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[venicebixch]

No Nut November

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.

[venicebixch]

Do It For Me part 4

sorta smutty with some jealousy. enjoy!

I make my way back into the party and find Connor still at the pong table with some other people. I don’t want to approach him directly again, so I go stand in the doorway across from where he’s at and wait to see if he invites me over.

Once he notices me, he smiles. “Y/n, wanna play an actual game with us?”

“Yeah, I’m down,” I smile back.

We start playing the round and I notice Vinnie finally make his way back inside.

Was he outside the whole time?

I feel a sudden twinge of guilt.

Is he still upset? Maybe what I said was a little harsh. Does he actually like me? Or is he just mad he got turned down again?

I keep my eyes on him as he makes his way into the kitchen. He still looks a little upset.

I should go talk to him.

We finally finish the game maybe 15 minutes later.

“Hey, I’m gonna go meet up with one of my friends,” I tell Connor.

“Oh okay, that’s fine,” he looks a little disappointed.

“Thanks for the fun,” I smile at him, touching his back before walking away.

I make my way into the kitchen and through the great room looking for Vinnie, who’s no where to be found. I stand in the doorway of the hallway, leaning against the wall. Surely he’ll make his way back through here eventually.

After a few minutes of waiting, and still no sign of him I start to worry a little bit.

I hope I didn’t upset him too much. Maybe he’s in his room?

I walk over to Nai, who’s sitting on the couch talking to people.

She looks up at me and smiles. “Hey girly, where you been?”

“Oh I’ve just been making friends,” I smile back. “Hey, have you seen Vinnie?”

“Um.. last I saw him, he was in the kitchen. He looked upset, do you know what happened?”

Okay so he was definitely upset and I’m not just tripping. “No, I have no idea,” I say. “Maybe he’s in his room? Do you know where it is? I’ll go check on him.”

“Yeah, it’s up the stairs. Loop around the hallway there and it’s at the end, very last door straight ahead,” she says pointing toward the stairs. “Let me know if you find him, I want to know he’s okay.”

“I will, thank you.”

I head up the stairs, pushing my way through people, and walk down the hallway I think she was talking about.

Very last door straight ahead.

As I get closer to the door, I see it’s slightly open. And then I start to hear a girl moaning.

You’re fucking kidding me.

I peek through the crack, and sure enough I see Vinnie and some blonde bimbo bitch bent over his bed as he blows her back out.

His hand is wrapped in her hair and her pants are wrapped around her ankles. He still has his shirt on.

“Oh fuck,” she moans. The sound of their bodies clapping against each other echo through the room.

“You’re so fucking good, baby,” he pulls her hair back and kisses her before pushing her head back into the bed, picking up his pace. Her moans get louder and she’s got a smile spread across her face.

My eyes narrow and a rush of pure fucking anger courses through my body making my hair stand on end. My heart starts racing and my cheeks get red. I feel a burning feeling in my stomach and tears start to well up in my eyes.

I know I have absolutely no right to be but I feel an overwhelming sense of jealousy. I’ve dealt with my share of it but this was on a whole new level, something I’ve never felt before.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to try and calm myself before I walk away.

Fucking asshole.

I mean I know I was flirting with Connor but I didn’t fuck the guy. But hell, after seeing that, I might fuck him just to spite Vinnie. But it would have to be a situation where he would know for sure it happened.

I storm my way back down the stairs and past the couch where Nai is sitting to look for Connor.

“Y/n!” Nai yells out for me.

I stop and look at her. She looks concerned and I realize I have actual tears streaming down my face.

“What the hell happened?” She says, standing up and pulling me to the side.

I shake my head and wipe my face. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Are you sure? Is it something with Vinnie?”

“Oh god no,” I say. Hell no I can’t tell her what’s actually wrong with me.

“You can talk to me,” she reaches out and rubs my arm.

“I know, thank you. I’m okay, it’s just something personal. Family issues,” I say.

“I understand.”

“I’m gonna go get some water,” I say and start heading for the kitchen. “I’ll meet back up with you in a minute.”

She shakes her head in acknowledgment.

I walk to the fridge and grab a water, chugging it. I didn’t realize how thirsty I actually was until now.

I stand there, taking a few deep breaths.

Maybe I’m overreacting. I shouldn’t let him get to me.

I start to calm down a little bit and my mind clears.

I decide to abandon my plan to hook up with Connor and walk back over to sit with Nai on the couch and we start talking.

A few minutes later, Vinnie and the girl walk down the stairs together. His hand is wrapped around her waist. My heart sinks again and I try my hardest to refuse to look at him but I can’t help but glance over there.

We catch each other’s gaze for a moment and a cocky smile spreads across his face before he looks away again and walks through the kitchen with the girl.

Dickhead.

[venicebixch]

Devil in Miami part 2

smut (squirting, spitting), gun violence (kinda), and angst. enjoy :)

He pays the tab, then grabs my hand as we make our way to the center of the crowd.

We turn to face each other. His hand wraps around my waist, and I partially straddle his thigh as we start to move our bodies against each other.

After a while he leans his forehead on mine. I take the opportunity to move my hand to his face and pull him in for a kiss.

His hand tightens around my waist a little more and when I pull away from him, he smiles.

“You wanna get out of here?” He asks.

I nod. “I definitely so. Let me go tell my friend I’m leaving. Are we going to your house?”

“Yes ma’am,” he says.

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” I say, and make my way out of the crowd and around the club. I finally see Madison in the back corner, straddling a guy’s lap. I notice the chain he has on. Worth a few thousand if it’s real but nothing in comparison to what I’m about to score.

I walk over and lean up to her ear. “Hey, come here.”

She looks back at me and smiles, getting off the guy’s lap.

“This your friend?” The guy asks.

Madison giggles. “Yeah, but she’s got a boyfriend.”

I smile politely as the guy looks me up and down, and pull Madison back to where no one can hear us.

