#Motionless in white fanfiction

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heal me when i’m broken

pairing: ricky olson x fem!reader

content warning/tags: 18+ MDNI!! mentions of nightmares, panic attacks, comfort, fluff, shower sex, fingering (female receiving), unprotected p in v sex.

word count: 1.6k

tag list: @deathblacksmoke @concretenoah @tearfallpixie @meekahy @cookiesupplier @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sitkowski @collective-heartbreak @catharsis-in-darkness @undead-ahead-wh0re @to-be-written @collapsedglasshouses

authors note: i wrote this from an anonymous request i received where reader wakes up from an intense nightmare and ricky comforts her. fluff and smut were requested. i hope i made your request exactly what you wanted, love. please enjoy 🩷

also big thanks to my bestie/beta reader @deathblacksmoke 🫶🏻

Screams echo around the room as you wake up in a panic. Your body thrashes underneath the sheets, attempting to escape from the horror that had been chasing you in your sleep. A muffled voice repeats your name, but you can’t focus on it. You open your eyes but you’re too blinded by fear, your chest aching from gasping for air.

The voice gets louder and a figure appears in your still cloudy vision. You feel hands grab your wrists and you fight back to break free. The figure pushes your wrists to your stomach with one hand and the other comes to your face. The thumb rubbing at your temple feels familiar. The soft lips that delicately press to your forehead despite your violent movements are not from a stranger or a monster from your nightmares. It’s him.

As his voice breaks through the ringing in your ears, your body stills. Your vision clears and his stormy eyes stare back at you dejectedly. His eyebrows knit together with concern as he pets your sweat soaked hair out of your face. He lets go of your hands, both of them instantly wrapping around him.

“I’m so sorry, Ricky.” You sob into his neck.

He places featherlight kisses to your collarbone, running a finger up and down your arm. You feel your breathing slow down; your heart no longer pounding in your chest.

“Was it the same one as last time?” Ricky whispers.

You nod, whining. He squeezes your arm comfortingly, moving his mouth to your bicep. Ricky watches you as he thoughtfully kisses the tips of each of your fingers until they stop shaking.

“Is that better?” He asks, placing his face in your hand and smiling.

You’re uncertain of how he does it. How naturally he takes the darkness inside of you and chases it away with the lightest touch. You avoided spending nights with him for so long at first — terrified he would witness your nightmares and leave. The memories that haunted you weren’t his burden to bear after all. He finally persuaded you to stay with him, all but getting on his knees to convince you.

You had one of the worst nightmares you’ve ever had that night. He didn’t bat an eye, just held you until the screaming stopped. Every tear was wiped away as they fell. Consistent reassurance was whispered in your ear that you were safe – he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Finally, you fell back asleep some time later, sleeping in until late morning. You found out later that he had stayed up the rest of the night to keep an eye on you, soothing you back to sleep anytime you stirred unpleasantly.

Being loved by Ricky Olson is the easiest thing you’ve ever done.

You gently move him so that you can swing your legs over the edge of the bed. All of your muscles ache and your bones crack as you stretch. You sigh loudly, feeling Ricky’s hand come to the small of your back. He sits beside you, pulling you into him.

“Why don’t I turn the shower on for you?” He asks, propping his chin on your shoulder. “I’ll throw in one of those lavender shower steamers. Maybe that and the hot water will help you relax.”

You lay your head against him, humming in contemplation.

“Will you join me?”

“I will never say no to that question.” Ricky punctuates his statement with a peck to your shoulder, pushing himself off the bed towards the bathroom. He stops at the doorway and looks back at you. Without a word, he holds his hand out for you, gesturing for you to come to him.

You do so without protest, following him into the cold bathroom and sitting on the counter as he turns the shower on. He ensures the water is at the perfect temperature before he sets the lavender scented disk on the floor.

Ricky helps you out of your sweat soaked tank top. You hop off the counter and wiggle out of your shorts and underwear. The water burning against your skin is pleasant. You let it run down your back, the smell of lavender permeating your senses. Ricky steps in not long after, wrapping you in his arms and burying his face in your hair.

The warmth from his body heat and the water eases the pain in your body. You slump into Ricky’s arms and he chuckles as he peels you off of him to wash your hair. He lets you wash your body, now having enough strength to do so. You watch his eyes wander, following the soap suds as they fall down the slope of your breasts and descend to your stomach.

It’s obvious that he’s trying his best to keep his hands to himself. You can see the inner workings of his mind as his tongue darts out to swipe at his bottom lip. He’s unsure if this is an appropriate time given this morning’s events.

You place your hand on his chest and he glances up at you. There’s little communication necessary, just a squeeze of your waist and a slight nod from you has him lurching forward. Your lips are consumed by his, nearly knocking the air out of you when you collide together.

He backs you against the shower wall, lips attached to your neck. The hot water beats down on your bodies as you tangle together. You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your chest upwards. Ricky takes the hint, smirking, and dips his head down, wrapping his lips around your breast. Carding your fingers through his hair, you give a playful tug. He groans, gripping the flesh of your ass. His mouth is back on yours instantly, desperate to taste you more.

Ricky’s hand drifts up the side of your thigh, then between them, his fingers running through your slit. Gasping into his mouth, you grab onto his shoulders; the sensation causing you to lift onto your toes. He swirls your swollen bud with the pads of his fingers, slotting his knee between your legs.

“Open up a little more for me, baby.” He breathes, nudging your leg gently.

You do as you’re told, giving Ricky the room he needs to slip a finger inside of you. His pace is brutally slow, languidly drawing a single digit in and out of you. The pleasure is too much, yet not enough, and has you begging him to go faster – for more, anything he’s willing to give. All he does is softly shush you, his lips firmly against yours, hips thrusting against you in an attempt to sate his own need for the time being.

Ricky curls his finger inside of you and your vision goes white. As you clench around him, he speeds up his rhythm. You cry out his name, your entire body bucking in his arms as your orgasm rushes through you. He moans in your ear telling you how good you’re doing, moving and bending with your body as you do.

“Fuck..” Ricky pants, his hard cock twitching against your leg. “Turn around, baby. I can’t wait any longer.”

Turning around, you press your body against the tile of the shower wall. Ricky grabs you by the hips, pulling you back to meet his own. He bends over you, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your spine as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

His moans are deafening as he rocks into you. He starts out slow with shallow half-thrusts. You would complain about him teasing you, but from the quiver in his breath, he’s just as affected by it as you.

You call out his name, desperate for him. He runs his hand up your stomach and to your chest, pulling you back against his own. Ricky pumps his cock deep inside of you but his pace is still devastatingly slow.

He swallows every whimper that falls from you, one hand resting on your throat while the other returns to your clit. He increases his pace inside of you only a little, but it’s enough for the coil in your belly to start tightening.

“God, I can feel you, baby.” Ricky grunts in your ear. “Let go for me.”

His words make you clench around him. His resolve crumbles a little as he fixes his arm across your chest, driving his hips into you harder. He bites down on your neck as he spills into you, your orgasm following quickly behind his.

Ricky rinses you off with the now cold water and helps you out. He wraps a towel around you and you sit on the counter per his instructions so he can detangle your hair. He combs each strand with care making sure he doesn’t pull too hard. You watch him with heavy eyes, admiring his dedication. He catches you staring, doing a double take when he notices.

“What?” He asks, huffing out a laugh.

“Thank you.” You reply simply.

“For?” His eyes don’t meet yours this time as he’s too focused on a particularly stubborn tangle.

“For being my safe person.”

Ricky stops dead in his tracks, placing the comb down next to you and focusing his entire attention on you. His eyes search yours for a moment, a small smile on his face. He places his hand on the back of your head, bringing your forehead to his lips.

