in this one y/n loses her virginity to Vinnie. of course there’s smut, a little angst, and major fluff. this is a longer one but might be the best thing i’ve ever written in my opinion lol. enjoy!
Vinnie and y/n lay on his bed, looking at one another. Neither of them are speaking, just scanning each other’s faces illuminated under the soft glow of the red LED lights that line his room.
The tension between them is palpable in this moment but as usual, they’re too afraid to make a move on each other, though they’re no strangers. They grew up together as childhood friends. Vinnie is a year older than her, and she’s always had the biggest crush on him but never said anything out of fear of ruining their friendship. She also wasn’t sure if he felt the same way.
When he moved to LA last year, she was devastated but tried to be understanding. But now that she’s graduated, she was finally free to follow him. She could never admit to him that he was the sole reason she decided to make the move to California, though.
But Vinnie knew. He’s always known how she feels about him but he always felt a sense of guilt over it. In some way, he sees her almost as a little sister. He’s always felt the need to protect her, to cater to her. She’s like an angel, sweet and innocent. He couldn’t strip that innocence away from her and draw her any closer than she already was to him and all his problems.
At one point last year before he moved away, he almost caved and told her how in love with her he actually is, but he never did. Instead, he found himself spiraling, trying distracting himself from her by hooking up with whoever would lie on their back for him. Girl after girl. It worked for a while but he came to realize they meant nothing to him. They weren’t fulfilling to him or what truly craved because they weren’t her - this beautiful girl laying in front of him, looking at him with those doe eyes and soft lips. The girl he feels he doesn’t deserve.
He thought his feelings for her were dampening from their time apart. He truly believed he was finally getting over her but then she called one day and told him she was coming to LA to stay and the flame that had been brewing in his heart relit and turned into a wild fire, lighting his soul ablaze again.
And before he knew it, here she is again, in his bed at midnight with one hand tucked under her face and the other between her legs. The same scenario they’ve been in dozens of times before, but this time felt different after being apart for so long. It seems the old saying is true and absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
He feels the urge to brush her face with his finger tips. His lips crave hers more than he craves air. He’d do anything right now to taste her but he holds back.
As he’s getting lost deeper in his thoughts, she notices the expression on his face. His eyes are glued to her mouth and he looks almost as if he’s in pain but she doesn’t know why.
“Vinnie?” she says softly.
His eyes eagerly flicker to hers. “Yes?” He whispers.
Her question catches him off guard and he realizes that maybe he wasn’t hiding his feelings as well as he thought he was. He decides it would be best to lie in this moment. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
She doesn’t believe him. She scans his face looking for a clue as to what might be wrong but comes up empty handed. She considers grabbing his hand but the thought makes her heart race. What if it makes him uncomfortable?
She fights with herself before finally working up the nerve. Her unsteady hand moves from between her legs, to his that’s draped over his waist. She doesn’t grab him, she just brushes her finger tips across the back of his hand.
The moment he feels her gentle touch, he feels his body stir and curses himself while desperately trying to keep his feelings at bay. He swallows hard and looks away from her gaze.
She notices and pulls her hand away from him, now cursing herself worried that she made him uncomfortable. But she’s not ready to give up on investigating his expression. She’s sure there must be something bothering him.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Vin?” She asks again, even softer than before.
“Yeah,” he says with a low and hoarse voice.
Unsure of what what to say next, she decides to just tell him how she feels. “I missed you so much, you know that?”
His eyes meet hers again, excited to hear her say that. “I missed you too.”
She notices the change of expression on his face and takes it as a good sign, scooting a little closer to him. Before she has the time to think about it, she reaches her hand out, gently laying it on his face while running her thumb over his cheek.
He feels a warmth spread through his body and he lets out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. He wants her so badly.
“I was so sad when you moved away,” she whispers.
His heart skips a beat and then sinks as memories of the day he left flash through his mind. She was crying in his driveway, hands over her face as he loaded the car up. It tore him to shreds seeing her like that, but he felt he had to leave. He couldn’t stay in that place anymore, partly because he wanted more out of life than what his hometown had to offer but mostly because he couldn’t stand to be so close to her while fighting himself - fighting his depression, his anxiety, his past, his self destructive tendencies.