“I’m going to leave with that guy, his name is Vinnie. I’ll drop my location when I’m there,” I say, then lean in to whisper in her ear. “I’m almost certain his watch is an authentic Rollie. I’ll get a better look when I’m alone with him. But if it is, it could be the jackpot, so don’t worry about doing much tonight. I’ll need you nearby just in case.”

She nods. “Okay, I’ll head out and make my way over there when you get there. Are you getting the gun?”

“Yeah, and I have the spare car key with me.”

“Okay. Be careful.”

I walk back over to where Vinnie is and smile. “Alright, I’m ready.”

He puts his hand on my waist and we walk out of the main entrance.

“I’m gonna stop and grab my phone from the car, if that’s okay,” I say.

He nods. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Wait here,” I say a few feet away from Madison’s car.

I unlock it and bend over quickly reaching under the seat and slipping the gun into my purse then grab my phone from the console. I always leave it here as an excuse to stop back at the car since we can’t bring the gun in the club.

“Alright I’m ready,” I smile and hold up my phone.

We start walking up the street to where he’s parked. He pulls his keys out as we approach a line of cars and I see the lights flash on a brand new G-Wagon.

Okay, so he’s got actual money. That’s got to be a real watch.

—

He pulls into a condo building right off the beach.

“Nice place,” I say smiling.

He laughs, getting out of the car. “Wait until you see the inside.”

We walk toward the elevator and he presses the button to take us to the top floor. When he opens the condo door, my mouth almost drops.

Holy shit.

The place is wide open and has floor to ceiling windows and a balcony that looks directly out to the ocean. It has a super modern look, but still feels comfortable.

“You were right,” I smirk at him. I try my best to hide how impressed I actually am. This place probably costs at least $1.5 million. Maybe $2 million.

He laughs a little. “Do you want some water or something?” He asks, making his way into the kitchen.

I follow behind slowly. “Uh, yeah that would be nice. Thank you.” The more I glance around the more impressed I am.

I feel a twinge of jealousy creep in.

As well as I usually do for myself, it’s not this well and probably never will be. Because even cashing out on the things I take, I can’t hardly spend the money without raising suspicion from the IRS. I can’t be technically unemployed while buying new cars or leasing nice apartments despite how desperately I need both of those things. That’s the biggest downside to this work.

I look at him as his back is toward me. I suddenly feel a lot less guilty for what I’m about to do. He’s probably got insurance on the stupid thing. He’s clearly not going to hurt over it financially.

I still know it’s wrong for me to do this on some level but at the same time, that’s life. That’s the way the world works. Through no fault of my own I grew up with two drug addict parents, rationing food stamps and guys like this - who almost always come from generational wealth and a privileged family - get to walk around flaunting watches just for show that are worth twice as much as the house I live in. It’s not fair but it is the reality of things.

And that’s why I do what I do. It may not be particularly moral or ethical but neither is the system.

I quickly pull my phone out and share my location with Madison as he turns back around. “Make yourself comfortable,” he says, walking toward the living room.

I take my heels off then walk to sit on the couch, putting my purse down beside me. He hands me the water, sitting down with his leg touching mine.

I take a few big gulps, not realizing how thirsty I actually am until I had this in my hands. I set the glass down on a coaster on the table in front of us and look over at him.

He’s smiling at me, with his hand draped on the couch behind me. I lean back into him and cross my leg over his.

He rests his cheek against the top of my head and I slowly move my hand down to his belt buckle, playing with it a little bit. His hand comes around to my face and he tilts my chin up to look at him, kissing me.

A soft moan escapes my lips and I climb over top of him, straddling him. I start to kiss my way down his neck, sucking gently and wrapping my hands in his hair. I feel his hard on through his pants start to press into my core.

Typically this is the point where I’d figure out a way to get them to take my magic little pill so l almost never actually sleep with these guys. I don’t have to. Once they’re knocked out, it’s completely free game.

But Vinnie is handsome and well put together, and it’s been a few months since I’ve had any release. I’m gonna let myself have a little fun tonight.

“Wanna go into a the bedroom?” He asks softly.

“Mhmm,” I nod, with my forehead against his.

We both stand and I grab my purse. He leads me down the hallway into his room, shutting the door behind us.

His hand comes up and gently grabs my throat, lightly squeezing it. Just enough to give me a little rush. He kisses me, this time a little harder.

“Take your dress off,” he says in a low voice.

I obey and unzip it, letting it fall off of my body. Now standing in front of him almost naked, his eyes scan my body. I can see his cheeks visibly flush. His pants grow a little tighter. I smile up at him, biting my lip. My core starts to throb a little more at the thought of turning him on.

He grabs me, pulling me into him and pushes me back on to the bed, getting on top of me and kissing down my neck. He sucks on my sweet spot and small moans roll out of me as I throw my head back into the pillows.

He reaches around to unclasp my bra, throwing it off the bed and I slide my underwear off, spreading my legs to invite him into me.

He slips his shirt off, exposing more tattoos. My breath hitches in my throat as I look him over.

Damn he’s got a nice body.

He pulls his pants down and comes back up to me. “I wanna taste you, pretty girl,” he says softly as he leans down to my core.

“Taste me, baby. I’m all yours,” I smile down at him, spreading my legs further apart.

He kisses around my lower stomach, sending an intense tickling sensation through my sides and back. His mouth reaches my thighs, leaving little hickeys on both.

His tongue comes up and slowly teases my wet slit, gently running over my clit in tight little circles. His middle finger comes up and teases my entrance, before sliding into me.

“Mmm, fuck baby,” I moan, propping myself on my elbows to look down at him. His other hand comes up and grips my hip. His nails dig into me.

His mouth finally wraps around my clit as he sucks and licks me just right, his spit wetting me even more. He slips another finger into me and I grab his hair, tugging gently.

“Look at me, baby. Let me see those pretty brown eyes,” I say softly.

He smiles and his eyes make their way to mine, and his hand moves from my thigh to my tits, pinching my nipple.

I start to grind myself against his mouth and fingers, feeling that familiar tightening sensation run through my core.

He starts to moan against me, sending vibrations through me and pushing me over the edge.