“Thank you for being mine.” He whispers.

[yournecessaryevil]

Imagine...

...Chris and Ricky trying to get you to finally fall asleep after a long day while on tour...

• fluff; language; very light NSFW (if you squint)

"But I don't want to go to bed yet!"

You let out a quiet huff, clutching the pillow tighter against your chest as you cast a pleading look at the two men in front of you. Both gave you a raised eyebrow, neither one of them seeming to be impressed by your whining.

"Babygirl, you look so fucking tired-" Ricky began. "Yeah, you need sleep," Chris cut in, nodding in agreement. You stuck out your bottom lip in a slight pout as you continued to give them your best pleading look.

"Do I have to?" you asked, earning an immediate synchronized response of "Yes!" from both of the guys.

Ricky reached up to adjust his beanie before shaking his head at you, a smile playing at his lips. "It's been a long day for all of us, but especially you," he pointed out.

Chris grinned, the piercings in his bottom lip briefly catching the light from the dim interior of the bus. "Yeah, you're not used to the tour life like we are," he teased you.

This earned an eyeroll from his bandmate, who lightly elbowed him in the side. "It's been years, dude, and I'm still not used to it," he retorted, though his former smile still remained in place.

Chris shrugged, before winking at you. "I'm telling you, sleep's gonna be your best friend while you're with us."

You buried your face in the pillow, grumbling to yourself. "Slp fckng sks..."

"What was that?" Chris laughed.

You raised your head, scowling at him.

"I said, sleep fucking sucks."

"True, but-" Ricky began, before casting a sideways glance towards Chris, who returned the gesture. A smirk slowly appeared on both men's faces before Chris turned to look at you, leaning forward until his face was a foot away from yours.

"-If you be a good girl for us and go to sleep like you're supposed to-"

"-Like we want you to-" Ricky cut in.

"-Then we'll make sure to reward you for it," Chris finished, his smirk growing a little.

This caught your attention.

It was no secret (especially to the rest of the band) how much of a certain... fondness... you'd developed for Chris and Ricky.

Although at this point, anyone would say it had become a little bit more than that...

You sat there in silence, contemplating the idea Chris had now planted in your mind.

"I think we've got her," Ricky laughed, exchanging a conspiratorial look with his bandmate, who nodded in agreement.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris get up from his spot on the couch, moving to sit behind you. You glanced down to see tattooed arms and hands grabbing the pillow out from between your fingers, placing it behind you on Chris's lap, before those same arms were pulling you closer to the man himself.

"Come on, Y/N," you heard Chris purr softly in your ear, "be a good girl for us, for me. Stop fighting it and just give in, go to sleep for me."

His words were accompanied by a gentle kiss on the soft spot behind your ear, followed by another a little further down, along the side of your neck, and yet another on the back of your shoulder.

Chris's hands slowly moved down to splay flat against your lower belly, his thumbs tracing soothing little circles along the inch or so of skin that lay exposed there, due to your sleep shirt riding up a bit.

The way his hands moved, the gentle seduction of his words in your ear, all of it was much too nice, and you felt your blinks slowly getting longer, almost against your will.

"Oh, Chris, man, she's dozing off," Ricky observed in a soft whisper, a grin playing at his lips. His bandmate gave a soft hum of agreement, gently tugging you down so you were now lying in his lap, your head resting on the pillow.

His hands moved up, grazing lightly over your stomach, your breasts, stopping at your shoulders. Again, his thumbs were tracing little circles along the skin there, slowly coaxing you off into sleep.

But wait, sleep- you didn't want to sleep-

You struggled to keep your eyes open, fighting back a yawn. "But I don't wanna go to sleep-" you mumbled.

Chris softly shushed you, leaning down to place a kiss against your forehead. "Shh, don't fight it, Y/N. Be our good girl and go to sleep."

"Yeah, we'll still be here tomorrow, I promise," you heard Ricky agree, his voice getting closer. Out of the corner of one half-open eye, you saw the guitarist reach down, pulling a blanket over you and tucking the edges in around you. "Get some sleep, babygirl. We're not going anywhere," he murmured.

You watched as he took a seat on the floor next to you, leaning back against the couch, his head resting against your thigh.

"Ricky's right, we're not going anywhere. Get some sleep for us, baby, please?" Chris said softly. You let out a soft grumble in response.

You really didn't want to fall asleep, but fuck, Chris's lap was so comfortable, and ugh, the way Ricky smelled right now-! Everything was so nice, too nice...

Maybe an hour or two wouldn't hurt...

You yawned, before allowing yourself to relax and sink further into Chris's lap, pulling the blanket closer around you.

As your eyes fell closed, you could've sworn you heard Chris murmur, "That's our good girl..."

And as sleep finally claimed you, your mind drifted back to his and Ricky's earlier words, a smile gracing your face.

They better live up to their promise and reward you good for this tomorrow...

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Like The Movies || Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader

PICTURE FOUND ON PINTEREST

SUMMARY: When Vinny and his childhood best friend Y/n jokingly decide to watch adult movies together, things escalate rather quickly.

WARNINGS: smut, MDNI, watching porn together, mutual masturbation, mutual pining, mentions of drug consumption, friends to fwb sorta, …

A/N: I wrote this last night, I don’t know where it came from… Maybe I’ll write another part. I don’t know yet! This is not proofread sorryyy

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @nerdraging4point0 @circle-with-me @tearfallpixie (i hope you dont mind me tagging you, i thought you would like to read this ♡)

Vinny was glad tour was over. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, he had a blast. But coming back home meant one thing for him. He would see you again. Vinny couldn’t remember a time where he hadn’t known you. Since he could remember, you were there. From kindergarten, where you beat up a guy that stole him a shovel while building a sand castle, to high school, where you were there for each other during the worst heartbreaks.

Even when he became the drummer for Motionless in White, you were there. You supported him through every life stage he was going through and it even came to the point where you bought the house next to his. You two were basically attached at the hip.

It was no wonder that when he was back in town, he visited you the second he had settled back in. There was this tradition, where to two of you would meet up, smoke some weed and talk about everything that happened during the time you couldn’t see each other. Nothing was out of the usual. Except… Everything was out of the usual this time…

It was a warm Saturday evening in July. The sun was slowly setting down and he had just come over to your house. Of course, it meant he would be here until late at night. As always.

Since the temperature reached their peak at this point, it was no wonder you only wore shorts and a crop top. Nothing Vinny hadn’t seen you in before, but this time he took a great notice in how good it actually fitted you.

As usual, you both had been smoking for almost an hour at this point and you were currently babbling about the most random shit that came to your mind. You enjoyed your time together as always. But you actually didn’t know how you got to the topic you were currently talking about.

“Oh, come on! You can’t be serious.” You exclaimed while handing him the joint. His cheeks were almost crimson red at this point. He was nervous. “You can’t tell me you really enjoy these overdramatic movies.”

“It’s not like I enjoy enjoy it, I just skip videos until I reach one that I can, you know, finish to.” He mumbled and let out a small giggle before he inhaled again.

“And you decided an old and corny eighty’s porn was the right choice?” You giggled and let your head fall onto the backrest of the couch for a second. It wasn’t unusual for you to talk about sexual events in your lives, considering you had gone through so much together, but hearing that he jerked of to something like that made you giggle almost uncontrollably.

“Oh, don’t make fun of me, I bet you watch that shit all the time.” He threw back at you, before putting the joint, or what was left of it, out.

“I’m not saying, I don’t watch porn, I’m just saying I try to keep my taste… Authentic.” You answered him honestly and shifted in your place for a second. Vinny did not miss how your crop top rode up a little and how it warmed his cheeks even more, but he decided to blame it on the drug running through his system.

