The music pulsed through the dimly lit club, but all Vinnie could focus on was you—and the guy who had been way too close to you all night. His jaw clenched as he watched the man laugh at something you said, leaning in just a little too much for his liking. Vinnie knew you were his.
You knew you were his.
But that didn’t mean he liked watching other men try their luck. So when you finally made your way back to him, he didn’t let you get far. A firm grip on your waist, pulling you against his solid frame, his breath hot against your ear. “Having fun?” he murmured, voice laced with something dark. You smirked, tilting your chin up defiantly. “Just talking.”
“Sure you were,” he muttered, spinning you around so your back was flush against his chest. His hands trailed down, fingertips grazing your hips before one delivered a sharp slap to your ass. You gasped, your breath hitching, and he chuckled lowly.
“Could’ve fooled me, baby.” Another smack, this time firmer, making warmth pool in your stomach. “But you like pushing me, don’t you?”You bit your lip, heat spreading across your skin.
Vinnie turned you back to face him, eyes dark with jealousy and something even more dangerous. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Mine,” he whispered, voice rough with possession. “You know that, don’t you?” You nodded, breathless.
His lips brushed against yours, teasing but not giving in just yet. “Good girl,” he praised, fingers tightening around your waist.
“Now let’s remind you exactly where you belong.”
i had this marinating in my drafts, but here’s a little something :)
Hey love! Can you pls do a smut where they f*ck in one of his cars? Like it first starts of with her teasing him and then she rides him sumthin like that hihihi ty<333
Desperate
smut! oral (f), exhibition-y, maybe a little degradation. enjoy!
Desperate - probably a word overused in these situations but no other describes how you feel right now. The aching between your legs has grown to consume your entire body now, your breathing heavy and shallow. All you can think about is having him inside of you, pounding you into submission as you scratch your nails down his back and whine uncontrollably.
You look over at him, his brown eyes focused on the road in front of you guys as he drives you to his parents house for dinner. He’s oblivious to the filthy thoughts racing through your head and you can’t help but smile a little as you bite your lip. He notices your gaze from the corner of his eyes and looks at you.
“What?” He asks, a small smile pulling at the corners of his own mouth.
Should you tell him what you’re thinking? It wouldn’t be hard for him to guess if he had to, you do this a lot; like that time at the pool party where you lured him into the bathroom, or the time you guys fucked in the dressing room at the mall. You were always horny at the worst times and the Seattle trip to meet his parents is no exception. And, even though he never turns you down or says it bothers him, you still feel a little guilty at how needy you are.
The sliver of guilt you feel still isn’t enough to calm you, though. Unsure of what to say, you only shrug in response. Your smile turns to a smoulder as the thoughts become more intrusive - the gray sweatpants he has on certainly aren’t helping your case. You let out a small sigh. Maybe this time it would be better to show him what you’re thinking rather than tell him.
You glance beside you to make sure no other cars are next to you on the highway, and luckily it’s pretty dark outside now so even if someone passes, they shouldn’t be able to see inside. You slide your shoes off and undo your seatbelt, lifting your butt off the seat and sliding your pants down along with your underwear. You feel the car jolt a little to the side as Vinnie clears his throat.
“Y/n,” he says, his voice low. You look at him again and his eyes are glued back on the road in front of you, the light of the cars on the other side of the median lighting his face just enough to see his beet red cheeks.
Your devious smile returns and you stay silent as you lift your shirt over your head and undo your bra to expose your tits. Though it’s unlikely anyone could possibly see you right now, it still adds a bit of excitement at the possibility of getting caught. You put one foot on the dashboard and bring the other to the seat, spreading your legs.
“Baby,” he says, almost in a whisper this time. His grip on the steering wheel is so tight his knuckles are turning white.
“Vinnie,” you say softly as you bring your fingers to your mouth, soaking them in spit before you move them down to your drenched slit, rubbing small circles over your swollen clit. Your body shudders at the feeling but it’s nothing compared to how he could make you feel. You rest your head against the seat behind you and your eyes trail to the growing bulge in his pants as you keep working yourself.
“We’re almost there,” he says, looking back over at you and soaking up the sight of what you’re doing to yourself.
“But we’re not there yet,” you smile again, sliding your middle finger inside of yourself.
“Fuck. What - what do you want me to do? Pull over and fuck you right here on the side of the highway?” He snickers, though his question is rhetorical. He already knows the answer.
“Mmhm,” you nod, bringing your free hand to your tits, squeezing one of your nipples tightly.
“Can’t wait until we’re back at the airbnb?”
“No,” you shake your head, a small pout resting on your lips.
“And what if a state trooper or a good samaritan pulls up behind us wondering if we need help?”
“Then we’d both be in a world of trouble,” you giggle a little.
“That doesn’t scare you?”
“Not enough to make me not wanna do it,” you say. You start to curl your fingers just right against your walls, making your leg jerk a little and a small moan leaves your mouth.
He shakes his head, focusing his narrowed eyes on the road again. He switches on the blinker to make his way across the 3 lanes to the shoulder of the road then slows to a stop, putting the car in park.
You laugh a little, excited by his reaction. “I’m surprised you’re gonna do it.”
Without saying a word and before you can do anything else, he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car. You pull your fingers away from your core and watch in confusion as he slams the door behind him and walks over to your side to open your door.
“What -” you start to say and get cut off by his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to be uncomfortable and earning a whine from you as your fingers wrap around his wrist.
“Of course I’m gonna do it,” he says through lightly clenched teeth. “With you sitting beside me, fingering yourself,” he presses his lips to yours and wraps his free hand around your thigh, pulling your legs out of the car.
“Vinnie,” you break away from the kiss. “Someone’s gonna see.”
“Thought you didn’t care?” His lips trail down your neck, his hot breath lingering against your skin.
“I -” you try to say, but the words won’t come out. Your eyes roll back and the thud of your heart against your chest gets harder. You weren’t being serious when you said you didn’t care but maybe you really don’t care - maybe the risk of getting caught is a small price to pay for him to satisfy you right now.
His small moans as he sucks on your sweet spot sends chills down your back as the realization of the kind of hold this man has on you fully sets in. You’ll never get enough of him. He could fuck you senseless every day for the rest of your life and it still won’t be enough, and constantly being in a frenzy for him is going to get you into real trouble one of these days. You know this yet you can’t pull yourself away from him.