My legs start to shake and I let out a loud moan. “I’m cumming!”

He laughs a little out of pleasure and helps me ride out my orgasm.

Once I’m done, he comes up face to face with me and grips my chin tightly between his fingers. “Open,” he demands.

I obey, and he hovers right over me, letting spit drip from his mouth to mine.

“Swallow,” he says in a low voice. I swallow then open my mouth for him to see.

“Good fucking girl,” he smiles and gently smacks my face.

He sits back and takes his boxers off, exposing his cock. A wide grin spreads across my face. The size of him is almost intimidating, but I like a challenge.

He comes and runs himself up and down my slit before lining himself up with my entrance, pushing his way into me until he bottoms out.

“God, fuck,” I lean my head back and grip his forearm to bear down with the sensation. It’s not exactly pain but it’s a bit uncomfortable.

He lets out what sounds like an evil little laugh. “You okay, baby?”

“Mhmm,” I nod.

He starts thrusting in and out of me slowly at first, then more quickly. My tits bounce against his body as he bends down and buries his face in my neck.

“So tight around my cock, baby,” he moans. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

I giggle a little bit and feel my cheeks blush as I brush his hair out of his face and bring him in for another kiss.

He gets into position above me to really picks up his pace, slamming himself into me over and over again.

I feel pressure build and know what’s about to happen. “I’m gonna squirt,” I moan out with my head lifted off my pillow to look down at him disappearing inside of me.

“Yeah? Let it out, pretty girl. Soak the fucking bed,” he says, tightly squeezing one of my tits.

I feel the pressure release a bit and the wetness drips down my thighs, pooling beneath us. His cock slides in and out easier now.

“That’s it baby. You’re so fucking good,” he moans, reaching his hand up to my throat, cutting off my blood supply. I grip his wrist and brace with his movement as another orgasm comes on for me.

The feeling builds, and as soon as he releases my neck, a wave of pleasure hits me like a train, sending me over the edge yet again.

I wrap my legs around him and pull him tight against me. “Fuck, Vinnie!”

His thrusting becomes uneven and his moans get loud as he bottoms out, releasing himself.

“Mmm,” I rest my head back against my pillow, savoring the feeling of him resting inside of me.

His chest rises and falls against mine as he attempts to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he exhales in my ear.

He slowly pulls out of me and rolls over, looking at the ceiling. We both let out a little laugh.

Fuck, I needed this.

I put my hand to my forehead and brush my hair back from my face. After a moment he turns toward me. “You wanna go home tonight or stay?”

Usually I’d dip out but I need the opportunity to get what I want.

“Um, I’ll stay if that’s okay?” I say sweetly, smiling at him.

“That’s fine,” he brushes my hair back over my ears. “I’m gonna take a shower real fast, okay? I’ll be quick. Make yourself comfortable.”

I nod, getting under the covers. He kisses my forehead then gets up. He walks to the bathroom and starts the water, then comes to his dresser to get clean clothes. He walks back to the bathroom and shuts the door… never taking the watch off.

Fuck.

I’m either gonna have to give him the pill or take it up a notch and pull the gun on him, but the gun is an absolute last resort. Either way, I’m not leaving until I get that fucking watch.

As I’m laying here thinking about what I might have to do, I pull my phone out to text Madison.

Y/n

Are you outside waiting

Madison

Yeah, a few blocks over on 42nd st

Y/n

Okay, I may be a little longer. Fucker took the watch into the bathroom to shower.

Madison

What an asshole

I start giggling at her response and suddenly, Vinnie opens the bathroom door again and walks out of the room for a minute then returns.

I peep his wrist when he comes back and he doesn’t have the watch on anymore.

Y/n

Never mind he just took it into another room! I’m gonna go find it

Madison

Be careful, get your gun

Y/n

Okay

As soon as I hear the shower door close, I hop out of the bed and slip my dress back on, grabbing my bra and underwear, shoving them in my bag. I pick my purse up, and walk down the hallway.

I see an office room and peek my head in there. I quickly look through the desk, not finding anything.

I walk over and comb through some of the drawers in the table across the room. Nothing.

I pause for a moment to make sure I still hear water running. My heart rate is starting to pick up. I want to find it and get out before he even leaves the shower.

I stand up straight and sigh. “Fuck,” I say under my breath.

I walk out of the room and open a closet door at the very end of the hall. I gasp quietly when I see a safe on the floor.

“Fuuuuuck,” I murmur, dropping to my knees. It needs a pin.

“Fuckin asshole. What, you don’t trust me?” I laugh quietly.

I start typing in numbers, shaking my head in frustration.

1234

Red light

5555

Red light

4321

Red light

I close my eyes and try to think of anything that may give me a clue.

Did he mention is birthday? No. Ugh! Oh, what about the address here?

I pull my phone out and look at my location.

4775

Green light

I gasp and quietly clap my hands, smiling. “I can’t believe that worked. Idiot,” I whisper. “Please, please, please be in here.”

I slowly open it and sure enough, there it is.

Fuck yes!

I pull it out. It’s heavy. I know it has to be real. I turn it over and shine my phone light under the bezel to check for a serial number and it has one.

This is the real deal.

I quietly close the safe and stand up. I back away to close the closet door and feel a body suddenly pressed up against me.

“Jesus!” I practically yell. I turn quickly and see Vinnie standing there. “You scared me, Vinnie.”

My eyes flicker down and I realize he has a gun. And my bag is laying on the desk in his office. I’m defenseless.

Oh fuck.

“What’re you doing, doll?” He runs his thumb over my lips, and takes the watch from my hands.

I swallow and my heart starts pounding in my chest.

He puts the gun under my chin. “Hmm?”

[venicebixch]

Do It For Me part 7

smut and fluff. enjoy!

“Alright, that’s the last bit of painting,” Vinnie says. “Thank you again for helping me.”

“Of course, Vin. I’m happy to help,” I smile at him.

We clean up and put the supplies away.

“Do you want to shower first?” He asks.

“No, you can.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll be quick.”