“So, what’s authentic in your eyes?”

That’s when you noticed something changed. The energy in the room shifted. You looked into your best friend's greenish eyes and you noticed how they seemingly became darker. You knew he just wanted to tease you but something in his tone sparked your curiosity. Something in his attitude made you think he was genuinely interested in your taste in adult films; curious even.

“Should I show you?” You almost whispered, after contemplating your answer for what seemed like eternity. You thought about if it would make things between you and Vinny awkward but you ultimately decided against it. Nothing ever could make things between the two of you awkward.

You saw how his Adam's apple bobbed and you felt strange. There was this feeling in your gut, you couldn’t quite describe. A feeling you had never felt before when you were around him but you just blamed it on your not-sober state.

“Why not?” He mumbled quietly and you could have sworn how his gaze went to your lips for a second.

“Okay.”

Around twenty minutes later, you were gathered around your tiny laptop screen. You had finally decided on a movie to show Vinny but now that you were really sitting there, you were strangely unprepared and vulnerable.

A shaky breath escaped your lips, and you felt hot all of a sudden. There was something weirdly intimate about this thing. You felt dirty to some extent. You were about to show your best friend your taste in adult movies. You turned to face Vinny for a second, his gaze filled with an anticipating and curious expression.

“What if you find it weird?” You mumbled and his eyes immediately found yours.

“There is literally nothing about you that could surprise me in the slightest, Y/n.” He reassured you with a slight teasing tone. It took you a second to believe his words. But he was right. He knew everything about you. There was nothing weird about two best friends watching that stuff together.

“We can make a deal.” He then exclaimed and you blinked at him. “If we feel weird at any point, we just put it out and watch some dinosaur documentary or something.”

You laughed at the randomness of his media choice.

“What?” – “Dinosaur documentaries? Seriously, Vin?” Vinny smirked for a second before he lifted his hands in defends. “If you find it more comfortable, we can also sit in silence and stare at the wall.”

“No, no. You are right.” You exclaimed before holding out your hand which he took and shook lightly. “Deal.”

When you leaned down to load the video, you noticed how Vinny shuffles in this place. It felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest.

Breathe, Y/n, breathe.

After a short intro that promoted the person’s OF the video cut to a couple in a bedroom. The naked guy was sitting on the edge of the bed, almost shaking in anticipation as the girl was slowly kneeing down in between his legs. Even though the video was filmed in third person, you could clearly see how she looked up at him through her lashes. Then she began to blow him.

You swallowed hard, not really knowing what to do. You sat stiff, not daring to look at Vinny for a solid minute. The only noise filling the room being the guy’s small moans and whimpers.

“Do you like when guys moan?” Vinny then asked, causing you to look at him with a surprised look on your face.

“What?” - “I-… I mean you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but-…”

“Yeah… I-… I think I like it. When it comes naturally of course.” You mumbled and felt how your cheeks grew warmer.

You looked each other in the eyes for a second before he nodded slightly. The scene cut to him eating her out, their positions switched.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw that Vinny‘s eyes were completely glued to the screen. His eyes were wide. His mouth slightly open and he occasionally sucked his lip in to dampen it. You wondered if he enjoyed it.

You took a deep breath, trying to forget about Vinny sitting next to you, before looking at the screen again. They began fucking at this point. It was the first time you even noticed what watching porn was even like. You watched strangers chase each other’s high for your own entertainment.

You noticed the way the woman threw her head back as the guy pounded into her. She wasn’t fake-moaning, slight noises of enjoyment leaving her pink lips. Occasionally, there were words of praise exchanged between the two of them and you couldn’t help your mind wondering off again. You felt how your stomach started to heat up. You felt yourself shifting in your seat. You felt the way your mouth felt dry and you had to keep licking your lip to feel comfortable. The same way Vinny had to. You noticed how your nipples perked up slightly. How your crop top started to feel tight.

You were starting to get worked up and even though you put great afford into it, you couldn’t help but peak a glance at Vinny once in a while. His cheeks were tinted in a red tone and even though you tried not to, your gaze wondered to his pants. He was hard.

Your entire face and stomach went incredible hot at this sight, like you’d been suddenly standing in the hot summer sun. His hands that had become much more defined due to playing the drums so frequently, were laying on his thighs and he occasionally rubbed them against his black shorts like he was desperate to move them.

What shook you the most, though, was that you wanted him to move his hands.

You took a deep breath again, trying to calm your nerves. You couldn’t believe you just thought about your best friend masturbating next to you. You tried your utter best to lock those thoughts away but it didn’t even take a minute until your eyes settled back onto his figure. It intrigued you. He intrigued you.

You didn’t know how to ask him if he wanted to touch himself. You didn’t want to make it weird. But you desperately wanted to ease the tension in the room. You knew you yourself couldn’t hold back for much longer. Not that you didn’t have self-control but seeing him being so turned on by the movie, made you feel even more desperate.

Onscreen, the scene had totally changed a couple of times but you didn’t even notice one bit of it.

“Vinny?” You said, your voice sounding raspy. He made a quiet noise in response, almost sounding like a whimper. Fuck.

“You… I… I'm mean y-… You can…” You sighed before starting the sentence over. “You can touch yourself if you want.”

He swallowed and glanced over at you, looking at you for the first time since your whole dilemma had started. His beautiful eyes were dark and mirrored some kind of hunger, his cheeks flushed and you couldn’t deny how gorgeous he looked. “I-… I mean, you can too.”

“Yeah,” you gasped in response. “Yeah, it’s not weird.” 

With that the dam was broken. Any clear thought in your head that would have held you back even in the slightest, was washed over by how ridiculously turned on you were.

You took a deep breath before you fingers slipped past the waistband of your shorts. You were soaking wet at this point. For a short second you coated your fingers with your arousal before placing them on your clit. There was no going back. You began to circle your clit, chasing your high as you closed your eyes.

“Shit.” You slightly moaned and threw your head back on the backrest. Even though your common sense tried to ignore the presence of your best friend next to you, you couldn’t help but focus entirely on the fact he was there. You slightly looked at him again.

You were hearing him. Soft noises slipped past his lips, his hand slightly rubbing along his clothed erection.

“You don’t have to be shy, Vinny.” You breathed out, “I won’t mind.”

“Really?” He asked. You nodded quickly and he let out a relieved sigh. He leaned forward for a second and slipped out of his shirt, earning himself a surprised look of you.

“I don’t wanna wash it, I have just put it on before coming over.” He explained and you nodded with a sheepish smile, realizing what he implied. You tried to hide how you swallowed hard. You knew you shouldn’t have watched him. It was crossing the lines of what friends should and should not do, but you couldn’t help but realize how fucking good he looked.

He basically shoved his hand into his briefs to get some relief.

Onscreen, the girl gripped the sheets of the bed to hold herself together, while you realized your hand at grabbed the small blanket laying next to you, doing the exact same thing.

Your mind was racing. You didn’t know if you should blend Vinny out completely or let your thoughts win. It was like you needed him to be there and at the same time wondered if this would change anything. You knew this was wrong deep down, you knew this was crossing a line but then he made this noise. This sweet and soft moan that escaped his lips made your head go blank.

You peaked over at him and noticed his gaze was on you. On your hand that was between your lips. You were on fire, your chest heaving.

You knew both of you should have looked away, but you didn’t want to. You wanted to watch Vinny. You lifted your fingers to your lips for a second and licked them, causing him to let out a loader moan. You couldn’t do this anymore.

