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.