I nod my head, smiling.

He goes into the bathroom and I sit on the ladder in the corner to avoid sitting on the furniture with paint all over me.

As I’m waiting, I open tiktok and see Vinnie had posted another thirst trap sometime last night after the party that I must have missed.

In the video, his hair is wet and he’s shirtless with a white towel wrapped around his waist. Necklaces dangle from his neck and he’s lip syncing to a song.

I immediately feel my core start to throb and I exhale a deep sigh, closing my legs tight together to feel the pressure.

I watch the video on repeat for a while. My breathing becomes quick and shallow and my face gets flushed.

God, he’s fucking beautiful. And he’s naked 10 feet from me.

He’d probably fuck my brains out if I just ask.

I look over at the bathroom door and bite my lip, thinking for a moment. My leg starts to shake anxiously and I stand up, pacing back and forth. I never make the first move, it’s too nerve wracking. But god, I want him.

Just do it.

With my heart pounding, I walk over and knock on the door loudly enough so that he can hear me over the water.

“Yeah?” He asks.

I slowly open the door and walk in. The heat hits my face and the steam is fogging up the mirror. I can smell the soap he’s using fill the air.

I see him plain as day through the glass shower door. His eyes are closed as he rinses them shampoo from his hair and his cock is semi-hard already. I quickly take my shirt and bra off so I’m standing naked.

He finally opens his eyes and looks over at me. His mouth drops open slightly and his eyes scan my body. I see his cock grow harder and a smile creeps across my face at the thought of me turning him on.

Neither of us say a word as I open the shower door and climb in. We stand for a moment, looking at each other.

He reaches his hand up to my chin and brings his lips close to mine, pausing for a moment before finally laying a soft kiss on my mouth.

A rush of excitement runs through me at this first ever contact of our lips and I moan softly into his mouth.

His hand comes around my waist, pulling me completely into him. His hard cock presses against my stomach. I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Y/n…” he says softly, his breathing deep and heavy.

Our foreheads rest against each other. “I want you Vinnie.”

He nods and kisses me again, moving his hand down my sides and around to my ass, squeezing it lightly.

I bring my hand to his cock and start stroking it slowly, earning some quiet moans from him.

He pushes me backward a few steps so that he’s not directly under the water and I drop to my knees.

He looks down at me with red cheeks and an almost desperate look on his face.

I keep his eye contact as I lower my mouth on to his cock, pushing it to the back of my throat. His hand comes down and wraps my hair into a ponytail shape and he holds me in this deep throat position for a few seconds before my gag reflex causes me to pull back and he moans a little louder.

Drool drips down my chin and I gather it, using it to lube his cock. I start jacking him off, taking his balls into my mouth, sucking each one.

He throws his head back and looks up at the ceiling, groaning. I put my mouth back on him and suck, pushing him to the back of my throat every so often. Moans roll out of my throat and vibrate his cock as he thrusts his hips to meet my bobbing head.

I pull back to take a breather and he kneels down to my level so we’re eye to eye. He grabs my throat lightly and kisses me again.

“Stand up,” he says.

I nod and stand. He turns me around to face the wall and pushes me head forward. I put one foot up on the ledge on the shower wall beside me, giving him full access to do as he pleases.

His smacks my ass hard. The wetness from the water makes the impact even more intense and I whine out in pleasure.

His hand comes around to grip the front part of my standing thigh and his other comes up to spread my ass apart, giving him perfect access to my core.

He leans in and his tongue swipes up and down my wet slit, gently licking my clit to tease me before he starts suck it just right.

“Mmmm fuck Vinnie. Just like that, baby,” I moan with my cheek pressed against the cold shower wall.

He slips his middle finger inside me and starts pumping, his other hand moving from my thigh to rub my clit at the same time. His mouth comes back to me and his tongue teases my entrance before being buried inside me, his hand still rubbing my clit.

I move my hips, grinding against his face. I feel my body start to pulse and my eyes roll back.

I moan, “I’m cumming!”

He helps me ride out my high and then stands up behind me, lining his cock up with my entrance before pushing himself deep inside me.

It’s been a few months since I’ve been with anyone so his size is uncomfortable at first but I adjust quickly.

He starts thrusting slowly, bringing his hands around to the front of my body, running his hands up to my tits, squeezing my nipples.

I lean back and lay my head against his shoulder. His breath against my ear sends chills down my spine. He kisses and sucks my neck, leaving at least 1 hickey.

I feel another orgasm coming on, and grab his hand, lacing our fingers together.

He feels my pussy tighten around him. “Cum again for me, pretty baby. Cum on this cock, it’s just for you,” he moans. His hands come up to my throat, squeezing lightly.

“Oh, fuck!” I release on him again, feeling myself get wetter with each of his thrusts. “Cum in me, Vinnie! I wanna fucking feel you fill me up.”

He groans and bottoms out inside of me. I feel his warm cum fill me. The feeling sends me into a state of pure fucking bliss.

I hold on to his arms for dear fucking life to keep from collapsing, feeling my legs shake beneath me.

He slowly pulls out of me, moaning softly from being sensitive. I feel his cum drip down my thigh, and I squeeze my legs together to savor the feeling of it inside me.

I turn around, and he kisses me again. I feel lightheaded and slowly drop down to my knees. He follows, wrapping his arms around me. We sit for a moment catching our breath before we both start laughing.

“I gotta be honest, I was not expecting that,” he says, kissing my forehead.

I smile up at him and bring my hands to my face. “It’s not the first time I’ve thought about it.”

He looks at me, smiling. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm,” I nod, kissing the palm of his hand.

He smirks at me. “Me either.”

[venicebixch]

Tickle part 1

smut! tickling kink, praising kink, overstimulation, a little bit of nipple play. i hope i did a good enough job at capturing what y/n feels, it’s hard to describe the sensation lol. enjoy!

My eyes focus on him as he slides his shirt and pants off, leaving only his boxers on. Though the room is dimly lit, I can clearly see his hard on through his underwear as a show of his anticipation of what’s about to happen.