When you moved them between your thighs again and pushed them inside of you, you felt like Vinny was about to crumble into a million little pieces. The pace of his hand became faster and you couldn’t help but look at his member for a second. God, he was big.

As you curled your fingers to find the delicate spots inside of you, you feared this moment would be over any second. You wanted to stay like this for eternity. Watching Vinny get off to the scene of you doing the same. You loved how he looked.

“Don’t stop, Y/n.” He moaned out when he saw you slowing down for a second and that alone almost drove you over the edge. You didn’t know if it was your horniness but you wanted nothing but to kiss him. It felt like his whines and whimpers turned you into some sort of monster that craved him but right now you weren’t even clear enough to filter out your own thoughts.

The sight of Vinny with his member in his hand felt like an intense experience. The sort of experience that made you want to change your thoughts on life completely

“You’re so fucking pretty, Vin.” You moaned out, not holding back in the slightest. “I wish I could feel you.”

If it was even possible, his cheeks turned even more red. You felt your whole skin prickling. The movie in the background long forgotten. You were staring into each other’s souls at this point. If he hadn’t known everything about you at this point, now he definitely did. And so did you.

It felt like a long-awaited event when you finally reached your high. All the tension leaving your body in such immense waves you feared you would collapse. You moaned his name loudly as your head fell back in the backrest.

Then the moans fell from his lips. It almost felt like you would cum again when you saw him cum on his chest for a second, but you pressed your eyes closed for second to calm your thoughts.

You didn’t open them for a couple of minutes until the volume of the movie in front of you was turned down a little. You peaked through your eyelashes, seeing Vinny had cleaned himself and put his shirt on again.

You slowly leaned forward and stroked over your clothes, trying to smooth them out, in an attempt to drown out your incoming thoughts. You were hyper-aware of Vinny’s gaze.

“Everything alright?” You mumbled, trying to ease the tension between you.

“Yeah…” He mumbled and ran a hand through his hair. “Good movie… I guess.”

You didn’t really exchange any words, before Vinny sighed and mumbled. “I need to go home. Ricky asked if we would hangout on Discord after I get home from yours and I don’t want to leave him hanging for too long.”

You nodded, trying to gift him a small smile but all of the sudden you couldn’t look at him anymore. Not that you felt guilty or something, you just feared that those feelings would bubble up again.

“If you want I can call you afterwards and we can watch some dinosaur documentaries together.” Vinny then suggested and you laughed for a second.

“Yeah… okay.” You mumbled and put a strand of her behind your ear.

After that he quickly got up and left, leaving you with your thoughts.

After you cleaned up your living room and showered you quickly got ready for bed and awaited Vinny’s call when you realized he had texted you the second he had left.

Vin: god this was so hot

He was going to be your death.

DIVIDERS BY @saradika-graphics

[foliosriot]

Am I Fuckable?

my gif, please give credit if you use it. thank you!

pairing: vinny mauro x reader

warnings: lots of teasing. vinny being an annoying fuck (affectionate). unprotected p in v sex. hair pulling. vocal vinny for the win!! lots of love bites and hickeys. if i missed anything please let me know! 18+ only MDNI or i’ll block you.

a/n: this is heavily inspired and based on Photoshoot BTS 2019 from ricky’s youtube channel hehe

tags: @concretenoah @circle-with-me @smokeynaomi @popppylove @somebodyels3 @rottingfern @monotoniscreaming @bngurngheart @agravemisstake

New York City is insane.

Simply trying to find a parking spot in the middle of the night is difficult, and that alone is reason enough for you to never move here.

Ryan had been driving around the same couple blocks for what felt like hours searching for somewhere to park. You could hear AJ talking to, what you assume is, Ricky and his video camera. However you can’t tell what’s being said, everyone’s voices having melded together in your brain a long while ago.

You have your head resting on Vinny’s shoulder, the same position you’ve been in long before arriving in NYC. You had been attempting to sleep, and was successful at one point! Then the frustration and exhaustion permeating throughout the van was stifling and forced you awake.

The only place you know you’ll be able to properly fall asleep is the hotel bed that’s waiting for you.

It feels like an eternity before Vinny moves his hand from your thigh to your hand that had been resting limply in your lap. His fingers slot between yours, followed by a gentle squeeze.

“Hey, mama.” His voice is quiet in your ear. “We we can go up to the hotel now. Come on.”

You groan into Vinny’s shoulder but lift your head anyways. The interior lights of the van are on, and everyone is filing out. Vinny gives you a loving smile as he hops out as well, then turns to take your hand. You graciously but tiredly accept and allow him to help you exit the van to get your bags from the trunk.

With bags in hand and the vehicle locked, Ryan leads everyone back towards the parking garage entrance. You’re holding onto Vinny’s hand and attempting to lean your head on his shoulder once more as you walk. It’s proving to be a bit difficult, but you manage just well enough as you walk inside the hotel.

Your friends go a different direction as you, Vinny, and Ricky walk another way. You struggle to move your legs as exhaustion is settling into your limbs. But then Ricky’s unlocking one of the room doors and leading you and Vinny in.

Once in the hotel room, you blearily watch Ricky set his bags down before heading to the bathroom. While he’s in there Vinny helps you get undressed and into your pajamas, which consists of one of his t-shirts and a pair of leggings. The feeling of his warm hands against your skin is making you even sleepier.

He’s got you situated under the covers and your pillow is so soft and you’re just so tired…

What seems like only a second later Vinny is sliding in to bed next to you. In your half awake state you inch closer to him until he’s curling one of his arms around your body and pulling you into his chest. With your face buried in his neck you comfortably fall asleep.

In the morning, you’re rudely awoken by Vinny jostling around. Without opening your eyes you can tell he’s trying to get out of bed, but you still have your body wrapped around him, much like a koala bear.

“Baby, baby.” You feel Vinny’s hand running up and down your back. “You gotta let go of me so we can get ready.”

You mumble a bout of nonsense without releasing him from your grip. He chuckles softly. Then he’s kissing your head and proceeds to gently pry you off of him. You grumble and groan as your hands and arms are dislodged from your boyfriend, thus freeing him from the bed and you.

Vinny maneuvers you back in to a comfy position, and plants a trio of light kisses to your cheek.

“You can sleep for a few more minutes,” he murmurs in your ear. “Then you gotta get up, okay, babe?”

His voice is gentle as he talks to you, but you don’t want to listen to him. You want to stay in bed all day with him and cuddle until you’re set to leave New York. But you know you’ll have to get up eventually. So you grunt in response and listen to Vinny make his way to the bathroom.

A couple minutes later the hotel door opens and you lift your head at the smell of coffee. Ricky enters your line of sight and you see that he holds a tray of various drinks. He smiles when he notices you peeking out of the covers.

“Morning. Vin told me your order,” Ricky tells you as he approaches the bedside. He takes one of the drinks from the tray and holds it out for you. He waits until you’re shoving yourself out of the hotel blankets, and you go to take it from him.

“Thank you, Rick,” you say in a sleepy voice.

You go to take a sip of the drink he got. And as soon as the liquid meets your tongue you sigh in satisfaction. Vinny knew exactly what you would have wanted, and that has your heart swelling. You continue to drink the beverage as you watch Ricky set his and Vinny’s drinks down and go to pick up his camera. He does a quick little update while walking around the hotel room, appearing to be mindful to keep you out of shot because he knows you don’t like being on camera all that much.

Once you’ve downed most of your drink you decide it’s probably time for you to get ready. With the remainder of your drink on the nightstand and your feet on the floor, you gather the clothes you’ll need for the day and your toiletries before knocking on the bathroom door. You find it unlocked and go in.

From behind the shower curtain Vinny calls out your name.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you answer back, setting down your things on the countertop and on the lid of the toilet. “Hope it’s okay if I’m in here getting ready.”