She knew what he dealt with and only ever wanted to help him but he left her there feeling trapped. Stuck so close to adulthood and freedom but so far at the same time. The year he had been gone felt like the longest of her entire life and she felt angry with him for running off like he did. But she pushes those thoughts out of her mind because she’s finally here with him now, and that’s what matters more than anything.
“I know you were. I’m so sorry,” he says, feeling a lump start to form in his throat.
She can tell his words are genuine and makes the bold decision to lean her forehead against his. “It’s okay. I understand why you did it. I’m just so happy to be with you again.”
“I’m happy too,” he whispers.
“Did you ever think about me?” She asks.
He considers lying but decides against it. She deserves honesty. “I think about you everyday.”
His words send a surge of happiness through her, confirming what she desperately wished to be true. “I think about you too.”
He purses his lips and draws his brows together. “Why did you stay so stuck on me?” He asks. He doesn’t know what answer he’s looking for but he felt the need to ask. He genuinely doesn’t understand why her interest in him has persisted through the years, especially after seeing him at some of the lowest points in his life.
His question was harsh to her and she feels a bit frustrated. Doesn’t he understand how amazing he is to her? Then she realizes that she’s never outright told him her feelings. How can she expect him to know what she doesn’t tell him?
And with that thought comes a moment of clarity. All this time she’s felt tortured, somehow getting it into her mind that he doesn’t love her like she loves him. And she’s sat with that feeling for a long time, letting it grow and consume her when it might not even be true.
She scolds herself, wondering why it’s taken her so long to realize this. She should just tell him. She has to. She can’t keep feeling this way. “Because I’m in love with you, Vinnie.”
His breath catches in his throat. He always knew it but to hear her say it sent him into pure bliss. He almost can’t believe his ears. He pulls back and stares are her for a moment, processing what this means and what he should say or do next.
She blinks at him feeling panic set in, hoping she didn’t just ruin their lifelong friendship with those 7 words. She opens her mouth to try to take back her sentence but before she can speak, he presses his lips to her.
They both melt into it, feeling a massive sense of relief having finally tasted each other. It felt like every moment they had ever shared together led up to this kiss.
She parts her lips, inviting his tongue into her mouth, gently swirling it around. Her whole body starts to throb in tune with her heart beat as she moves her hips to get closer to him.
His arm wraps around her, cradling her carefully as if he’s afraid he’ll break her if he touches her too hard. He feels his pants tighten below his waist, his body begging for her touch.
She starts to lift her leg to wrap around him but he stops her and pulls away from her kiss, leaving her confused.
“What’s wrong?” She whispers.
“I - I don’t know if we should… I don’t,” he struggles to find the words he’s looking for.
She shakes her head and presses her lips to his again, holding there for a minute before pulling away. “I want you, Vinnie.”
As much as he wants to fight her on this, he’s feeling weaker than he ever has for her. She wants him. And how can he deny her?
He groans and buries his face in her neck, sucking gently near her collarbone. Soft moans roll out of her throat and he can feel the vibration from her voice travel through her neck to his lips. His hand drags her leg over his waist, pressing her core against his.
He rolls her over and climbs between her legs, his mouth never leaving her neck as they start to grind against each other. Once he finally pulls away, he can see the shadow of a bruise starting to form beneath her skin where his lips were.
His guilt returns. “Are… you’re a virgin aren’t you?” he whispers.
She nods yes, afraid to say it out loud from fear she’ll scare him away. Her core is throbbing and she’s thought of this exact moment a million times before and now that it’s finally happening, she doesn’t want to ruin it.
“Y/n… I can’t do this,” he rolls back over and runs his hands through his hair, staring at the ceiling. He can’t take her innocence. He can’t turn her into the sexualized fantasy he’s very shamefully always dreamed about.
Her stomach turns, and she suddenly finds herself wishing she had lied to him and told him she wasn’t. She can’t let this moment slip through her fingers.
Without a second thought, she climbs over him, straddling him. She can feel his hard on press against her through their pants as she leans down, hovering her lips over his.