I look up look at my wrists and see that they’re already turning red beneath the straps. I shift and move myself further up on the bed to relieve some of the pressure but this causes my ankles to become too strained.

“Vin,” I say softly.

His eyes eagerly flicker to mine. “Yes, baby?”

“Can you losen the straps around my legs and give me a little more room?”

He nods and adjusts them. “Better?”

“Mhmm,” I smile.

He looks at me, biting his bottom lip. “You ready?”

I exhale. “Yeah.”

He positions himself between my legs and I look up at him, admiring the way his cheeks are flushed and noticing how his pretty eyes scan my body as if it’s his first time seeing me naked - as if he’s entranced by me. His gaze makes me feel vulnerable but not in a bad way.

His hands gently squeeze each of my tits before running down the center of my stomach, his fingertips barely touching me. The feeling sends a shiver down through my core.

One of his hands continues on to my pussy and the other lingers on my waist on my most sensitive spot, gripping me just tight enough to cause me to tense up.

His thumb runs gentle circles over my clit before he slides his middle finger into me, moving it in that curling motion right against my g-spot that he knows drives me crazy.

I lay my head back and close my eyes, moaning softly. He leans over me, continuing his work with his fingers, and brings his face to my neck. His hot breath hits me right above my collar bone, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

He lingers there, building my anticipation before finally planting a gentle, open mouthed kiss on my sweet spot. My whole body pulses in response and I feel the urge to wrap my legs around him but get stopped by the straps around my ankles, causing me to whimper in mild frustration.

He chuckles quietly, making his breath hit me even harder and sending even bigger waves of pleasure through me.

My eyes flutter as he kisses his way back from my neck to my lips. He pulls back and his sweet brown eyes burn into mine as a devious smile spreads across his face.

He pulls his fingers out of me. “You’re gonna love this, baby,” he says softly. Even his soft voice gives me the tingling sensation I’m yearning for.

I nod, smiling.

I admit, I wasn’t sure what to think when he proposed the idea to me. I’d never heard of such a thing before but it peaked my interest - a tickling kink. I’ve always been pretty ticklish but the sensation isn’t something I’ve felt in years and I never equated it to sex.

As Vinnie describes it, though, it has the ability to be extremely erotic. A way to draw attention to some of the most sensitive parts of the body that go largely unnoticed during sex.

The waist, the back, the outer thighs, the lower stomach, the underarms, the outer hips, the feet, the scalp. Stimulation of these areas, especially in the way of tickling, can bring a pleasurable mix of discomfort and excitement. Combine these sensations with the loss of autonomy that comes with being strapped down and you’ve got the perfect storm for a seriously good time.

His eyes gaze over my body, stopping at my waist. His hands are now gripping each side of me.

My heart rate and breathing pick up and my core starts throbbing even more knowing what’s about to happen. It’s as if I can already feel the sensation. I bite my bottom lip as I watch his hands move into position, focusing especially on his tattooed one.

With open palms, his fingertips gently graze from my armpits to my hips making every inch of me tense under his touch.

He smiles as his eyes meet mine again. “You’re such a pretty girl, y/n. My little angel.”

I blush at his words and just as I open my mouth so respond, he fingers start skittering across my sides, catching me off guard and causing me to start laughing and wiggling beneath him.

A few moments later, his pace and pressure increases and I shut my eyes tightly.

“Fuck!” I barely manage to breath out. I can feel my cheeks flushing and my face getting redder by the second. The restraints pull against my wrists, and my entire body feels like it’s on fire.

“Plea… I - ohhh!”

I can’t stop laughing long enough to finish my sentence.

After what felt like an eternity, he pauses. My whole body relaxes, giving me a moment to catch my breath. The relief of him stopping is almost the best part of it all. I notice my core is throbbing more than ever and small moans are rolling from my throat effortlessly.

I finally open my eyes, looking at him. He’s got a huge grin spread across his face, flashing his pretty teeth at me. I can feel the heat radiating off my face from being worked up.

“Mmm, fuck Vinnie. That’s unlike anything else,” I say quietly, resting my head against the pillow behind me.

“You like it?” He asks, raising his eyebrows and biting his lip.

I nod, smiling. “Mhmm.”

His grin returns and he smacks my thigh. “I knew you would, baby.” He stands and walks over to the dresser. He fumbles through the drawers. I think I know what he’s looking for and the thought of it intimidates me so I hope I’m wrong. If his hands have me this flustered, I don’t know how much I can take of an actual toy.

He shuts the drawer and turns around. The high speed vibrator is in his hand.

“Fuck,” I whisper. I didn’t think he’d hear me but he starts laughing as he walks back to me, stopping at the end of the bed near my feet.

“You’re doing so fucking good, princess,” he turns the vibrator on full speed.

I start squirming. “Please start at a lower speed baby.”

He shakes his head. “No, love. You’ll take this just fine, I promise.”

“Mmm!” I throw my head back against the pillow, pouting.

He chuckles. “Go ahead and fuss about it little girl, I’m not gonna change my mind.”

I sigh, still looking at the ceiling.

“Ready baby?”

I hesitate for a moment but finally give in, biting my lip. “Yes.”

He starts the vibrator near my thigh and drags it down at a painfully slow pace, finally reaching the soles of my feet. The contact makes my leg jerk back instinctually and I start laughing again. Unable to move because of the restraints, I have no choice but to lay and writhe in the bed with no relief.

“Ohh, fuck Vinnie!” I say between laughs and breaths. “Fuck! God… damn it, that’s..”

He starts laughing and moves the vibrator to my other foot. My vision gets blurry from the tears forming in my eyes.

I fully start crying while continuing to laugh. “Vinnie! Please… I - I can’t t - take it anymore!”

“You have your safe word if you need,” he smacks my thigh.

I can only whine in response.

“I love seeing those pretty eyes cry like this for me,” he says softly.

After another minute he finally pulls it away and I exhale an audible sigh of relief and try to catch my breath.

“See? You got this, baby girl,” he unstraps my ankles and climbs on to the bed, placing himself back between my legs.