“Totally okay, babe,” Vinny replies over the sound of the water. “Almost done anyways.”

You pay no mind to his words whilst changing out of your pajamas, letting them settle in a pool of fabric off to the side on the tile. You’re slipping on a fresh pair of undergarments just as the shower water turns off. Then the curtain is pushed open and you watch Vinny step out through the condensation that’s accumulated on the surface of the mirror. He pauses when he sees you standing there. Then he’s stepping up behind you, the heat of his body radiating at your back. The smell of his shampoo is suddenly overwhelming. And his hands are resting tentatively on your hips.

The small space is steadily growing more and more suffocating. Your stomach is tightening at the feeling of Vinny’s hands on your skin, now firmly holding onto you. The buzzing hum of the fan is the only sound, and it has your head spinning. Or it’s because Vinny is now pressed up right against you.

“Vin.”

There's a slight warning in your voice, but you’re quiet when you say it. You can feel Vinny’s breath on your shoulder and neck. You then meet his gaze through the mirror’s fog. His eyes are dark and there is a very specific emotion nestled in their depths that ignites a dull fire deep down in your gut.

“Vinny.”

This time, you force your voice to be firmer. Your heart is racing, your ears are ringing, and you can feel slivers of water running down your backside from wherever Vinny’s own body has made contact with yours. He blinks slowly, humming his acknowledgement.

“You need to dry off,” you remind him, your voice undoubtedly wavering.

Vinny doesn’t say anything. All he does is lean in and presses his lips to you, his breath scalding hot against your bare skin. Neither of you speak while he’s leaving prolonged, open-mouthed kisses from one shoulder to the base of your neck, and then all the way across to the other shoulder.

With each touch of his lips a wave of goosebumps flutters down your body. Your spine is tingling and you’re struggling to repress a shudder. Vinny’s hands are ascending slowly, his fingers grazing roughly along your stomach and ribcage.

You aren’t quite sure what’s gotten into him, but you’re enjoying it. He nips gently at your flesh and it has you leaning your head back.

At one particular spot on your shoulder, Vinny takes his time. He’s gnawing and sucking at your skin. His tongue meets the hickey before he’s biting at it, and you’re seeing stars.

But then he’s pulling away. The warmth of his body suddenly disappears, and your head is forced back up. You whip around to see Vinny casually drying himself off, to which he proceeds to wrap the towel around his frame and then exits the bathroom with a soft click of the door.

And now, you are incredibly confused while simultaneously craving Vinny’s touch once more.

What the fuck was that for?

With confusion encasing your veins, you manage to finish getting ready in the confines of the tiny bathroom. Your breathing is slightly labored and you have been muttering to yourself for the past few minutes, cursing Vinny’s name.

When you’re done in the bathroom, you gather your things and walk out into the room. Sitting down on the bed you’re sharing with Vinny you pull on your shoes and throw your hair up with the hair-tie on your wrist, then proceed to scroll through your phone.

Ricky has his camera out and you’re only half listening to the conversation at hand. You had seen Vinny fiddling with the buttons of the suit jacket he had on, but you rightfully ignored him.

“Are you not supposed to button the top one or the bottom one?” Vinny asks.

“Uh, I don’t think you’re supposed to button the bottom one,” Ricky answers him hesitantly.

Vinny continues messing with his suit as he faces the large mirror on the opposite side of the room, the one hanging on the wall behind you. You look up from your phone to see him looking at himself in the mirror, then turning your attention back to the screen with an inaudible scoff.

“Dang, I’m fuckin’ hot,” he says. And it’s almost embarrassing how quick you are to glance back up at him.

God, you have no idea, you asshole.

You bite down on your tongue, and say nothing.

“What do you think, camera? Am I fuckable?” You’re beginning to taste copper on your tastebuds. “I think I’m not.”

Vinny laughs softly, and it has your pulse thumping even harder. You barely hear his exchange with Ricky because the blood roaring in your ears is far too loud.

He steps past you and gives you a sweet smile. You aren’t able to properly process the gesture until he’s already out of sight.

You’re hoping Ricky doesn’t notice how your demeanor has changed now that Vinny isn’t present. You can feel your face reddening with blush, and you know your overall vibe has shifted. If Ricky does notice, that’s a disaster just waiting to happen.

Once Vinny is done in the bathroom, after having changed his clothes, the three of you gather all of your things before leaving the room. You were the one to grab the keycards so you hung back to stuff them into your bag while Ricky and Vinny headed towards the elevators.

And with this moment to yourself you take a very deep, grounding breath. Then you’re walking away from your little bubble of quiet, trying to ignore the simmering heat at the base of your stomach.

Vinny is talking to the camera when you walk up. You choose to remain at Ricky’s back.

“We’re about to go to the photography studio.” The elevator dings and the doors slide open. You watch Ricky walk in backwards as he keeps the camera on Vinny. You hesitate before stepping in. “And wait a really long time to get our pictures taken. And then once our pictures are taken, they’ll be added to publications, posters, tour ad, MADS. Just anything you can think of.”

Through the floor to ceiling mirrors of the elevator you can clearly see Vinny smile at the camera just as the doors are opening. Vinny reaches back to grab your hand and pull you after him, with Ricky following close behind.

Ryan, Justin, and AJ are waiting for you when you step out of the hotel proper. Their voices bounce off the concrete walls of the parking garage and accumulate just to harshly harmonize in your ears. You grind your teeth as everyone finally gets in to the van.

In the van you choose to sit beside Ricky in the second row, leaving Vinny and Justin alone in the back. Vinny had pouted when he saw you slide into the seat next to Ricky, but thankfully hadn’t said anything. You’re not sure what you would have done if he had, indeed, said something.

Ryan is pulling out of the parking garage and AJ is addressing the camera in Ricky’s hands; meanwhile, Vinny has shifted forward in his seat to press a kiss to your head. It has your potent anxiety easing its death grip on your heart. Until he’s pressing another kiss to the exposed skin just behind your ear. Your anxiety immediately spikes as he rests his head to the back of your skull for a few more moments.

“I love you,” he murmurs. With one more kiss to that exposed skin he finally leans back in his seat.

You mumble the three words back to him, though you know he couldn’t hear. You loose a light sigh and internally prepare for a long day.

Because of your position as Motionless In White’s MUA, the only reason you came on this trip was to help with makeup. Well, that, and because Vinny wanted you to come with so badly.

So, having arrived at the photography studio, you began setting up the things you would need at one of the vanities provided.

And you know the guys would have been just fine doing their own makeup without you there. However, Vinny is ever persistent and slightly annoying when it comes to these things. So you had agreed to come with, despite having told Chris it wouldn’t be a big deal if you couldn’t tag along.

But Chris being Chris, he had been more than happy to have you be there.

Yay.

Now, here you are, helping Ryan with his makeup as you watch Vinny and Ricky mess around with Ricky’s camera. You keep them in your periphery as to not get distracted and mess up what you’re doing. But that duo is severely distracting, and you nearly mess up what your current task when you catch yourself watching Vinny for a moment too long.

(Actually, it was Ryan asking if you were okay, thus snapping you out of your daze.)

As you’re finishing up helping Ryan, Vinny waltzes over to you. He casually grabs at your waist when he halts beside you. You’re surprised you don’t implode at the contact.

“Okay, you’re all good to go,” you rush out to Ryan.

Ryan gives you a small smile. “Thanks,” he says as he looks into the vanity’s mirror. “You always make me look so much cooler than I actually am.”

“Pfft, shut the fuck up, you’re always cool,” you tell him, as you’re desperately trying to ignore Vinny’s presence.