Your hand grips his shirt collar as his mouth leaves the fresh bruise on your neck to continue down to your tits. You scoot forward a little and lean the curve of your back against the middle console, spreading your legs to give him better access and accepting your fate with him. If your raging desire for him takes you down, then so be it.
You look down to watch him as his tongue swirls around one of your nipples, teasing you as it glides warmly over the bud and leaving a thin layer of wetness in its path to cool and harden it. He pulls away with a small string of spit connecting from his mouth to your tit as he moves to the other one to give it the same treatment.
“Mmm,” you moan, tilting your head back while placing one foot on the inside of the door enjoying every bit of this.
Soon after, he licks his way down to your inner thighs. He can feel the heat radiating from you and the light glistening off your pussy was all he needed to see to lose it as he dives in, desperate to taste you now and latching right on to your clit.
The moans leaving your mouth are muffled by the sounds of the cars racing past you guys and this frustrates him. All he wants is to hear you but he knows you’re enjoying yourself so he keeps on for a few more minutes, lapping up every ounce of you.
He slides his finger into you, searching for that spongy spot inside that drives you crazy and as soon as he finds it, the pleasure ripples through you as your favorite feeling in the world starts to creep up, knotting your stomach and curling your toes.
Your fingers tug on his hair with no mind to how hard you’re pulling as you become consumed by your orgasm. Just as soon as it’s over he pulls back and stands, leaving you a breathless dripping mess.
“Scoot,” he nudges you. You swallow and move to straddle the console, surely leaving a wet spot as he slides into the seat, shutting the door behind him. He takes his shirt off and pulls his pants down just far enough to let his pretty, aching cock spring out before he wraps his hand around your waist, pulling you back on top of him.
You don’t waste a second to sink down onto it, fully coating him in your cum. A groan leaves his mouth and his hand grips your ass tightly as you start to grind on him, so sensitive from your orgasm that you can feel every vein on his cock pressed against the inside of your cunt.
“So naughty, couldn’t wait another hour for this, could you?” He teases, his breath against your ear sends another wave of tingles through your body. “Always gotta get your way right when you want it, huh?”
“Y - you don’t make it easy for me, y’know?” You moan.
“I didn’t do anything,” he says, thrusting up to meet each of your movements.
“The sweatpants… and the way you kissed me earlier. You knew,” you moan as he picks up his pace a little. “You knew what you were doing.”
He chuckles as his lips meet the curve of your neck. He can’t deny he does a lot of these things on purpose, like grabbing your waist just a little too tightly and lingering just a little too long as he walks past you in public or at the house, always kissing you in a way that leaves you wanting more, or making sure you see him with a towel wrapped a bit too low around his waist when he gets out of the shower.
It’s unbelievable how easy you are to turn on and he’s made it his mission to do it whenever possible, but he’ll never admit it to you. He likes watching you struggle and seeing the glazed look in your eyes and the bite on your lip when you’re horny and trying to hide it. It’s his favorite pastime.
“I think you’re just a desperate little thing,” he says, moaning a little. “Aren’t you?”
“I am,” you nod. “I just… I love you, and I want you all the time,” you tilt your head back and move your hand down to rub your still sensitive clit.
“I love you too, baby,” he smiles, kissing his way from your neck to your lips. “My sweet girl.”
Your small moans get louder and come out faster as you get closer to your next orgasm and it doesn’t take long before you’re there again.
“M’cumming,” you groan, dragging your nails down his shoulder, leaving a trail of red skin in their place as you pulse around him. Your wetness coats him all the way down your thighs to the seat below you guys as you shamelessly let it all out. His own follows right after you, low grumbles and unintelligible words leave his mouth as he fills you to the brim.
Both of your movements eventually slow down, leaving you both breathless and tired.
You lay limp in his arms with your head against his rising and falling chest as the lust starts to exit your mind, leaving clarity in its place. You start to come back to your surroundings, and glance out of the window facing the road just in time to see a cop slow on the other side of the median. Your heart instantly leaps into your throat and you lift yourself off of him, climbing to the driver seat.
“What?” He asks, looking out of the back window. His eyes quickly find what yours did and he pulls his pants up and tosses yours to you along with your shirt. “God damn it,” he says with a worried look on his face as he frantically gathers himself.
As nervous as you are, you can’t help but giggle as you get dressed. “You jinxed us!”
He smiles, shaking his head. “Don’t even play with me, woman.”
You slide your shirt on just in time to swap spots with him and act innocent as the cop pulls up behind you guys.
had some friends over yesterday and someone mentioned sloppy sex and now i cant get it out of my head HELP 😭😂
Sloppy & Messy
Pairings: Vinnie Hacker x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Never put a drunk Vinnie and a drunk Y/N together in a room.
Warnings: smut, p in v, hair pulling, face slapping, manhandling, spit kink, use of the word ‘daddy’ once, cheating, use of alcohol, choking kink, but of possessiveness
Author’s Note: Don’t know if a lot of dirty talk goes in drunk sex, but let’s pretend it does. I added a little something to the end :)
didn’t proofread
They were in stable, happy relationships, but they craved each other. Five shots in and they both were completely drunk. It didn’t help that they’re friends were complete assholes as they put them both in the same room. “Fuck her good, Vinnie.!” “Get that dick, Y/N!” And other things were shouted before they locked and shut the door. All it took was for Vinnie to take one good look at her and he had her pushed up against the wall. With one hand on her throat and the other pulling her closer to him, he whispered to her, “You’re all mine tonight.”
Vinnie pushed her on back causing her drink to spill, but they didn’t mind. The kiss was sloppy, but hot. She lifted his shirt letting him she wanted it off. He unbuttoned her blouse exposing her breasts as she had nothing under. “Fuck, these are hot.” He said before taking one of her nipples in his mouth and massaging the other one. He, soon, kissed her on the lips, leaving a trail of saliva behind. They both lout out desperate groans. “Gonna ruin you.” He said before opening her mouth with thumb on her bottom lip and spitting in it. She swallowed and opened up her mouth to show him. “Good girl.”