His hands rest on her hips, his thoughts torn between removing her from his lap or giving in and holding her there. He settles for the latter.
“I want it to be you, Vinnie. More than anything. Do you love me?” She asks quietly.
“Of course I love you, sweet girl.”
Sweet girl. She loves when he calls her that. “And you wouldn’t just use me, would you?”
Her question frustrates him. Why would she ask that? She should know better. He shakes his head. “Of course I wouldn’t.”
“Then take me. If it’s not you, then it’ll he another guy,” she lays a soft kiss to his lips. “One that might not even love me like you do.”
The thought of that scenario angers him more than it probably should. Of course there have been times where guys have pursued her. And each time, he’s fought the urge to sabotage their advances. And each time he lost the fight with himself, going out of his way to extinguish whatever flame some sorry guy found himself trying to kindle with her. And it worked every time.
It’s selfish of him, he knows that. He spent so much time keeping her from perfectly good guys just to turn around and deny her himself now.
He sighs and pecks her lips again. Maybe she’s right. Maybe it should be him. As much as he wishes he could, he can’t keep her in a box to be preserved forever in the state she’s in now - so beautiful and irreproachable.
If it has to happen eventually, it should be him. “Okay,” he kisses her.
A grin spreads across her face as he rolls her over to her back again, laying on top of her. He kisses down her neck, careful not to hit that same bruised spot again.
His hands slip under her shirt, massaging her boob through her bra as she tightens her grip on his arm letting out soft moans. Her voice alone makes him feel almost euphoric.
He pulls away from her and gently starts to lift her shirt over her head. She sits up to help then reaches around unclasping her bra. His eyes are glued to her chest, anxiously waiting to see what’s underneath, but she hesitates for a moment. As soon as he notices her hesitation, he looks up to her face.
She avoids eye contact. No one has ever seen her naked before and she feels vulnerable. She kicks herself mentally for this hang up, knowing it’s going to worry Vinnie about her sureness of their situation. It’s not that she doesn’t want to, she’s just shy.
And just as she expected, his brows furrow. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. It’s never too late to change your mind,” he says softly.
“I do want to,” she reassured him and finally finds the courage to expose herself to him, but still not able to make eye contact with him.
His breath catches in his throat and his cock instantly gets harder, now to the point it almost hurts. She looks even better than he had ever imagined. He’s seen her in her swimsuit before but she’s always been modest, even in the summertime. Always leaving plenty to the imagination.
“Honey, you are fucking work of art,” he says, barely able to speak at the sight of her. His words assure her and make her feel confident in herself.
“My sweet, sweet girl,” he reaches his hand out to touch her bare chest but stops himself. He should check in with her again to be sure it’s okay.
He opens his mouth to say something but before he can speak, she gives him a nod of approval. He nods in return and his hand finally meets her flesh. She’s so soft and inviting.
His touch sends a shockwave through her, making her hair stand on end. Of course she’s touched her body herself but someone else’s hand on her felt way more intense than her own hand ever felt.
He leans forward, laying her back on the bed again and gently kisses his way from her chin to her boobs, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. She instantly feels them perk up under his breath and throws her head back as she wraps her hands in his hair.
His mouth moves to her other boob, lingering there for a while before he starts to work his way down her stomach, leaving a trail of kisses behind him. Each one causes her whole body to tense, making her wetter than she’s ever been before.
He sits on his knees between her legs and grips the waistband of her sweatpants, looking up at her for the go ahead.
She nods and he slowly pulls her pants off her legs, leaving her in just her underwear. Her feeling of vulnerability kicks in to high gear now, realizing he’s about to see every inch of her body in a way no one else had before.
But before her anxiety can carry her away, he gently rubs the outer part of her legs. “So, so pretty,” he says, smiling at her. “You’re so beautiful.”
She smiles, once again feeling reassured by his words as she begins to relax. He slowly drags his hand from the outside of her leg, to her inner thigh inching closer to her core. Her heart rate sky rockets and she lets out small whimpers in anticipation of his next touch.