Ryan thanks you again whilst getting up from the seat you’d had him sitting in, and he walks over to where Chris is currently getting his photos taken. Which leaves you alone with Vinny for the time being. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and it’s causing your head to spin like a top.

Vinny pulls you closer to him, until you’re falling into his chest. He has himself propped up against the vanity and had simply tugged you towards him until gravity took over, and had you almost toppling over onto him. But the arm now around your waist is tight and firm as he keeps his hold on you.

“Hi,” he greets you in a soft voice.

“Hi,” you say back, and you hate how breathless you sound.

“You okay?” he asks. He takes his free hand and plays with a piece of hair that had come loose. His fingers keep brushing your heated cheek, and you are almost at your limit.

You don’t respond right away. Instead, you flick your gaze all over Vinny’s face for a few moments, just taking in his features and the makeup that is painting his skin. That burning hot knot is sizzling in your stomach, and sinking lower and lower as the seconds go by. It’s honestly remarkable you haven’t dragged Vinny off to a secluded corner yet.

You breathe in deeply.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you tell him.

Vinny locks eyes with you and smiles softly; you’re sure you could even call it innocent with the way his eyes are crinkling just slightly.

“Just wanted to make sure,” he says.

Someone calls his name and you both know it’s his turn to get his individual photos taken. He leans in to kiss you, and you think you may be hallucinating when you feel his tongue shoving its way into your mouth.

But you don’t have time to process that before he’s stepping away and heading over to the photographer. You’re left even more confused than this morning. And you definitely do not like whatever game Vinny is playing.

Now that you have nothing to do, you step off to the side and watch Vinny get his photos done, despite the anger and frustration rippling through you. Seeing him be so nonchalant and unbothered has your blood boiling and your head pounding.

“Yeah, fuckable, my ass,” you mutter under your breath.

“Sorry, what?”

“Holy shit!”

The jumpscare’s origin comes from your right, to which you turn and see Chris looking at you. He has a concerned look on his face, despite the bemused quirk of his lips, and almost seems sheepish as you brace a hand on your chest. Your heart is racing from beneath your palm as you face him. With your other hand you swat at him.

“Don’t fucking do that, Chris!” you scold him. “You could’ve given me a heart attack, you dick.”

Chris chuckles. “Jesus, sorry,” he says through the small smile he wears. “I won’t do it again.”

You roll your eyes. You know he’ll do it again.

“Okay, but I’m curious now. What were you talking to yourself about that had you saying ‘fuckable, my ass’?” he asks. “And don’t say nothing.”

You sigh heavily, dropping your arms to hang limply at your sides. You glance over at Vinny for only a moment. But Chris is not very discreet as he follows your gaze.

“Ohhhh,” he muses. He looks back at you. “Yeah, that’ll do it, I’m sure.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you mutter as you whack Chris in the chest once more. “He’s an asshole. And it would make me feel better if you just agreed with me.”

Chris gives you a small smile. “Oh, yeah, of course. Vinny is an asshole for reasons unknown.”

“I hate you.”

The smile on Chris’ face grows as he says, “Love you too.”

You glare up at him before he walks away. You’re beginning to nibble on your lip when you see him approach Ricky, and the two men immediately fall in to conversation.

But they’re both glancing over at you from time to time. And your blood is uncomfortably hot.

Throughout the rest of the time you’re at the photography studio you keep to yourself. Vinny is still pissing you off and seems to have noticed your mood. And whether or not he knows he is the sole cause and primary aggravator, well, that is still up for debate. He hasn’t tried to touch you or talk to you since you had finished Ryan’s makeup, however long ago that was. But it’s honestly quite alright; if Vinny had tried to even step towards you, you probably would have done something you’d regret in the end.

Once the photoshoot is complete, you begin packing up your things as everyone else changes and removes their makeup. The studio staff are taking down the lights and the backdrop the band had been posed in front of. You tune out all the noise as you continue putting all of your makeup supplies back into your bag, hoping you can finish your task without anyone acknowledging you.

But god forbid you have any peace.

Justin comes up to you, his face clean and wearing his normal attire. The sight of him does, however, release a minute amount of tension from your chest.

“Hey, we’re gonna head to a bar for some drinks and food,” he informs you. “You wanna come with? It’s, like, a block from the hotel so you could leave whenever you want.”

You could not be any more thankful for Justin than you are in this present moment. He is unknowingly giving you an out so you could rot alone in the hotel room until everyone gets back from the bar. You could fucking kiss him right now.

You’re about to give Justin your answer when Vinny sidles up next to you. He immediately throws an arm around your torso, and he slips his hand beneath your shirt before he is subtly digging his fingers into the flesh of your hip. Your pulse is positively erratic at the contact; it would be a miracle if Vinny couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“You comin’ out with us?” he asks you as he shoots Justin a glance. You watch Justin scowl at Vinny for a split second before they’re both looking at you.

And the way Vinny is staring at you has you burning all over.

His soft brown eyes are tracing your features, but there is a heat to them that you have seen countless times today alone. The blood coursing through your veins no longer feels like a raging, untamable fire. Instead, it burns like an acid eating away at your nervous system and sheer will. And god fucking dammit, you can’t say no to Vinny.

“Uh, y-yeah, I’ll go,” you tell the two men. You look back at Justin. “I’ll go for a couple hours, I guess.”

“Awesome. Let’s go,” Vinny says with a smile.

Justin turns and walks away, thus abandoning you in your time of need. Your heart is beating out of your chest. You need Vinny to back away, or you’re going to burst into flames.

Vinny pecks your cheek but his lips linger on your skin. He squeezes your side, and you can feel the gentle stroke of his thumb on your hip bone. His mouth shifts to yours, but he doesn’t kiss you. No, instead of kissing you, he just lets his lips rest against your own. You’re dizzy as you breathe him in and your eyes have slipped closed and you need him so badly—

“Mama,” Vinny breathes into your mouth. “We gotta go.”

He’s moving back before you find the strength to speak. But he’s already pulling away when you manage to blink away the haze over your eyes. Frustration encases your heart and mind when he sticks out his hand, wordlessly asking you to take it and follow him. Well, good thing you would follow him to the ends of the earth, or else you would be feeling very differently right now. You say nothing as you thread your fingers through his, letting him lead you out of the studio.

On the drive back in the direction of the hotel, you were able to convince AJ to let you have shotgun, so he could be stuck in the back and you could theoretically be miles away from Vinny. You were quiet as Ryan drove, once again blocking out the conversation in the van and watching New York pass by in a blur.

Ryan parks back in the hotel’s parking garage. Everyone hops out and then makes their outside in the direction of the bar. Vinny hurries to your side to hold your hand, and doesn’t try anything on the short walk. It honestly has you infuriated.

The bar is small and cozy. It’s got a comforting rustic vibe to it, and there are already a handful patrons scattered around. There’s a few sitting at the bar itself and a couple others seated at the tables throughout the space. You notice that no one is over at the pool table playing a game. You almost walk over there before Vinny is detaching himself from you just to do the same with AJ, Justin, and Chris.

Grumbling under your breath you step towards the bar instead. You sit down on one of the stools and patiently wait for the bartender. The music playing through a series of speakers is distracting you, at least.

The bartender, a large man with a short bushy beard and tattoos crawling up his exposed neck and arms, approaches you. He has a kind smile on his face as he stands in front of you on the other side of the counter.

“Evenin’. What can I get for ya, darlin’?” he asks, a slight twang to his voice. There’s a kind gleam in his eyes as he watches you.

You hesitate for a moment before you say, “Gin and coke, please.”

“Comin’ right up.”