I frown at him but his smile doesn’t break.

His eyes scan down my chest, stopping at my tits. His bites his bottom lip. “I fucking love your boobs.”

I purse my lips. “Suck on them.”

He smirks and bends down, cupping each in his hands. He jiggles them a little and pinches my nipples between his fingers, rolling them around. Soft moans escape my lips as I relax back into the bed, closing my eyes, still trying to recover myself from what he just did to me.

His breath lingers over my right nipple as he teases it with his tongue.

“Don’t play,” I pout looking down at him.

He chuckles. “I’ll do what I want with my princess.” He moves to the other side, doing the same with my left nipple.

“Please, Vinnie,” I say sweetly. “Don’t tease me, you already put me through so much tonight.”

He smiles. “We’re just getting started, little girl.”

[venicebixch]

Do It For Me part 5

nothing but fluff. enjoy :)

As the night went on I tried my best to forget about everything and have fun. We played a few drinking games then people slowly started leaving. I drove myself over here and obviously couldn’t drive home. Alex said it would be fine if I stayed the night so I crashed on the couch.

I woke up around 3am dehydrated from drinking. I got up and stumbled my way into the kitchen, flipping the light on and opening the fridge.

As I stood there drinking the water, I hear someone come in behind me and it startled me.

I turn around and see Vinnie looking in the pantry.

“Fuckin hell, you scared me,” I said, putting my hand over my chest.

He had on no shirt, no pants. Just his boxers. I hate that he looks so damn good.

He laughs. “My bad.”

He grabs a box of cereal and a bowl then makes his way to the fridge, nudging me out of the way.

“Excuse you,” I push my arm back against him.

“You’re in my house. My turf. Move it little girl,” he nudges me a little harder.

“I’m just saying you could ask nicely instead of pushing me out of the way.”

“Oh please,” he rolls his eyes grabbing the milk. “I didn’t push you, I gently moved you.”

“You pushed me.”

“You’re so damn dramatic,” he pours the cereal and milk in the bowl.

That kinda pissed me off. “Yeah, that’s real funny coming from you.”

He furrows his brows and cocks his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” I stand there, looking down. After a moment of silence he looks over at me.

“Why are you even up?” He asks.

“I was thirsty.”

“Oh… I was hoping you were gonna say you couldn’t sleep without me,” he smirks and starts eating.

“What your girlfriend didn’t wanna stay the night with you?”

I had to say it.

He chuckled looking down. “My girlfriend?”

“Yeah. The blonde bitch.”

He starts laughing and looks up at me. “You sound jealous.”

“I’m not. I just thought it was funny. You looked so upset when I turned you down earlier I almost felt guilty. I came looking for you to apologize and saw you with your door half open and her bent over the bed. Real classy, by the way.”

His smile fades and he purses his lips. “Oh you actually saw that?”

“Yeah,” I look down, fidgeting with the cap on my bottle.

“I’m sorry.” He sounds genuinely sorry.

“Don’t be,” I say plainly.

“If it makes you feel any better, she sucked.”

I can’t help but giggle at that. “That’s not what you were telling her when you were balls deep inside of her.”

He laughs a little bit. “What, was I supposed to tell her she sucks?”

“Yeah,” I smile at him and shrug, taking a drink of water.

He takes another bite of cereal, still smiling. “On a more serious note, I wish I didn’t hook up with her. I only did it because you actually did kind of hurt my feelings. I mean it’s but whatever but…” his face gets serious. “And also I was jealous you were talking to that guy. And I was drunk. I’m sobered up a little now and, you know… I have some clarity on the situation. I shouldn’t have done it. And I really am sorry that you saw it.”

I feel a small wave of relief and excitement wash over me from his words but then I immediately feel guilty. I was too hard on him.

“I’m sorry, too.” I say, leaning over the counter next to him, propping my face up on my hands. “I honestly don’t know why I’ve been acting the way I have toward you. I truly just felt like you were an asshole. You rubbed me wrong.”

He chuckles again, shaking his head.

“What?” I ask.

“Woman, you literally didn’t even know me and you made that assumption. Then you were mean to me based on that assumption.”

“You were mean to me first,” I give him a fake angry look.

“No you were mean to me first. AND in front of everyone, telling me that you don’t think we’d get along while acting all coy and mysterious-like. I happened to know a little bit about you from following you. I like your content and I think you’re beautiful. I was excited to meet you then you shot me down before I even said a single word to you.”

Alright, now I feel guilty.

“And everyone knew I already had a crush on you, so you really did embarrass me a little bit. You made me feel like I’m just unlikeable,” he adds.

He had a crush on me? Alright, now I feel really guilty.

I frown at him. “You’re right. I’m so sorry, Vinnie.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s alright.”

“Well, now I know you’re not half bad,” I say, giving him the sweetest smile I can.

He laughs a little bit. “Wish I could say the same about you.”

I give him a pouty face and hit his arm gently.

He looks at me smiling for a minute.

“Give me a kiss,” he says.

That caught me off guard.

“What?! No,” I laugh.

“You let me finger you but you won’t give me a kiss?” He says loudly.

“Shush it, you crazy man,” I whisper to him, looking around.

“What?” He laughs. “What it’s some secret now? 3 people saw us doing it.”

“No they fucking didn’t. Did they?”

“Yeah,” He starts laughing harder.

“Jesus, Vinnie,” I cover my face with my hands.

He reaches out and rubs my back, still chuckling. “Alright, I’m just kidding! Bad joke, I’m sorry.”

I reach my hand up and push him playfully. “That scared me.”

“Don’t you push me,” he laughs, pushing me back.

“Ow!”

“Oh please you big baby.”

I push him a little harder and he suddenly stands up and wraps his arms around me, picking me up from behind.

“You won’t win this fight, babe. I’m a lot stronger than you,” he laughs.

“Put me down, Vincent,” I giggle, hitting his arm.

“Say ‘please’.”

“Put me down!”

“Say it!”

“No!”