He held her hands above her head as he relentlessly pounded into her. Her mascara was smudged along with her lip gloss. The room wreaked of alcohol and sex, if sex had a smell. They were both sweaty and desperate to reach the amount of pleasure they both desired. “You love how my cock feels inside you, don’t you.” She frantically nodded her head, feeling him hit her cervix making her scream. “Scream my name, slut. Let your entire neighborhood know who’s fucking you.” He let go of her hands and put her legs over his shoulder, giving him a better angle. She arched her back as he began repeatedly thrusting. “V-Vinnie, feels too good… t-too much!” Her small hands tried to pry herself away from his grip. Getting annoyed with her, he flipped her onto her stomach. He gripped her hair pulling her back, making her whine. “Is it too much? Feels so good your pussy can’t take it?” He teased her as he slapped her face around. “Sounds like you want me to go harder.” He said before sliding back in evoking a moan from her.
As they were reaching their orgasms her phone rang. She was too fucked to realize who it was before Vinnie answered the call seeing it was her boyfriend, putting it on speaker. “You’re so close, baby. Can feel you clenching around me.” He teased as he held her head up by her throat to hold eye contact. Just when her boyfriend was about to hang up whatever he was listening to, he heard her fragile little voice. “Please, I need to cum daddy. Let me cum.” Vinnie smirked to himself at her response and seeing that the call was still going. “Of course, you can cum, baby.” He purposely made his thrusts more animalistic to bring her to a body shuddering orgasm. She held her hips against him, screaming out his name multiple times as all she could think about was Vinnie. “Atta girl, scream my name. Let your lousy boyfriend know you’re mine.” She was too out of it to comprehend what he said, but after tonight she was all his again.
Synopsis: Vinnie lives up his word by fucking his girl senseless, but she needs more.
Warnings: smut, p in v, hair pulling, degrading kink, praising kink, choking kink, begging, dirty talk, mentions of orgasm denial, mentions of fingering
Author's Note: Thank you sm anon for your kind words<3. This fic had previously gotten harsh criticism about Y/N not giving concept, but 100% assure you all that she gave consent in part one. So go check that out. Hope you all enjoy this one! Pardon me if there are any mistakes.
Part One
“Is my baby crying already?” They had been going at it for hours now. Dreadful hours of orgasms being denied. She had come only twice and it wasn’t even by his dick. She needed to cum by his cock, but he wasn’t allowing it. Of course, he had told her he was going to make her feel good, but he didn’t say to what extent. He was inside of her, thrusting rapidly, hitting every spot that her body reacted to. “P-Please, please, please, let me cum on-FUCK” He interupted her whining with a harsh thrusting that kissed her cervix harshly. “Wanna cum on my fingers? My tongue? My thigh?” She nodded repeatedly a ‘no’ at his options. “Tell me what you want, word for word.” He said as he wrapped his hand around her throat as he slowly thrusted in her. “I want–I w-want.” He knew exactly what he was doing with his slow thrusts. She was so sensitive and desperate that his simple movements were enough to distract her. “Louder. Say what you want or else you’re not cumming.” He whispered into her ear. His threat scaring her. “Y-your cock. Wanna cum on…your cock.” He smirked at her request. She was so needy for his cock it was adorable.
He leaned down and kissed her, a moan erupting from her lips onto his. “ Eyes on me as I fuck you and you get to cum on your cock.” His last words made her clench around him, making him grunt. With both hands on her hips his thrusts escalated. His pubic bone skimmed against her clit creating a speck of friction. She sat up staring right at him not wanting to break the contact. He looked beautiful. His lips were swollen with the amount of times he bit them, his veins were out with how hard he was holding her hips. From the corner of her eyes she could see where they both connected and god, it was a sight that made weak. “M’close. Please don’t stop, please.” She begged and for that split second got distracted and let her guard down breaking the contact. His thrusts came to a halt. “S-Sorry! I-I didn’t mean to.” He tangled his fingers through her head forcing her to look at him. “Look away again and I will stop.” He warned her.
“You love being fucked like a whore don’t you?” He teased her, helping her reach the orgasm she craved so much. She could only cry out with tears streaming down her face. Too fucked to even use her words. He placed a kiss on her friends before moving his lips to her ears. “Cum on your cock.” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The same as her hips rolled against his. “Vinniee” She cried out his name against his skin. He felt her arch her back against him allowing him to feel her body shake. She dragged her nails along his back making a small moan leave his lips. “Just like that baby….that’s my girl.” Once she rode out her high he pulled back and gazed at the sight in front of him. She smiled at her, being completely enamored. “My beautiful girl.”
smut with a side of smut for this one. some spanking, breath play, degradation and edging. strong sexual language. i think that’s it. enjoy!
I let out a loud huff and roll over to look at Vinnie. He’s not streaming but he has been playing Valorant for 5 straight hours.
“Vinnie?” I say.
“Yeah,” he says, still staring at the computer screen.
“Pay attention to me.”
He chuckles. “What?”
I stand up and walk over to him. “Pay attention to me,” I say, wrapping my arms around him from behind.
He smiles. “Give me like 10 more minutes.”
I playfully grab his hair and shake his head gently. “You’re killing me, Vin.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, pursing his lips but still not looking away from the screen.
I lean back in and kiss his cheek. “I’m horny,” I say softly in his ear. I swear I heard his breathing stop for a moment.
“You know I can’t,” he shakes his head.
“Please?” I say in a pouting tone.
He bites his bottom lip and glances at me. “I can’t, y/n.”
I cross my arms. “Why? What’s even the fucking point of no nut November?”
“It’s a challenge. It’s… I don’t know. It’s just something I want to do.”
“It’s only the 7th. You’re gonna leave me hanging for 3 more weeks?”
“You knew I planned on doing this, we talked about it weeks ago,” he says, smiling and shaking his head.
“I didn’t agree to it though,” I lean back in and wrap my arms around him again. “Please. I need you. I want you.”
I kiss his temple and move my hands down the front of his bare chest. I see his cheeks flush slightly and a little tent starts to form in his sweatpants.
“Y/n, stop. I’m sticking to this challenge.”
I smile knowing I’m getting to him, and bring my hands up and rest them on the sides of his neck. I can feel his rapid heart rate.