He steps away to make your drink, and your eyes immediately trail back to the pool table on the opposite end of the room. Vinny is clearly taking his turn in the game happening right now. He’s bent over the table with the pool cue angled at one of the scattered balls atop the green felt. Then he jerks his arm and the white ball strikes into a cluster of solids and stripes. You hear him groan in frustration.

His hair bounces on his shoulders as he steps back for the next person’s turn. There’s still that ache all the way down in your center, and you cannot possibly stand it any longer. You slot your tongue between your teeth and bite down as hard as you can.

Just then, the bartender walks back over to you and sets down your gin and coke on the wooden surface of the bar with a napkin beneath it.

“There you go, darlin’,” he says.

“God, thank you so much,” you tell him with a slight smile. You reach into your bag and hand him your card.

The man takes your card to pay for your drink and you’re left alone once more. You sip at your beverage, relishing in the feeling of the alcohol on your tastebuds. You’re wanting to get some sleep tonight so you are only planning on the one drink, so you’re going to savor the taste.

But then your card is back with you and your eyes are darting around the bar. And there is Vinny, that motherfucker. It doesn’t seem to be his turn yet, so he’s leaning up against the wall and watching Justin play. Vinny’s face lights up when he smiles at his friend’s obvious failure. His laugh carries across the room, the sound ten times louder than the music to your ringing ears.

It’s difficult, but you manage to finally look away from Vinny, purposefully ignoring his presence in your peripheries. You need to distract yourself from the image of him laughing and talking with his friends.

That’s how you end up making eye contact with Ricky, who had definitely already been watching you. He’s sitting at the bar closest to the pool table. There’s a barely-there smirk on his face. You pinch your eyebrows together in confusion and tilt your head a bit in a silent question of what’s up. All he does is raise his own brow in reply.

Then he’s flicking his gaze off to the side, and you don’t have to guess in order to know what he’s referring to. Ricky meets your eyes once more and you send him a mean glare with your middle finger aimed in his direction. You see him chuckle a bit before you’re turning away.

You’re trying your best to keep both Vinny and Ricky out of your sights, which results in you playing with the hair-tie encircling your wrist. But then your phone buzzes from its position on the bar before you.

Ricky Whore-or: Chris said I can bunk with him tonight btw. We’re gonna leave in a few minutes to grab my stuff from our hotel room

You’re going to kill that man.

You look up from your phone to see Ricky looking at his own phone as he talks to Chris. Then he sets the device down and you receive another text.

Ricky Whore-or: P.S. you’re not very subtle, so don’t ever say I’ve never done anything for you ;)

Yeah, you’re gonna fucking kill him.

You don’t bother replying to his texts or acknowledging his existence any more. The alcohol settling in your stomach suddenly feels like lead.

A few minutes later you’re joined at the bar by Ryan. He has a beer in his hand and he strikes up a conversation with you. He may not know it, but he is doing you a great service by distracting you. Because you aren’t sure how long you two had been talking and laughing for before you notice your glass is empty and his is gone as well, another opened bottle sitting next to it.

Before you know it, you see Ricky, Chris, and AJ waving goodbye and leaving the bar. Ricky sends you a smug smile that you flip him off for. He just laughs and disappears from view.

Maybe another twenty minutes later is when Vinny finally comes over to you. Justin is on his heels, and sits down on the stool on the other side of Ryan. Vinny chooses to stand right behind you with an arm curling around you. You notice his grip is much tighter than what it has been previously today.

“You guys staying?” Vinny’s question is directed at his bandmates. There’s a vague hardness to his voice that has your eyebrows scrunching with confusion.

“Yeah, we’ll catch up in a few minutes,” Ryan says as Justin nods.

Vinny is then immediately tugging you to your feet and dragging you towards the door. You quickly say goodnight to Ryan and Justin before you’re outside of the bar.

The short walk back to the hotel is fast paced, with Vinny gripping your hand and essentially dragging you after him. You consider saying something to ease the apparent tension mingling in between you. But Vinny doesn’t appear to be interested in conversing so you keep quiet.

When you make it to the hotel and go for the elevator, Vinny keeps an arm around you, like you would float away if he let go. And then you’re stepping out of the elevator then down the hall to your room. You fish out the keycard and unlock the door.

The moment the door shuts behind you and you hear the indicating click of it being locked once more Vinny’s hands are on you. He turns you around to face him, and his lips are immediately on yours.

Your hands cup either side of his face while his are grabbing at your waist. Your lips are moving against each other haphazardly, with little to no grace in the act. He’s licking into your mouth and you whine as he shuffles you backwards.

The backs of your legs make contact with the bed, then Vinny is lowering you onto the mattress. He leans down with you, careful not to break the heated kiss.

Vinny’s hands are roving all over your body; he can’t seem to make up his mind and touch you in a singular place. One of his hands snakes up your shirt and the other moves to rest on your neck. You shudder slightly at the sudden sting of his cold rings on your skin.

But then he’s pulling away. Disappointment flashes in your chest as you watch him sit up through hooded eyes, although he keeps the one hand gently gripping your neck. You’re caged in by his legs, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s going to continue this stupid game of his.

You grab at his shirt and tightly bunch the fabric up in your fists.

“Vin, what the fuck?” you snap.

He looks down you with a weird look on his face.

“What?” he pants above you. “What do you mean what the fuck?”

“First, the bathroom this morning—“ His thumb brushing at the center of your throat has you faltering for a moment. “A-And then constantly touching me and teasing me. I have needed you all day. God, you’re a fucking asshole.”

Vinny’s lips stretch into a grin in realization.

“I love teasing you and getting you all worked up,” he admits. He leans back into your space and begins pressing kisses to your jawline. “It’s just.. so much fun.”

Your eyes are threatening to roll back in your head as Vinny makes his way down your jaw to your pulse point. He stops his kisses and proceeds to nip and suck at your skin, carelessly giving you a hickey that will definitely be hard to cover up in the morning.

“But at the bar…” His voice vibrates against your throat. “Maybe I’d teased you a little too much. Maybe I was being an asshole … But you were too close to Ryan and he was making you laugh—“

“Oh, my god.” You laugh at Vinny’s halfhearted admission. He bites your skin in retaliation. “Y-You were jealous of Ryan? Jesus christ, Vin. I love Ryan, but is he the one on top of me right now?”

Vinny mumbles into your neck before he’s pulling away and looking down at you. His face is flushed and his lips are swollen and red. You speak again before he has a chance to.

“Maybe I should flirt with your bandmates more often if it means you’ll take me to bed afterwards,” you remark casually with a smile.

You were trying to be joking and playful, but Vinny doesn’t look amused. He’s glaring down at you with his mouth in a tight line. You then prop yourself up on your elbows so your face is closer to his.

“Hey. I love you, okay?” you tell him. You see his eyes catch on your lips as you talk. “I’m in love with you, not anyone else. I’m sorry, baby. I love you.”

Vinny stays quiet for a moment. Then his hand is back at your throat, a very light pressure being applied by his fingertips. You gasp sharply at the suddenness of the act, but you can see Vinny’s eyes gradually softening at he continues to look down at you.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs.

You offer him a smile, to which he returns.

“Now, can you do something, please?” you ask.

“Yeah? Like what?” Vinny leans back in to kiss you. But this is slow and steady, an agonizing pace compared to a few minutes ago.

You hum into the kiss without bothering to attempt at replying. Vinny is languidly kissing you, taking his sweet time and savoring every touch of your lips. He pries your mouth open with his tongue and there’s a sliver of your being that believes he may be trying to devour you whole.

You’re growing restless, however. As much as you love the slow make outs, right now, you need more.