He puts me down then starts tickling me.

“I’m not stopping until you say it.”

After a few seconds I can’t take it anymore and break. “Alright, alright! Please!” Tears are almost running down my face from laughing so much.

He finally stops then sits back down. “Now was that so hard?”

“Yes, it was,” I say pouting and crossing my arms.

He shakes his head, still smiling and takes the last few bites of his cereal.

“Where are you sleeping?” He asks.

“On the couch,” I nod my head toward the living room.

“That can’t be comfortable.”

“It’s not too bad,” I shrug.

“Do you wanna come upstairs with me? My bed is plenty big and comfortable.”

I look at him for a moment trying to decide. “Yeah, sure.”

He smiles. “Alright, come on.”

“But don’t think you’re getting lucky twice in one night,” I add.

He laughs. “I promise I don’t expect anything from you. I’ll even put a pillow between us if you want.”

“I think that’s a little dramatic.”

“Coming from the drama queen herself,” he says, smirking at me.

[venicebixch]

Breaking Rules part 2

more smut! enjoy.

I wake up to the sound of a door slamming in the hallway outside. My head is throbbing and I feel like I’m dying of thirst. I’m confused for a moment as I get oriented to the unfamiliar room. Once I realize my surroundings I turn over and see Vinnie beside me, still asleep. Then I remember what happened last night.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper to myself, rubbing my eyes.

I can’t believe we actually did that.

I get up slowly so I don’t wake him and throw on a pair of jeans and a shirt, then quietly brush my teeth and hair. I clean up what’s left of my makeup from last night and sneak out of the room to head to the hotel restaurant. I don’t have to wear it here but I put my mask on to give myself an ounce of anonymity.

I’m nervous for Vinnie to wake up. I don’t know how he’s going to feel about what happened. I don’t know how I feel about what happened. All I know is it probably shouldn’t have happened.

I walk into the restaurant and the hostess takes me to an empty table in the back corner of the room.

“Can I get you started with a drink?” The waitress asks.

I wonder if I should wait for Vinnie before eating. He’ll probably be hungry, too.

“Uhm, just an iced mocha. Can I get a few packets of stevia, too? I’m going to wait to eat for now until I know what my friend is doing. I may order in a bit.”

“Sure thing!” She says.

She brings the coffee and I finally look at my phone for the first time this morning. It’s 9:16am. And I have 3 new texts from Preston. 2 from last night and 1 from this morning.

Preston

I need to get my favorite polo shirt from your house so lmk when you get back to LA

Okay?

My grandma died this morning

I gasp at the last text and a wave of guilt hits me. He’s been going through hell since we broke up and his grandma is the woman who raised him. She’s been sick for a while but we didn’t expect it this soon.

Y/n

I’m so sorry, Preston. Are you okay? I was drinking last night and haven’t checked my phone. My flight is scheduled to leave at 7:15 tonight. I’ll be back in town around 10:30. You can come over then.

Preston

Thank you for finally responding. I’ll be there around 11:30

I put my phone done and rest my head in my hands, looking down. My phone dings again.

Vinnie

Hey, wya?

“Ahh shit,” I murmur to myself. I hope this isn’t awkward.

Y/n

I’m downstairs at the restaurant. Come have breakfast with me.

A few minutes later, Vinnie walks in and gets directed to my table.

He walks over and gives me a small smile, before sitting down. It seems like he’s avoiding eye contact with me.

We sit in silence for a minute.

“Good morning,” I finally say.

“Morning,” he says.

“Um… do you want to order food? I was waiting on you and haven’t eaten yet.”

He looks up at me and his expression changed to look slightly happier.

“Yeah,” he smiles.

The waitress comes back and we order.

We sit there quietly waiting on the food. I don’t think other of us know what to do.

“So about last night -“ he starts to say.

“Oh yeah,” I shake my head. “No big deal, we were both tipsy and… you know. Shit happens,” I shrug, looking down and taking a drink of my coffee.

He’s quiet for a moment then nods his head. “Yeah. That’s what I was gonna say.”

“We’re good,” I smile.

“Yeah. We’re good.”

His face is expressionless. I can’t tell how he’s feeling. I think he’s just embarrassed maybe? Hopefully not regretful.

“So, we can just act like it never happened?” I say, trying to egg him on to get a better feel for his mood.

“Um yeah. If you want to,” he shrugs. “Whatever you want,” he smiles but it doesn’t look genuine.

“Okay,” I purse my lips, looking back down. That wasn’t very helpful.

The food comes and we eat and head to our separate rooms to wait until it’s time to go to the airport.

—

I head down to the lobby where Vinnie and Jorge are already waiting. They escort me to the car. Vinnie and I ride together as usual. Jorge rides in a separate car.

We sit in silence for a while. Usually he’s talkative but he hasn’t said a word to me since breakfast. His head is leaned back and he’s semi-slouched down in the seat, looking out of the car window.

“Vinnie,” I say softly.

He turns his head to look at me, his face expressionless.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

He nods. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

I purse my lips. “Do you… regret last night?”

His brows come together and he shakes his head. “Oh god no. I don’t regret it.”

“Then what’s wrong? You’ve barely said a word.”

“I just have a hangover.”

“Vin, you only had 2 drinks last night.”

He chuckles. “Yeah. Maybe I’m just getting sick or something,” he shrugs. “I just have a headache and I’m tired.”

“Okay,” I say. “Well you can go home when we get back, I can make it to my house by myself.”

He shakes his head. “I see you to your front door, that’s the rules.”

I laugh a little bit. “No, that’s your rule.”

“And it’s one I plan on sticking to. There were paparazzi outside of your fence not 2 weeks ago waiting to bombard you. I see you to your front door. No if, ands, or buts about it.”

I sigh. “Well, okay. Thank you.”

“Mhmm,” he nods, then turns to look back out the window.

—

Once at the airport, we quickly make our way through security and board the private plane.

We get seated comfortably and take off.

After a while I start to get antsy. I’m nervous about seeing Preston for the first time in weeks and I don’t know how the conversation is going to go.