“Your body says differently,” I kiss his cheek again and work my way down to his neck. I stop and suck on what I know is his most sensitive spot. The hard on in his pants grows even more.
He dies in the game, and let’s out a loud sigh.
“Was that my fault?” I ask innocently.
He puts his hands over his face and sits there silent for a moment.
“I’m gonna extend it through December if you don’t stop,” he says, looking at me with an angry expression.
I roll my eyes. “Whatever! I guess I’ll fucking do it myself.”
“What?” He asks. I walk over the the nightstand beside his bed where I keep my vibrator.
“Y/n, please,” he pleads as his eyes widen.
I smirk at him and drop my pants and underwear, sliding my tank top off. I’m standing completely naked in front of him and raise my eyebrows. His eyes slowly scan my body and his cheeks get even redder.
“I have needs, Vinnie. I’m gonna get them taken care of one way or the other. I’d prefer your help but I can do it myself if I have to,” I say, climbing into his bed.
I turn the vibrator on, spreading my legs slowly and look over at him. He’s slouched in his gaming seat, mouth parted slightly. He looks like he wants to look away but can’t.
I smile, biting my lip as I drag the vibrator over my tits and down my stomach before finally reaching my clit. The feeling is intense and my body starts pulsing almost immediately.
I close my eyes and throw my head back, moaning. I grab the headboard behind me, losing myself in the pleasure.
I feel myself edging closer to my orgasm and lean my head back up. When I open my eyes, Vinnie is standing over me.
“I swear to fucking god, y/n. You piss me off so bad sometimes,” he says, grabbing the vibrator from my hands and ruining my almost orgasm.
“Stop, Vinnie! Give it to me, I was close!”
He grabs my throat and squeezes, cutting off my blood supply. He brings his nose down to mine. “No, I’m gonna give you want you fucking want.”
I bring my hand to wrap around his wrist and he smacks one of my tits, causing me to groan out.
“Come here,” he says, grabbing my arms and roughly pulling me to the edge of the bed so that my head is hanging off.
“I love you, y/n, but you make me fucking crazy. I don’t know why you have to act like a spoiled fucking brat all the time,” he drops his sweatpants and kicks them to the side. His cock is directly over my face.
He brings my arms off the side of the bed and stands over them so that I can’t move them. He puts himself up to my mouth and shoves himself in, pushing to the back of my throat as he groans.
The feeling causes me to gag, sending waves of pleasure and discomfort through my body. My nipples immediately get harder and my legs close together.
He starts thrusting as I do my best to keep my lips wrapped around him.
His hand comes up and smacks each of my tits, causing me to moan out.
“Such a needy fucking girl,” he moans. “You’re so fucking desperate, you can’t go a fucking month without my dick down your throat.”
He picks up the pace and I swear I can feel him halfway down my throat. His thrusting causes me to make gargling noises and saliva starts to drip down my face, into my hair and in my eyes.
I close my eyes and try to brace with his movements. I start feeling like I’m lacking air and can’t breathe, causing my body tense in response. He notices and pulls out of my mouth, letting me gasp for air.
“Fuck Vinnie,” I say, when I finally catch my breath. Tears start to form in my eyes.
He laughs, looking down at me. “You beg for my fucking cock and when you get it you act like you can’t handle it?”
He smacks himself across my face a few times and then grabs my arms, pulling me off the bed and on to the floor.
“Turn over,” he says, forcefully flipping my on to my stomach. “Bring your ass up, keep your head down.”
I do as he says and move to my knees. He comes down behind me and spits on my pussy, adding to my already soaked core. His tongue runs up and down my slit, from my clit to my entrance. I can feel his nose buried against my ass as he slips his tongue inside of me.
“Mmm, fuck Vinnie,” I moan out. My cheek is pressed against the cold hard wood floor and I feel pain in my knees from the way they’re pressed against the ground.
He smacks my ass while his tongue is still in me, causing me to yelp out. His mouth moves to my clit, wrapping around it and sucking perfectly. The new sensation takes my mind off the discomfort I feel in my knees.
It’s not long before I feel that orgasm come back from earlier. My stomach tightens and my toes curl. “I’m gonna cum!” I practically yell.
He stops and pulls away.
I look back at him angrily. “Why the fuck did you stop!” I can feel the tears streaming down my cheeks from my frustration.
He lets out what sounds like an evil laugh. “You pissed me, y/n,” he shrugs. “You think I’m gonna let you cum that easy?”
I shake my head and stand up. “It’s already been 10 fucking days since we’ve done anything. I told you I’ll do it myself, and you got mad,” I grab my vibrator off the bed. “It’s not my fault you can’t stick to your stupid pointless challenge.”
I start to walk away and he grabs me, pushing me on my back onto the bed.
“You were fucking teasing me and you know it. You could have gone in the bathroom right there and done what you needed to do quietly and I wouldn’t have said a word. But you laid right here, spread out on my bed, naked, with a vibrator pressed against your clit as you moaned.”
He climbs on top of me, and lines himself with my entrance. “Laying here acting like a needy little whore. Like an addict who can’t go a few fucking weeks without her fix.”
He pushes himself into me and his hand wraps around my throat again. “And I’m only a man, y/n. What else am I gonna do? With you laid out, literally begging for me with those pretty red cheeks and your body on full display.”
He starts thrusting. “Of course I’m gonna fucking break and you knew that. That’s what you wanted from me.”
His hand around my throat is causing me to get lightheaded, and I groan out. His cock slams into me mercilessly. “Fuck,” I moan with my last bit of breath, closing my eyes. Just as I feel myself starting to fade out and I start disappearing into darkness, his hand relaxes and blood rushes back to my head. I take a deep breath in and open my eyes, trying to bring myself back to reality.
“God damn it, Vinnie,” I moan, completely submitting to him.
He smiles down at me and his eyes scan my face for a moment. He leans in and kisses my forehead and then my lips.
“You’re okay, baby,” he says softly. He bends down and starts sucking my neck and biting gently. It feels amazing but I can’t let him leave a hickey, I’m going to visit my family in a few days.
“Don’t leave any marks, Vin,” I beg.
He ignores me and keeps sucking.
“Vinnie,” I say, half heartedly trying to push him back. I shouldn’t let him leave a mark but at the same time, it feels so fucking good. I start to let out small moans.
