Warnings: slight angst, dry humping, setting boundaries, consent checks, Vinnie being sweet, lust, SMUT, i really cooked with this one guys - it slaps harder than your mom, female reader, praise like a mf because you deserve it pookie bear, moaning, absolutely pathetic man - as they should be, L bombs, no penetration
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You smiled politely, thanking Vinnie as he held the door open for you. You’d been to his house before but today was different. He had asked if you wanted to stay the night for the first time. Initially you were excited thinking of all the fun stuff you and him could do and not have to worry about going home. Now… all you could feel was nervous. Your friends had convinced you that his intentions weren’t all pure. Obviously he expected something physical or else he wouldn’t have asked you to stay. You liked Vinnie. A lot. Begrudgingly you were even starting to consider the forbidden L word. And he had been nothing but a gentleman, never pushing you beyond your comfort. Yet your mind swam with anxieties of what you would do or say if things got to a point you didn’t want to pass. You set your bag down with your shoes once inside, looking around at his decorations. The house smelled like him, sweet but gentle and earthy. You felt Vinnie’s arms sneak around your waist, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck where he placed a gentle kiss. You smiled, enjoying his presence.
Turning your head, you kissed his cheek “Wanna watch a movie?” you asked.
“What movie?” he mumbled.
“Labyrinth, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, or Princess Bride?” you said giving him options.
“Princess Bride, hands down.” he said, squeezing your hips.
You chuckled, turning out of his grip so you could go to the living room. You flopped on the couch, enjoying the many blankets Vinnie had thrown out before you got there as he mentioned building a pillow fort. Vinnie walked into the kitchen as you went and sat on the couch.
“Wanna put your pajamas on while I make the popcorn?” he asked as he took out a bowl and grabbed the microwave popcorn bags.
You nodded with a smile, happy he wanted you to be comfortable. When you returned from changing in the bathroom you saw Vinnie in the kitchen without a shirt. How did he look so hot doing the most mundane tasks? “Popcorn needs to be made shirtless?” you sassed.
Vinnie laughed, “The butter exploded.”
“Rookie mistake.”
Vinnie brought the giant bowl of popcorn over, sitting it on the two of your laps so you could cuddle. Towards the end of the movie your eyes felt heavy, not in a sleepy way but in a relaxed way. Completely comfortable and happy. The warm expanse of his chest against your cheek, his arm circling your waist. You never wanted to move. You leaned up, kissing his cheek sweetly.
“What is it baby?” Vinnie said, his eyes tracing every curve of your face. He smiled seeing how relaxed you look.
“I’m just… happy.” You said with a content sigh.
Vinnie ran his hand up and down your waist, his warmth made you lean into him even more so your foreheads were touching. His hand stilled on your hip, letting the tips of his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt. Your breath hitched, your hand flying to his.
“Sorry…” was all you could think to say.
Vinnie’s eyes softened, his hand moving from your waist to cradle your face, “Baby, you never have to be sorry for having boundaries. We never have to do anything you don't wanna do.” he smiled at you sincerely.
You breathed a sigh of relief, “I just… is this the only reason you wanted me to stay over?” you asked, not meeting his gaze, your voice felt small.
“Honey, of course not. I’m sorry if I gave you that impression. I guess I just… wanted to make you feel… good?” he said, sounding a bit shy. A slight pink settling on his cheeks.
You sat back a little bit, your mind was stunned with that little revelation. Nobody had ever done that for you before. Focused on your pleasure more than theirs. You looked between his eyes and his lips with want.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.
You nodded.
“I need you to say it baby.” he said, leaning in slightly.
You closed the gap, your lips meeting his gently. But you wanted more; you wanted to devour him and be devoured by him.
He responded to your touch, holding your angelic face. You gave into yourself - fuck what your friends said. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You sat up, as did Vinnie so you were both sitting up on the couch instead of laying down. You straddled his lap as he leaned back against the cushion, admiring the view of you taking control.
“Is.. is it ok if we just make out?” you asked.
“Of course,” Vinnie said, holding your hips. “Anything else?” he asked.
“Feel me, kiss my neck… Please…” you stuttered slightly, already wildly turned on by him.
Vinnie nodded, leaning forward to kiss up your stomach before pulling you closer and pushing your hips down so you were flush against his lap and finally face to face. One of his hands clasped around your throat but didn’t squeeze, he wanted to guide you. He gently pulled you to him, kissing you softly before you sped up, needily feeling over each other. Your tongues tangled together before he moved on to kiss down your neck sloppily. He gave you a slight nip, testing the waters. When you moaned at the contact he gave you another, and another, and another. Smoothing his tongue over them to relax the slight pain. Your breaths were erratic, your heart pounding fiercely.
“You ok?” he asked, checking in with you.
You smiled at him hazily, still lost in the feeling of him. You nodded slowly.
“Words baby.” he said, kissing your neck softly trailing up from your neck to your cheek.
“Please don’t stop.” you said, out of breath.
Vinnie bit his lip as he looked up at you. You were flush, looking needy for him. Your eyes looked hungry, feral. Vinnie slowly pushed your hips down so you were grinding against his clothed cock. He was unbelievably hard. “How’d you get hard so quick?” you chuckled softly.
“Because it knows you want it.” he mumbled, his voice deep and heavy with lust. His hands gripped your hips tightly, slowly starting to rock you back and forth. The thin fabric of your shorts doing nothing to dull the pleasure the grinding was doing for you. You let your eyes roll back, letting him take the lead and guide your body - as long as it pleasured you.