He notices the noises she’s making and a wide smile spreads across his face as he relishes in the fact that she’s already whining when he’s barely even touched her yet. He can’t wait to make her feel good, and can’t believe he’s so blessed as to be the only one who’s ever gotten to make her feel this way. In this moment, he’s confident in his decision to do this. He couldn’t have had it any other way.
His fingers graze her slit through her underwear, making gentle circles over her clit. She feels her cheeks flush red with excitement and her breathing picks up.
He slides her underwear to the side and touches her bare pussy for the first time, noticing how wet and swollen she is. Another smile creeps on to his face, hardly able to believe she’s so worked up for him.
His cock is hurting for release more than it ever has before but he keeps himself together, wanting to take his time with her. Willing to completely disregard his own needs, he wants this to be special for her.
He slides his middle finger into her with ease, earning the first real, god honest moan from her. The first of many for years to come, he hopes.
The feeling sends a wave of pleasure through to her chest and she throws her head back, and grabs her tits. If his fingers feel this good, she can’t wait to feel him fully inside her.
He starts pumping slowly then adds another finger as he bends down to suck her inner thigh, getting lost in the way she feels wrapped around his fingers. Before he knows it, he’s left a mark on her thigh and curses himself again for being so careless with her body.
He pulls away and pulls her underwear off, watching her for signs of hesitation or discomfort but finds none. He leans back over her, his breath lingering over her clit as she looks down at him with her face contorted in pleasure.
He can’t help but notice how pretty she looks from this angle as he opens his mouth to meet with her pussy. As soon as he makes contact, she throws her head back again and moans even louder than before. He sucks as he massages her clit with his tongue, savoring every bit of her. She tastes sweet and clean, just like he always imagined she would.
“Feels so good, Vinnie,” she moans and looks down at him again. The sight of his face between her legs sends her straight to heaven and she struggles to keep her vision straight as he slips a finger inside of her again, still working her clit with his mouth.
She gives up on trying to keep herself together and fully relaxes into him, grinding herself against his mouth as she wraps her fingers in his hair, tugging harder than she intended. He loves it, though. He wishes he could tell her to not be afraid of getting rough with him but maybe that kind of thing can come at another time. Her first time should be effortless and sweet for her.
It’s not long before she feels herself tighten and pulse around him. She’s had orgasms by her own hand but they never felt like this. The pleasure tears from her core through to her thighs and consumes her from her head to her toes. Moans escape her throat at an uncontrollable volume and she quickly starts to get lightheaded and dazed.
He keeps his pace and movements exactly as they are as she rides out her high, waiting for her to stop pulsing against his mouth and fingers before pulling away.
She only whines, unable to find the words to describe how good she just felt as he crawls back up to her mouth, kissing her. She can taste herself on his tongue.
“How was that?” he asks almost breathless from his own excitement.
“Incredible,” she responds with closed eyes. She needs a moment to gather herself again and he watches her face, smiling and mentally patting himself on the back for doing a good job for her.
Finally she opens her eyes again and starts to sit up.
“What’re you doing, love?” He asks, moving to the side of her.
“It’s your turn now,” she says softly, resting her hand on his thigh.
He chuckles, catching her off guard. She doesn’t understand what was funny.
“What?” She asks with a pouty face.
“You’re not going down on me. It’s all about you tonight,” he brushes her messy hair out of her face and kisses her again.
“But that’s not fair -“ she starts to protest.
“Shh. It’s okay, baby. I just want to take care of you tonight. We can explore that route at another time.”
She exhales and nods in agreement, secretly relieved that she doesn’t have to worry about that particular performance tonight.
He slides his shirt off and she scans his body, admiring it and all the tattoos she has yet to run her fingers across. She’s seen his posts online, of course, but it’s been over a year since she’s seen his body in person.
She notices how much he’s filled out, looking more like a man now than he ever has before. She’s surprised how much of a difference a year made for him but she’s delighted at how good he looks. He’s getting better looking with every passing day.
He stands and drops his pants. She can clearly see the outline of his hard on through his boxers and feels a bit intimidated. She always expected him to be well endowed but he’s bigger than she expected as far as she can tell.