Finally after a few minutes, he pulls back and laughs, looking at what he did.
“Did you leave a hickey?” I ask, giving him a pouty face.
“Just a few,” he smiles.
“Fuck, Vinnie!”
“You wanna act like a brat you’re gonna face the consequences,” he says.
His thrusting starts to pick up again, and I feel my orgasm finally approaching for a 3rd time.
I try to keep my eyes from rolling back as I tighten around him. The pleasure is almost overwhelming.
“Are you about to cum?” He asks.
“No,” I moan. I know he’s going to be mad when he realizes I’m lying but I want to cum. I don’t want him to ruin it again.
“You better not be fucking lying,” he says, grabbing one of my tits and pinching my nipple.
“I’m not,” I moan, trying to keep myself together as it gets closer. Finally the pleasure comes to a peak, and I throw my head back, grabbing his arms and scratching him as hard as I can as payback for his teasing and hickeys.
“Fuck, y/n,” he moans. His thrusts become uneven and I feel his warm cum fill me up, only intensifying my pleasure.
I can feel the heat radiating from my flushed face after my orgasm passes. Once he’s finished, he stops thrusting and lays on top of me, breathing heavy with his chest rising and falling against mine.
“I came,” I say after a moment.
He chuckles. “Me too.”
I giggle and he kisses me gently. I wrap my arms around him, bringing him into me to enjoy the feeling of him resting inside of me.
“Isn’t this way better than torturing yourself for a month?” I say quietly.
“Honestly… I fucked up and masturbated like 4 days ago.”
I gasp and push him away. “You asshole, why would you force me to sit around going crazy?!”
He laughs. “You’re just so fucking cute when you’re mad. And I wanted to see how desperate you would get for me. I like watching you beg for me.”
I can’t help but smile even though I’m mad. “You know what Vinnie? Just for that, you’re not allowed to touch me for a whole month.”
He laughs again. “We’ll see about that,” he says, burying his face back in my neck.
Can we PLEASE get a dirty filthy step bro smut? With dom!vinnie and a very sub!reader who feels a little guilty but gives into him anyway?
Unforgivable
warnings: step brother smut with an emphasis on the step brother part featuring another request on top of this one for yandere!vinnie (if you don’t know what that means, i suggest Googling it before deciding if you’re comfortable reading). and it’s more intense than what i usually write. size kink, breeding kink, vinnie is a panty snatcher homewrecker. enjoy.
minors and blogs without an age listed in their bio please DNI.
This is wrong. You repeat it to yourself over and over again, the rational part of your mind begging you to stop but your hands defy you as they wander down his bare chest, over every curve on his abs, tracing his tattoos down to the V line disappearing under his sweatpants. Drool is nearly spilling out of your mouth from the temptation.
It’s hard to believe just a few minutes ago you were sobbing, clinging onto his shirt over your now ex-boyfriend after the asshole broke up with you over text for no reason at all. But that feels like a lifetime ago already, with the battle between your lust and guilt waging in your mind.
He lifts his hips to pull his pants down, his hard cock springing into existence for you for the first time. The sight of it nearly stops your erratic heart, and suddenly what you’re about to do becomes real. You’re about to fuck your step brother.
Before you have time to back out of the situation, his hands graze your waist to undo your bra, letting your tits fall against your chest. He flips you over so you’re on your stomach. “Let’s get these off,” he whispers, snapping the sides of your panties against your skin. His eyes stay glued to the cotton clinging to your pussy and the bite he has on his lip is so strong it could draw blood if he’s not careful as he starts to pulls them down.
Your face burns with embarrassment at the thought of it - him seeing you fully naked, you letting him put his hands wherever he pleases. “Vinnie wait-“ you shift to turn on your back but his hands stay pressed against your thighs to keep you from moving too much.
“What, baby?”
“I don’t think -“
“Don’t tell me you don’t want this,” he cuts you off. “I know you do,” one of his hand travels up to your core, pushing your panties to the side to expose you. A desperate whine leaves your throat and your legs spread further apart despite every thread of your sanity telling you to close them. “Just let it happen,” he says, sliding his fingers down to your clit. “There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“There is,” you try to insist sternly in hopes to convince him but the words come out mixed with moans. You curse yourself silently - how dare you let this happen and how dare you enjoy this?
“Why? We’re not related by blood,” he says, his voice laced with some sort of amusement but you can’t see what’s funny about this. “You want this.”
Oh, fuck it. He’s right. You do. You untense your muscles, relaxing your body into the bed and turn your face to hide it in the pillow as if that’s gonna release you of your responsibility and absolve you of this unforgivable act when it’s all said and done.
He grins. “Trust me, I won’t let you regret it,” he says, pulling your panties down your legs and shuddering in excitement at the sight underneath them. He expected you to be pretty but god, you’re perfect.
He throws them to the floor by his clothes, knowing he’ll be keeping them for his secret collection. He runs his finger down your slit again, soaking them before pushing them inside of you. Your moan fills the space around you guys, sounding like music to his ears.
He’s heard it before but never like this, never by his own hand. He almost can’t believe it.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” he coos down at you. A smile pulls his lips across his face as he watches you writhe against the sheets, your hands gripping them so tight you might tear a hole in them.
His praise sends elation coursing through your body, filling you with satisfaction and confidence. “You’re - pretty too,” you say, your words broken up by moans.
“Yeah?” He smiles. “Thank you, sweet girl.” He pulls your hips up, placing you in a doggy position and sinks further down the bed, kissing his way to your thighs until your swollen clit is just a tongue swipe away. The excitement of having him where he definitely shouldn’t be has you crying out for relief, a little too loudly.
“Shh,” he kisses your clit, your legs nearly snap shut at how stimulating that small contact was. “Gotta be quiet, okay?”
With a breathy hum, you go silent, scolding yourself. You nearly forgot where you are, who you’re with, and what you’re doing. Your parents would kill you both if they knew what you were up to in here. “Okay,” you nod, and try to calm yourself. It’s just that you’ve never been so worked up before, it’s almost impossible to stay quiet but you try your best.
Once he’s sure you’ve controlled yourself, he smiles. “Good girl. Stay just like that for me,” he says. His eyes soak up the sight of your messy cunt. He’s painfully hard now and he can feel his heart beating so hard and fast in his chest, it flutters down to his stomach to leave him with butterflies.
