. No purrs. No blinking.
Vinnie, of course, didn’t believe the full extent of it.
“She’s a sweetheart.”
“She clawed my sock off my foot.”
“She’s just playing.”
“She growled.”
“She’s expressive.”
You narrowed your eyes. “You raised a little villain.”
“She’s perfect.”
He said it while petting her like the most precious being in the world. Hera purred and gave you a smug look like she knew she’d won.
But then there were the cracks.
One night, you were half asleep on Vinnie’s chest while the two of you watched some late night anime rerun. Hera was curled up in her usual corner of the couch, giving you both the silent treatment.
You shifted, pulling the blanket up. Vinnie rubbed your back. You yawned, and his hand moved to your hair.
And Hera meowed.
Once.
Then again. Louder.
Vinnie looked over. “What?”
She meowed a third time, then stood, stomped across the cushions, and planted herself directly between the two of you, purring aggressively while staring at him.
He blinked. “You’re not serious.”
She pushed her head into his chin.
You stared. “Is she trying to…?”
“Shh. She’s asserting dominance.”
You rolled your eyes. “Over me?”
“She says you’ve gotten too comfortable.”
Eventually, a truce formed.
You brought her a treat once those freeze dried chicken ones she apparently considered worthy of her time.
She ate it, then sat on your thigh for exactly six seconds.
That was the day she allowed you into the kingdom. Kind of.
Now, she’ll sometimes curl up at the foot of the bed when you’re over.
But only if she gets there first.
She still gives you side eye when you kiss Vinnie in the kitchen.
Still knocks your things off the counter occasionally.
Still positions herself directly in the middle of the bed like a fluffy little wall.
But now?
If you stretch out your hand slowly… she doesn’t hiss.
She might even brush her cheek against your knuckle.
And sometimes only when she thinks no one’s watching she curls up near your hip and pretends she’s just trying to get warm.
But Vinnie knows.
And he grins every time.
Because Hera might still act like you’re stealing her man…
But even she can’t pretend you don’t belong here anymore.
SUMMARY: see image below + in which Vinnie and Kiara sneak off during her family reunion and have a quickie in her old bedroom. 🩷
entering her childhood bedroom, Kiara looked around the room in awe with a grin on her face, admiring the room as if it was the first time she’d ever seen it. plushies on the bed, LED light strips along the walls, a bouquet of faux peonies she got for her high school graduation sitting comfortably on her nightstand… and so many other things she had forgotten about once she moved out. her room was exactly how she left it, and she’d honestly forgotten how she had decorated it.
“nice room,” Kiara jumped at the sound of Vinnie’s voice and she turned around, watching him step inside her room and look around, “i never knew you had a Superman poster in your room, you little nerd.”
Vinnie’s eyes met Kiara’s and a playful smile rested on his lips as Kiara let out a laugh and walked closer to him, playfully shoving his shoulder.
“says the man who plays video games practically all day long on Twitch.” Kiara laughed as Vinnie’s smile widened and he laughed with her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him.
“touché, Kiara. touché.” Vinnie playfully smirks, pecking her lips, as Kiara giggled and smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and rubbing the nape of it with her fingertips.
“how’d you know i was in here anyway? thought you were too busy talking to my dad at the grill.” Kiara chuckled as Vinnie chuckled with her and rubbed her back.
“i asked your mom and she said you were up here,” Vinnie smiled a little as he lightly tilted his head, “by the way, your dad told me the food should be ready in about 15-20 minutes.”
“good ‘cause i’m hungry as hell.” Kiara playfully pouted, making Vinnie let out a small laugh.
“me too,” a small mischievous smirk crosses Vinnie’s face as the look in his eyes changes to something lustful, “…just not for food.”
Kiara’s eyebrows raise at his words and she scans his face before focusing on the look in his eyes, a soft knowing chuckle coming from her lips once the dots connected in her head.
“Vincent,” Kiara chuckled as a small knowing smile crossed her face, “we are at my parents house with my family members in the backyard.”
“they won’t hear. you really think they’re paying attention to us and where we are?” Vinnie raised an eyebrow as Kiara’s eyes playfully narrow at him before her head turns towards the window in room that faces her backyard.
pulling away from Vinnie’s embrace, Kiara walked over to her window and nudged her curtain to the side as she peeked through her blinds, her eyes scanning her preoccupied family members talking, drinking, or helping with food preparation while music blasted from the stereo.
feeling a presence behind her, the hairs on the back of Kiara’s neck stood up as Vinnie moved her black boho braids to the side and pressed kisses along her neck, his arms wrapping around her waist again — more securely this time — while Kiara pulled away from her blinds and her head instinctively tilted to the side.
“see? they’re not worried about us,” Vinnie mumbled against her neck as he stuck his tongue out and glided it across her skin, making a soft gasp fall from Kiara’s two-toned lips, “just let me have you, baby.”
a shiver went down Kiara’s spine at Vinnie’s words and her hands rested on his arms as he kissed up to her ear and gently tugged at her earlobe with his teeth, eliciting a soft sigh of pleasure from Kiara while she slipped her hand behind her and cradled his head.
“…we need to be done before the food’s ready, Vin.” Kiara mumbled breathily as Vinnie smirked and gripped her hips, raising his head from her ear and turning her around to face him.
“you have my word, baby.”
Kiara’s eyes rolled back as Vinnie thrusted into her at a quick rate, her asscheeks bouncing with each thrust while her arch deepened and her hands balled up her bed’s duvet. one of Vinnie’s hands gripped her hip and the other covered her mouth as Kiara moaned against his palm, her eyebrows furrowing while Vinnie pushed her hair out of the way and left kisses along her spine.
“there you go, baby. look at you takin’ my dick like a good girl,” Vinnie cooed against her shoulder before kissing it as he rolled his hips against hers and Kiara’s eyes rolled back for a second time, a whimper falling from her lips into his hand while Vinnie’s eyes flickered over to her vanity mirror across from them, “look at the mirror, pretty girl. let me see those eyes.”
gaining control of her vision, Kiara’s eyes met Vinnie’s in the mirror and her walls contracted around Vinnie’s dick at the sight displayed in front of her, making him groan against her shoulder.
“so fuckin’ sexy when you let me dig you out like this.” Vinnie groaned as he let go of her hip and grabbed her neck instead, holding it firmly while he sped up his thrusts.
Vinnie replaced his palm on her mouth with his middle and ring fingers and he made her suck on them as Kiara’s eyes rolled back again and her moans sent vibrations down both of his wrists, her eyebrows furrowing while he squeezed the sides of her neck.
“V-Vin..” Kiara whimpered dazedly as Vinnie smirked a little and littered kisses on her shoulder and the side of her face.
“what, baby? hm? talk to me.” Vinnie cooed between kisses as he slowed his strokes and began grinding his hips against her ass, making Kiara’s eyes roll back for what felt like the millionth time.
“…c-cum… i-i need t-to cum, babe…” Kiara pleaded in a whimper-like tone as her walls clenched around Vinnie’s dick for a second time, making him hiss while he smirked and squeezed the sides of her neck.
“cum for me, sweet baby. i got you, pretty, go ahead and let go for me.”