I sigh and look across the aisle over at Vinnie. He has headphones on and is watching some show on his phone. Jorge is seated a few seats in front of us, asleep and snoring.

I close my eyes and lean my head back to try and relax.

The first thing that comes to my mind is what happened with Vinnie last night.

At first I try to push the thoughts away but I can’t help but think about it. It was good. Really good.

I start thinking about the way his lips felt pressed against the most sensitive part of my neck. The way he filled me up perfectly, like we were made for each other. This subtle scent of the cologne on his body while he was on top of me. The way the warmth of him covered me like a blanket and made the rest of the world disappear.

As I get lost deeper into my thoughts, I hear Vinnie clear his throat. I open my eyes and look over at him. He’s looking down at his phone still, but takes his headphones out. He stands and I look down so he doesn’t notice I was staring at him. He walks to the bathroom in the back of the plane.

I shouldn’t do it. Don’t do it.

I bite my lip and my leg starts shaking anxiously.

Jorge is right there anyway. I can’t do it. This can’t be a thing that keeps happening. It’s wrong.

I shift in my seat and cross my legs, one knee over the other, and prop my head on my hand.

He said he didn’t regret it. Maybe this can be a casual thing that we do sometimes. Sure he works for me but it’s just sex. It shouldn’t interfere with anything.

I fidget with the armrest beside me for a moment.

I fucking want him.

I exhale and stand up, walking to the back. I quietly knock on the door.

“Yeah?” Vinnie says from the other side.

“Open the door,” I say softly.

After a moment, he opens it. The first thing I notice is his pants. He’s already hard.

I look up him and bite my lip.

And just like he can read my thoughts, he reaches his hands out and grabs my face, kissing me. He pulls me into the bathroom with him and shuts the door behind us.

I quickly lift my shirt over my head and take my bra off. He kisses me again and slips his shirt off, then picks me up, setting me down on the counter.

He kisses his way down my neck, sucking on that sweet spot again, sending chills through me.

He sucks each of my nipples and then practically rips my jeans off my body.

I giggle.

“What?” He asks with a smile on his face, almost breathless.

“I like it when you get a little rough,” I smile biting my lip.

He laughs a little and kisses me again, then drops his pants and boxers and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Oh fuck, Vin,” I moan from the anticipation. He smiles and leans forward, kissing my neck again and leaving a little bite.

He brings himself to my entrance then pushes himself inside of me. The feeling causes me to gasp lightly and throw my head back, sending a wave of pleasure from my core up through my chest.

He starts thrusting and I grab his upper arms, squeezing tightly before pulling him in for another kiss.

With our lips against each other, we let out soft moans into each other mouths. His hand comes to squeeze one of my boobs as his other wraps around my waist, holding me as close to him as physically possible.

I completely relax into him, closing my eyes. How can this be wrong if it feels so fucking good?

“Such a pretty girl,” he moans into my ear, sending me over the edge.

I throw my head back as he sucks my neck on that sweet spot again, feeling myself tighten around him. My whole body pulses and my legs shake.

“Fuck I’m cumming,” I barely manage to whisper.

He picks up his pace to help me ride my high out, then then pulls out of me.

“I wanna cum in your mouth,” he whispers.

I nod eagerly, smiling. I hop off the counter and drop to my knees, taking him into my mouth. I bob my head on him, taking his as far into my throat as he can go.

He grabs my hair and holds me there as I feel his cock twitch inside my mouth. I moan quietly to add to his pleasure. His slightly sweet cum shoots down the back of my throat, filling my mouth and dripping down the sides of his cock.

I swallow every drop and look up at him, licking the rest of him clean.

His mouth is open and his brows are drawn together as he breaths deeply.

“Oh, fuck, y/n,” he says, as his head falls back.

I pull away from him and giggle, standing up. “You taste good,” I smile.

“Yeah?” He smiles down at me and puts his hand to my face.

“Mhmm,” I nod as he pulls me in for another kiss.

“God, I can’t get enough of you,” he says, resting his forehead against mine.

I kiss his cheek. “I was just thinking the same about you.”

[venicebixch]

Do It For Me part 5.5

i wish i would have added this at the end of the last part so here. i’m not sure how i want to do the next part so bear with me. this might be it for the day but i might post later. enjoy!

His room is lit up by red LED lights, a box fan is on full speed by the door, and the TV in the corner of the room is on but the volume is turned down. It’s messy but not dirty.

“Sorry it’s kind of a mess, I meant to clean up earlier but I didn’t have time,” he says kicking some clothes on the floor into the corner.

“It feels comfortable in here,” I say, smiling at him.

“You like it?”

“Mhmm,” I nod.

“Good,” he shuts the door behind us. “Make yourself comfortable. The bathroom is right there if you need it,” he says, pointing to the door.

“Okay. Thank you. Which side do you usually sleep on?” I ask.

“Well, I usually sleep in the center, so you can just pick a side, it doesn’t matter to me. Oh, and do you want more comfortable clothes? I have some shirts you can wear.”

I’m still in that tight dress, I don’t know why I didn’t bring a change of clothes. I think I was just distracted when I left the house.

I smile at him. “Yeah, that would be nice. The bigger the shirt, the better. They’re the most comfortable.”

He walks over and digs through his dresser and pulls out an oversized black t-shirt and hands it to me. I go into the bathroom and change, then come back out and sit on the left side of the bed.

He’s over at his desk straightening up a little and I notice he put the dirty clothes in his hamper. This makes me smile a little bit, I’m not sure why. I guess it just shows he cares about what I think.

He comes over and sits down on the other side of the bed.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, laying down.

“Yeah,” I say, getting under the blanket with him.

We lay there for a moment watching TV and then he starts gently running his hand up and down my arm.

“Come here,” he says quietly, extending his arm out.

I scoot over to him and he pulls me into him. I rest my head on his chest and wrap my legs around his. I can feel the warmth of his body against me and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. And just like magic, it’s like the rest of the world disappeared and I feel myself melt into him. Complete calmness.