As he teases your clit, he remembers all those times he had his fist wrapped around his cock, jacking off over your worn thongs in his clenched hand with his ear pressed against the wall while he listened to you pleasure yourself, wishing desperately that he could be the one making you feel good.
There were times he was tempted to barge into your room and just take you for himself. He always had his suspicions you meant for him to hear you, anyway. The buzzing of your vibrator mixed with your moans in the middle of the night couldn’t possibly have gone unnoticed by him. You were oblivious to what he heard of course, but he was convinced you had to have known your hold over him, teasing him with the noises you made with only a thin wall separating you two for the last few years.
Not to mention the times he came home early, making no effort to be quiet as he passed your room and still heard your sweet moans. You wanted him to hear you, he was almost sure of it.
And now that he’s got you here, legs spread and dripping for him, he has no doubt in his mind left. His desire for you that’s turned into an unhealthy obsession is finally going to be fulfilled. He couldn’t have it any other way. You’re going to be his, permanently. He’ll be sure of it, your parents and people’s judgement of the taboo relationship be damned.
He turns on to his back with you hovering over his face and presses his tongue flat against your clit. Waves of pleasure like you’ve never felt them before wash over you, wiping your mind clean of any coherent thoughts. You simply can’t help the whines that spill from your mouth, desperate and needy for more of his touch and just like you’re speaking a language only he can understand, he pushes his mouth harder against you and delves another finger inside of you.
The pleasure is all consuming, the only thing that makes sense are your devious thoughts about how wrong this is and how that somehow makes it all the better, fueling you to drive closer and closer to your orgasm and within minutes your coming undone around him, your pussy pulsing against his fingers and mouth.
A grin spreads across his face at the realization of what he’s just accomplished, making you cum. The first time of many more to come, he’s sure.
You fall forward on to the bed and turn over to your back practically panting as moved between your legs and kisses his way up your stomach to your neck, stopping to suck again over the fresh bruise he left when this ordeal started it, before finally meeting your lips.
His kiss is unmistakably tender; a little too sweet, like it’s something he’s wanted to do for a while. It makes you wonder just how long he’s been waiting to do it and whether it’s in momentary lust or signaling his deeper intent with you.
He pulls away and your eyes wander across his face, taking special note of his jawline sharpened even more than usual with clenched teeth, and the way his full lips stay pursed like they’re ready to take yours again at any time.
You’ve never once thought of him as anything other than your step brother before this. You never allowed yourself to cross that hard boundary but with him on top of you, blinking slowly, you can’t lie to yourself about how beautiful he really is and it’s hard to keep feeling guilty about this.
It leaves you trying to rationalize it, and justify it. You’re both adults, after all, and he’s right - you aren’t actually related, it was just dumb fate and unfair circumstances that led you to him. Had you met another way, there’d be no reason to feel ashamed of this.
His hands slide under your thighs, pushing your knees toward you. His tip brushes against your cunt, knotting your stomach with excitement at the gentle teasing of it as your legs wrap around him, holding on to him like you’re afraid he’ll vanish into thin air if you don’t.
He smiles down at you, admiring the sheen of sweat coating your body, your messy hair, and the way you look so small beneath him. He could probably break you in half if he wanted.
He moves to his knees, staying between your legs and pulling you closer to him. “Look,” he says softly, tapping your thigh. “Want you to watch this.” You prop yourself on your elbows and follow his gaze to the sight between your legs as he pushes into you. Your mouth drops open as the feeling of him stretching you out makes you gasp. “Fuck, baby. Gonna remember this forever, aren’t you?”
Your head falls back into the pillow again and you nod. He chuckles and nuzzles his face into your neck, this time only licking the same bruised spot that’s so sensitive it almost hurts now.
“Of course you will, we’ll be doing this daily from now on, won’t we?” He says.
Will you? You suppose it’ll all depend on how you feel once this is over but right now that seems like it just might be the case. You hum in response.
“Tell me that,” he starts to thrust, slow and long strokes that make you tense and cry out. “Tell me we’re gonna do this every day. That you’re gonna let me sneak in here and fuck you to sleep every night from now on.”
Your eyes roll back, pleasure burning through you like a wildfire. “Every day,” you mumble.
“You promise?”
“Yes,” you nod.
“Okay, I believe you. Don’t disappoint me,” he smiles against your skin.
“I won’t,” you wrap your arms around him, tangling them in his hair to keep him right where he is, adoring his body pressed against yours and his breath across your cheek with every moan that rolls off his tongue.
“You better not,” he says. He starts moving faster, his tip brushing against the sweet spot inside of you with every little movement. He wraps one arm under your back and places his other on the headboard behind you to keep the rattling against the wall to a minimum - not because he’s worried about getting caught in the long run, in fact his plan is for you two to get found out eventually, but he’ll be damned if anyone ruins this moment right now, his first time with you. He’s waited too long for it.
Each thrust rubs his pelvis against your clit, stimulating you to the point you nearly burst into tears but you bury your face into his shoulder to muffle your moans and keep a grip on yourself, however fleeting that grip may be.
Soon enough you’re coming close to your second high, your face and ears radiating heat down to your chest in pure ecstasy. He quickly picks up on how your moans slowly go quiet as the feeling builds and how your body stays nearly frozen.
“Cum, my sweet girl. Let it all out, I know you need it,” he says breathlessly.
His words are the cherry on top, sending you tumbling over the edge once again. Your body jolts, toes curling, legs clinging to him, and fingers digging into his muscles as you ride out the single greatest orgasm you’ve ever had, moaning his name over and over again.
He chuckles in victory, finally having you cry out like this after years of imagining it. He gets the sudden, almost overwhelming urge to get rougher with you and tell you it’s not over yet but he fights it, telling himself he’s got plenty of time for that in the future. Right now, he’s gotta be careful not to overdo it.
“I’m gonna cum too,” he groans, feeling himself getting closer.
“Oh, wait!” You say, prying your eyes open. “I - I’m not on birth control.”
His movements slow a little and he sighs. “Just this once, okay? If anything happens, we’ll deal with it.”