“So pretty baby… so so pretty… so good…” he mumbled between kisses he left over your chest. “Can I suck your tits?” he asked.
You moaned at the very thought, quickly lifting your shirt, not wearing a bra under your pj’s.
Vinnie attached his lips to your chest, kissing and sucking over your nipples. He never stopped moving your hips and you felt the heat in your lower belly start to spread. Your legs started to shake, unable to hold you up. Vinnie held your waist to keep you up while his other hand kept grinding you into him through your orgasm. When you slumped against him trembling and twitching he relaxed his hold on you and stopped grinding into you. He placed a few soft kisses on your cheek as he held your face in his hands.
“You look really pretty when you cum.” he smiled at you.
You covered your face, for some reason you felt embarrassed.
Vinnie laughed at your shy antics, “And you feel so soft, every part of you.” he said, trailing his hand to your breast before giving it a slight squeeze making you let out a squeak.
“Did you feel good? Like everything we did?” he said, checking in with you.
You nodded, “Yes.”
Vinnie kissed your cheek once more before gripping the back of your thighs and carrying you to his bedroom. He set you down on the bed. Admiring you as he looked down at you. “Wanna cuddle?” he asked.
You nodded, crawling under the blankets. Vinnie smiled hopping in with you. He pulled you close so your head was resting on his broad chest, his hand tangled in your hair as he massaged your scalp. His free hand rested on your waist to keep you close.
Right on the verge of sleep, completely vulnerable you let it slip. “I love you.” you said barely above a whisper.
Vinnie hardly heard you over the TV but his eyes snapped down to look at you. Your face was so peaceful, your breaths even and relaxed. “I love you.” Vinnie whispered before kissing the top of your head. He settled in letting himself slip away as well, enjoying the feeling of you next to him as he drifted off.
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Naboo's Note:
this man has me in a chokehold unfortunately - enjoy cookies <3 XOXOXOXOXOOXOXXOXOXOXOOXOXOXOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Summary: Vinnie secretly makes a playlist of songs that remind him of you. You stumble across it.
Contains/warnings: Fluff, established relationship, mild language, emotional vulnerability.
A/n: forgot about this account….anywho here’s something short and sweet :)
Masterlist, other account
It started with a late-night scroll through Vinnie’s Spotify on the TV—he’d left it open while getting snacks, and you were just trying to queue something chill for the two of you to listen to. But then you saw it.
“For Her <3”
Private playlist.
Recently updated.
You clicked on it without thinking, curiosity winning out. The songs weren’t ones you’d heard him play around you, not usually. But each one hit a little too close—lyrics about soft smiles, familiar laughter, the feeling of falling but being caught every time. Some were sweet and slow, others upbeat and warm like sunlight. One song even had your favorite artist, a deep cut you’d only ever mentioned once.
Your heart thudded softly. You didn’t even hear him come back until he dropped next to you on the couch, two mugs in hand.
“Here,” Vinnie said casually, handing you the one with your usual drink.
You looked up at him, still a little stunned. “Vinnie?”
He raised an eyebrow as he sipped his drink, then froze when he saw what was on the screen. “Oh,” he muttered, suddenly a little red in the ears. “You weren’t supposed to find that yet.”
You turned toward him slowly, clutching the mug between your hands. “Yet? So it is for me?”
He exhaled with a sheepish smile, leaning his head back against the couch. “Yeah… I was gonna show you one day. Or maybe just… let you hear it without saying anything. I don’t know, it felt kinda dumb.”
“Vinnie,” you said softly, putting your drink down. “It’s not dumb. It’s the sweetest thing.”
His eyes flicked toward you, still shy but hopeful. “You think?”
You nodded, shifting closer until your thigh touched his. “Every song made me feel like you were telling me something without words.”
He smiled then, the kind that made your chest ache in the best way. “Good. Because that’s exactly what I was doing.”
You rested your head on his shoulder, and he leaned into you, the both of you wrapped in warm silence as the playlist continued to play.
And maybe, just maybe, he whispered the lyrics of one of the songs softly in your ear—because now, you knew they were meant for you.
But, I also want to shift for Vinnie because I know he has so much more depth than a hot body on social media. Which is why I specifically scripted that I've known him since high-school (where he wasn't exactly his best at the time) and have been dating him through all his struggles. He's far from the perfect lover, not anywhere near close but he tries with all his heart. He gets angry, sure, he lashes out, yes but he makes it a need to work it out as quick as he can.
He strives to show you the love you showed him when everyone in his life seemed to crumble under his touch. He takes on small modeling jobs not only because it's a dream of his but also because he wants to spoil you dead rotten because he knows it's all material to you and you're just there for every one of his flaws.
He's ashamed at times, that he can't always be there for you.
Vinnie has many interests, he loves going out and trying random things or even indulging in culture which is why I believe he'd love to have a woman who doesn't come from Amercian backgrounds. He'd take you anywhere, even without his wealth he'll do anything to help you see the world with him. He'd be so into ancient Japanese culture, I just know it. He doesn't only like Japan for their stereotypical shit but he just loves their swords (he owns 2). So I fully believe he'd drag you there and force you into traditional wear (and no I don't mean the aesthetic Pinterest stuff I mean THE REAL DEAL). As I mentioned, he'd be so into his partner's background and he would take you there. He'd learn to make certain foods, learn religion, and anything of everything.
He trusts you enough to show you the real him, the raw unfiltered Vincent Cole Hacker who is just a huge dork with unmoving love for you.