He goes to pull his boxers down and pauses for a moment, feeling an unusual sense of embarrassment. He’s not sure why, he’s confident in his size an abilities. But something about stripping in front of her has him on edge.
Their eyes meet and she smiles sweetly at him, waiting for him to expose himself. He takes a breath and pulls them down, not wanting to keep her waiting any longer. His eyes don’t leave hers but hers can’t help but wonder.
As soon as she lays eyes on it, he notices she adjusts herself. He’s not sure if she’s uncomfortable or excited.
“Are you ready?” He asks in a low voice.
She nods, still looking at his cock before she realizes she’s staring. She quickly shifts her gaze back up to his and smiles. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
He reaches in the dresser beside his bed and pulls out a condom, ready to open it but she clears her throat grabbing his attention.
“I - um… I’m actually on birth control. I got on it a few weeks ago… just in case,” she purses her lips.
“Yeah… just in case this happened with us,” she’s embarrassed to admit it but it’s true.
He chuckles, delighted that she had planned ahead. Now she can get the full experience that she deserves. He puts the condom back in the drawer and climbs back on the bed, brushing his hand across her face and kissing her again.
She lays back down and spreads her legs, inviting him into her. He moves into position and lines himself up with her pussy and then stops to savor the moment, taking a mental picture of everything he can. The way her hair is laying, the way her eyes are glued to what he’s about to do to her. The lighting in the room, the way her hand is grasping his arm, the way her tits rest against her chest. He even takes note of the subtle scent of her perfume filling the air around them. He wants to remember this moment forever, it’s one he’ll hold on to until the day he ceases to exist on this earth.
She glances up at him, smiling sweetly as he finally pushes his way into her. Her head relaxes on to the pillow as she feels herself take every inch of him slowly, filling her up and stretching her. A low groan breaks free from her lips as he bottoms out, resting there for a moment before he starts to gently thrust.
The feeling of her wrapped around him is unlike any other experience he’s had. Soft, warm, and wet. He feels the pleasure hit in waves through his whole body as he pulls back, leaving just his tip in her before bottoming out again and again and again. His legs feel weak, finding it hard to keep up a good rhythm but he takes a deep breath and gathers himself. He’ll be damned to not perform at his best right now, no matter how good she feels.
He relaxes down into her, his breath and soft moans tickling her ear and neck, sending tingles down her spine and hardening her nipples. Her arms and legs wrap tightly around him, her hands roaming up and down his back before settling near his neck as she holds him, moving with him with each thrust.
He feels better than she ever imagined, it’s almost overwhelming. She can’t control the intensity of her moans or keep her eyes open as she gets lost in the feeling, loving every part of the experience. Their bare chests pressed against each other, the way his warmth covers her like a blanket and makes her feel safe and secure.
He pulls away and hovers above her as he starts to pick up his pace, smiling as he watches her tits bounce with each of his movements wanting nothing more than to bury his face in them.
With his faster pace, she feels herself start to tighten again, the pressure building rapidly. “I - I’m cumming,” she moans as that euphoric feeling clouds her mind and sends her straight into another world where she’s only focused on the pleasure she feels.
He feels her tighten and pulse around him, getting wetter with each of his thrusts. He can’t help but let out a loud and desperate moan as he fights his own release, wanting her to finish first. Once he’s sure she’s done, he finally collapses back down on top of her feeling his own release as he fills her up.
They both lay there breathless and lightheaded. Soft and quiet whines are still leaving her throat as she attempts to catch her breath, loving the way he feels inside of her, making her warm and full.
They stay like this for a few minutes before he finally pulls out of her, rolling over to lay beside her. She stays looking up at the ceiling, processing the fact that she’s officially no longer a virgin. She’s happy about it, though. And this couldn’t have gone any better. It was more than anything she could have asked for and it was with him. Just like she always hoped it would be.
He pulls her close to him, wrapping his arms around her tightly, kissing her forehead. “I love you,” he says quietly, relieved he can finally be honest about his feelings.
She smiles as she relaxes into him with tired eyes. “I love you too, Vinnie.”