“Vinnie-“ you whisper, begging him in your mind not to push you on the matter, because you’re weak. Your will is weak, your lust is clouding your mind and you know it but it won’t take much to convince you to let him.
“Please,” he says. “M’gonna cum, let me cum in you pretty girl. Just once,” he pleads. His words are so sweet, so full of yearning. You can’t say no him.
You squeeze your eyes closed and nod. “Fuck. Okay,” you whisper. You barely get the words out before you feel him painting you from the inside out and he takes his sweet time to do it, feeling every last bit of the way you’re wrapped around him, pulsing and warm.
You both lay there for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath before he rolls over to lay next to you, keeping his body close enough to still be touching you. With each passing moment, your clarity comes back bit by bit and you’re finally faced with the reality of what you’ve just done. Your emotions are mixed with part of you already craving more and part of you feeling utterly ashamed.
The look on your face tells him everything he needs to know about your feelings, but he doesn’t panic. He expected this and already has the aftercare he’s going to give you planned out to make sure you don’t get scared off from doing this again and again; however many times it takes to make you love him back without feeling bad about it.
He turns to you, cupping your face in his hand and laying a soft kiss to your cheek. The feeling makes you melt and you throw yourself against him for safety from your thoughts.
“Aww,” he chuckles and wraps his arms around you. “It’s all okay… felt good, didn’t it?” He smiles. He knows he’s got you right where he wants you. And tomorrow he’ll go pay your newly ex-boyfriend another visit to make sure he knows it, too.
jealous!vinnie smut. a little bit of slapping, degradation, praise. i’ll warn you now this does have some CNC themes! nothing too crazy but if that makes you uncomfortable, do not read! otherwise, enjoy :)
I can’t deny, I’ve always been the type to get a thrill out of causing some heartache from time to time, especially when it comes to men. Never without good reason, though. I’m not sure why I am this way, but I am. I don’t plan on changing, either, because the feeling is too good when I know I’ve got a guy right where I want him. Perfectly wrapped around my finger, like a puppet. And I’ve never had trouble getting guys into that situation - at least, until I met Vinnie.
Vinnie acts like he could care less about me or what I’m doing half the time. It’s why our relationship didn’t work out, I simply can’t be with someone who doesn’t worship the ground I walk on. It’s conceited, I know, but it’s true and I’m willing to admit it.
I’m also willing to admit that nearly everything I’m doing lately is meant to draw out the worst in that man. I’m hellbent, on a mission to make him react to me; get angry with me, get jealous over me. Anything to prove he feels something for me because I’ll damned if he doesn’t.
After our breakup, it started with me wearing extra short shorts and crop tops around the house, especially around his friends. It seemed as though it was working the first few times I did it, but his friends haven’t been over much lately so I moved to posting things on instagram; bikini pics and other pictures that leave little to the imagination but then, to my surprise, my account got suspended and I’m too afraid to push the matter on another platform.
So, I had to find another way to provoke him and I finally turned to Tinder. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t catch me dead on that app. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but I’ve never been the type to go looking for someone. But these are special circumstances.
It didn’t take long for me to match with a guy, Oliver. He’s cute enough and nice. The athletic, rescues animals, picks up trash on the beach kind of guy. Hell, if I wasn’t so stuck up Vinnie’s ass, I might have actually really clicked with the guy.
Anyway, I got straight to work setting up a date and today was finally the day we went out. It was a fine experience, we even had a little bit of a makeout session, but I was eager to get back home the whole time so I’m relieved to finally be walking back into the house now.
I peek my head inside, looking around for any sign of life - it’s pretty late, almost 3:30am, so I’m not surprised when I don’t see anyone and the house is mostly dark. I switch my phone light on and start to make my way upstairs.
As I walk toward my own room I take special note of Vinnie’s room. The lights must be off, they’re not shining from under the door. This really pisses me off. The whole damn reason I went on this stupid date was to make him mad and the asshole is already asleep.
I sigh loudly and slam my bedroom door behind me, flipping on the light. I unzip my dress, sliding it down and undo my bra, feeling the relief of getting the tight fabric off of my body. I know it’s late, but soaking in a hot bath sounds good right now. I pick my clothes off the ground and turn around to toss them in the hamper when I see a figure laying across my bed making my heart stop for a moment.
“Jesus, Vinnie! You scared the hell out of me,” I scold him.
I bring my hands up to my chest to cover myself and look him over, gauging the expression on his face. He looks calm and he’s fully clothed minus his shirt, laying with his back against the headboard as he sits on top of the covers. An odd sight to see.
“What the hell are you doing in here? And why are you just laying in the dark?” I ask.
“You went on a date tonight?” He asks.
I try my hardest to bite back my smile, but I can’t. “Sure did. Had a lot of fun, too.”
“Did you fuck him?”
A surge of adrenaline rushes through me at his question - I’m not sure if it’s excitement or anger at his prying. Or maybe I’m just a little surprised he’d ask that so outright.
“That’s none of your concern, Vin.”
He sighs, then a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “Answer my question, Y/n. Did you fuck him?”
“I’m not telling you,” I shake my head.
He stands. His posture is stiff and tall, almost intimidating and I feel myself recoil a little as he approaches me. My eyes meet the floor and within seconds, he’s towering over me.
His hands are balled into fists at his sides as he leans down to speak quietly in my ear. “I asked you a fucking question and I’d like you to answer it. If you don’t, I promise you I’ll find out one way or the other so you may as well come clean,” he pauses for a moment. “Did you fuck him?”
My breath catches in my throat. I can feel the heat radiating from his body - I never expected a reaction like this from him, I’m not sure if I love it or hate it.
With a pout on my face, I look up at him. “How? You don’t have any way of finding out,” I say.
A wide smile spreads across his face and his hand wraps itself around the back of my neck as he pushes me toward the bed. “Oh, I have ways baby,” he says.
He bends me over the bed, my cheek pressed firmly against the mattress as his free hand works its way into my thong. The feeling of him touching me for the first time in weeks instantly breaks me and I melt into the bed, burying my face into the fabric to muffle my moan.
“You’re soaking wet,” he says, then slides his finger inside of me. “You’re still so tight, though. You never felt so small when I was done with you so he’s either got a small dick or you didn’t fuck him,” he chuckles.
“Stop Vinnie,” I say softly, still in outer space from his hands on me. I start to reach around to push his hand away but a sharp smack to my ass catches me off guard and makes me stay still.
“You gonna make me hunt his sorry ass down and ask him?” He says.
That’s enough to make me come back to reality. “What?”
“You heard me,” he reaches forward, wrapping his hand around my throat and pulling me against him, my back against his chest. “Answer my god damn question, Y/n, I won’t ask you again. Did you fuck him?” His voice gets harsher at the end of the sentence.
“No!” I push against him.
“No, what?” He pushes back, harder.
“No, I didn’t fuck him you asshole.”
He chuckles. “Thank god, baby. I don’t know what I would have done if you had… it wouldn’t have been good.”
His words instantly trigger something in me, nanking me angry. Frustrated. Annoyed, even. As much as I’m thrilled I’ve obviously gotten to him, I can’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he won something here.
I push back against him again, this time he lets me move. “I should’ve, though,” I say, walking to the head of my bed and climbing in, getting comfortable under the covers.
“Should’ve what?” He says. He looks confused.
“I should’ve fucked him. He was a good kisser,” I smile wide. “He had soft lips and was the perfect combination of rough and gentle as he grabbed me and pulled me toward him, sliding his tongue in with mine. God, it took my breath away.”
His eyes narrow and his demeanor turns from spiteful to cold.
“He was cute, too, did you see him? Green eyes… you know I’m a sucker for green eyes. Perfect eyebrows. Good guy, too. Volunteers places, helps out the community. Spoiled me all night. I bet he’s a gentle lover, the type to really take his time with his girl. I definitely plan on seeing him again,” I giggle. “I can’t wait.”
“Shut up,” he says sternly but quietly.
“What? You jealous? Don’t like the idea of his hands on my body, his mouth on me. Licking me and sucking my clit, my tits, my neck… Cock deep inside me, sending me to magical highs while I moan his name, grinding against him, lost in the feeling like it’s just me and him in the whole world -“
“Shut the fuck up,” he storms over to me. I seal my lips, not daring to speak another word as I try to figure out just how far he’d go with his anger. I trust him not to hurt me or anything awful like that, but I’ve never seen this side of him before.
He reaches down, yanking the covers off of me and pulling me to the side of the bed.
“Vinnie, stop!” I say.
He doesn’t listen as he rips my thongs off my body. I might be protesting on the outside but if I’m honest, I’m secretly loving this. This is exactly what I wanted - for him to take control, show me some intense emotions, and show me how crazy I drive him.
One of his hands takes hold of my wrists, holding them together as his free one slides his pants down along with his boxers. I try to get out his grip, ready to continue my objections but the look on his face catches my attention.
I can’t tell if it’s lust or anger or heartbreak in his eyes, but the look he’s giving me knocks the wind out of me and I can’t do anything except lay here for him.
His cock is getting harder by the second as he takes it into his free hand, running it along my soaked slit. “Tell me if you don’t want this,” his grip on my wrists gets a little tighter. “You better tell me now.”
I bite my lip, staying silent. I can’t lie to him and tell him I don’t.
“Okay,” he says, sliding himself inside of me.
It’s been weeks since I’ve had anything more than my skinny little vibrator in me so his cock sends a shockwave through me and evokes a loud groan from my throat.
“Shhh,” he hushes me harshly. “You’re gonna wake the house up.”
“Vinnie,” I whine. Waking the house up is the last thing I care about right now. He finally releases my wrists, grabbing my thighs to pull me closer to the edge of the bed. He pushes my legs back until my knees are nearly against my stomach.
“You really wanted to fuck him?” He asks me, pressing his lips against my neck.
I stay silent, focused less on his words and more on the pressure building rapidly between my legs.
He pulls away and lays a sharp slap to my cheek. “Huh? You really wanted to fuck him?” He repeats a little louder.
“Yeah,” I say. I don’t know why I said that, I’m in enough trouble as it is.
“You think he could fuck you like me?” His voice gets louder. He looks down and watches as he slides in and out of me. “Look at you, you pathetic girl. Literally a dripping mess for me, giving yourself to me even when you’re trying to convince me you don’t want me. You might be able to lie but that pretty little pussy is always gonna tell me the truth. Wet, clenching, and swollen around my cock.”
Oh my god.
I can’t keep up this act anymore, and I melt again, closing my eyes and letting him take complete control over me. Only cries mixed with little moans leave my throat as I relinquish myself to the pleasure.
“I hate to break it to you, baby, but you’re never gonna get rid of me,” he picks up his pace, I swear he’s about to break me in half. “You’re mine,” his hand grips my chin. “You got it?”
I nod yes.
“Open your eyes,” he demands. “Look at me and tell me you’re mine.” I look up at him, his eyes look like they’re glistening.
“I - I,” I try to speak but the waves of ecstasy washing over me are scrambling my brain and I can barely understand him, let alone form a coherent sentence of my own.
“You’re such a brat and you drive me fucking insane, you know that?” He says. “But you’re mine. My girl. No one else’s,” his thumb meets my clit and rubs it just enough to make me weep.
“You’ll never, ever belong to anyone else. I worked too hard to get you, and I tried so hard to keep you,” he admits, his tone turning softer. “I’ve done my best to control myself when it comes to you, didn’t wanna scare you off. But I heard you talking to Mia, saying you wanted me to… what? Act crazier for you? I’ll show you fucking crazy if you want it baby.”
“Fuck,” I whine. His words are exactly what I needed to hear to push me over the edge. My orgasm consumes me almost instantly, making my eyes roll back. Pure fucking bliss. I’m his.
“Good girl,” he chuckles through his own heavy breathing. “Cumming for me like my good little girl.”
Another groan escapes my throat and I open my eyes to look at him as I realize he doesn’t plan on stopping yet. “Vinnie… sensitive,” I mumble.
“Yeah, what about it? I should make you cum so many times you cry,” he says. His voice is full of spite.
“Please let me just…” my sentence trails as I moan.
“Be quiet.”
I nod, keeping my mouth closed.
He laughs with a hint of sarcasm. “Like it or not, I’ll be fucking you until the sun comes up. Gonna ruin you for anyone else, make you remember who you belong to and remind you why you’ll never belong to anyone else.”