So you’re fisting Vinny’s shirt and trying to push it up his body, but he stops you before you’re able to achieve your goal. He wordlessly sits up and pulls off his shirt and jacket. You reach out to touch him, but again, he’s stopping you before that can happen. Because his hands are dragging your own shirt off of you and his mouth is all over your stomach and chest.

His teeth sink into your flesh at random intervals. You know there are going to be countless hickeys and love bites from your navel all the way up to your neck, and you are totally fine with that.

Vinny works his way down your torso until he reaches the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you and grins when he sees how flustered and red you are. The sight of him smiling between your legs should not be that hot, but you love it too much to stop it.

As he’s working on getting your pants off, you slip out of your bra and toss it away blindly. The way he looks back up at you once your legs are free of your bottoms (and underwear) and your chest is bare has you biting back a moan.

“Sit up,” Vinny says. His voice is low and rough, and you do not hesitate to sit on the bed with your legs bent beneath you.

Vinny takes off the rest of his clothes at the foot of the bed. Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth as you watch him undress, until he is completely naked. You think you taste blood, but it’s a little too late to check or care with Vinny crawling back towards you.

He grabs the back of your head and pushes you into him, your hands grabbing at the roots of his hair. He’s kissing you with much more aggression and hunger, and there’s nothing you can do from moaning against his lips. And the sound of Vinny also humming and moaning into your mouth has a persistent pulse throbbing in your cunt.

With his other hand, Vinny gently shoves your legs open. The unexpected cool air against your pussy has your grip in his hair tightening. Then his fingers are gliding through your wet folds and you keen against him at the sensation.

A high pitched moan escapes you when one of his fingers presses its way inside you. The feeling has you breaking the kiss and throwing your head back as Vinny slowly works you open.

“Doing so good, baby,” Vinny murmurs into your collarbone. His teeth scrape against your skin just as he’s shoving another digit inside of you.

Your walls seize around his fingers when he begins to pick up his pace. You cry out in pleasure and relish in the strained noises Vinny’s making against the column of your throat.

That white hot coil that has been plaguing you all day is finally going to meet its end. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and you grind down into Vinny’s hand to make it come sooner. And he obliges, by pressing his thumb into your clit, adding just enough pressure and extra movement to have you coming undone.

You moan loudly at your much needed release, and Vinny continues to fuck his fingers in and out of you until you’re relaxing against him.

It didn’t take much for you to come, but Vinny doesn’t seem bothered. With hazy eyes you watch him take those same fingers that had just been inside you and lick them clean. You moan lightly at the sight.

Vinny doesn’t wait for you to recover before he’s pulling you into his lap. His hard cock is pressing against your folds, and that stupid heated knot is finding its way back to its original place deep down in your belly.

“Vin,” you whine at him. “Vin, please—“

But he’s reconnecting your mouths and you taste yourself on his tongue. It makes your head spin and you’re humming into him again.

And you’re so lost in the kiss that you don’t notice right away how Vinny is working his cock into you. With one arm around your waist and the other carefully guiding you down onto him. The feeling of finally being filled by him is nearly overwhelming.

When he’s bottomed out he pulls away from you by a few inches. His eyes are blown with desire and you think you can see your own reflected back at you.

Vinny begins moving and you tug harshly at his hair. He hisses at the sharp pain that splices through his scalp, but keeps thrusting up into you. You push back down against him, and you work out a steady rhythm that has the head of Vinny’s cock hitting that one spot inside you that makes you see stars.

An entire galaxy flashes across your vision. There are now two arms around your torso, and the tightness of them is comforting as you continue rocking against Vinny.

In the space between you there are the sounds of shared panting and moaning and you swear you hear a muttered “Feel so good, mama.” Even if you had imagined it, it still makes you move your hips faster.

You can feel your second orgasm approaching rapidly. Your body is clenching around Vinny, his thrusts growing more uncoordinated. You’re both so close.

“Vin— Ah, ah—“ He’s biting your neck again. “Vinny baby, ‘m so—“

“I know. Come on, baby.” His breath is scorching hot on your neck and shoulder. “Ah— Come for me, baby.”

A moment later you’re coming with Vinny’s name on your lips, another brilliant series of stars and nebulas dotting your vision. His continued thrusts helps you through your high, especially when his arms tense around you as you feel him stiffen then he’s coming in you.

Everything feels amplified — every breath, every inch of skin being on fire, every bead of sweat that drips down your body.

All you feel is Vinny.

Vinny, Vinny, Vinny.

And god, the friction of skin on skin as he’s pulling out makes you dizzy.

Vinny lays you back on the bed and you blearily watch him enter the bathroom then return a few moments later. He hovers above you as he gently wipes your legs and pelvis clean with a damp washcloth, his touch comforting and light. He’s cautious in his work.

Your fingers are aching from how hard you had been clutching at the strands of hair on Vinny’s head, much like a vise. As he gets you both under the covers, he sees you flexing your hands lazily. He begins to massage at the joints of each individual finger and you let him.

You shift closer to him so your head is resting in the crook of his neck. He absentmindedly tangles your legs together as he keeps on with his task.

“I love you,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

“I love you, too,” Vinny says back. And you can hear the smile in his voice.

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[chemical-killjoy]

Eternally Yours

Chris Motionless x Female Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 4.4k O_O

Summary: Basically a fanfic of the eternally yours music video, if the reader was the girl in the video

Author's Note: I know I have a bunch of asks, and I'm getting to them, I swear, but I finally finished this after like, 4 months... so... ta da?

It was tough watching the love of your life, your best friend, getting it on with someone you hate. But you soothed yourself with the fact that it was all for the cameras.

Motionless in White were shooting the music video for their new song 'eternally yours', and being his best friend, Chris jumped to have you on the project. You were one of the best light technicians after all... Plus it was fun to work with you. Chris wouldn't admit it, but he missed you.

And while working with Chris was always fun, having a tall, skinny, blonde model (who thought she was God's gift to the world) making out with him... it didn't exactly help your self esteem. He was perfect. So was she. Why would he ever like you? He'd never go for someone like you when he could have Chloe.

Speak of the devil, you thought, as Chloe sauntered up to you.

“Y/N, I need my skinny mocha.” She demanded.

“I do lights?” You said, frustrated and waiting for her to understand.

“And I'm needed on camera. Hurry up.” The blonde walked away before you could argue.

You rolled your eyes and mentally cursed her. Then you heard a thump and a scream.

“No! My ankle!!” Chloe was on the floor, screaming over a mildly twisted ankle and performing the tantrum of her life. “I can't do this stupid job, I deserve better!”

And that was the fastest working karma you'd ever seen... It also came back to bite you on the ass.

“What?! Me? There's no way. I am NOT that pretty, or seductive, I can't do it!” You begged.

“Come on Y/N, please. There's no one else to do it, and you look perfect for the part! Please, we need this video shot by the end of the day, you know that. Plus, there's no one I'd be more comfortable with.” Chris begged you to step in.

“I don't know.”

Chris smiled at you with pleading eyes and you knew you were done.

“Fine. But I'm going to need hair and makeup.”

You looked in the mirror. The reflection you saw, you hated. It wasn't some succubus, it was gross. You hated seeing yourself in such a small outfit. You were too insecure, what were you thinking agreeing to this?! Plus, you'd have to actually kiss Chris. While you desperately wanted to, did you really want it to all be fake? What if it makes things awkward? You were in the midst of a mental spiral when you heard and knocking on the door and a familiar voice.

“Y/N, you decent?” Chris asked.

“Um, yeah. You can come in.”

Chris slowly opened the door, and his eyes widened when he saw you. You hugged your stomach nervously.

Chris made a kind of sputtering noise before mumbling “wow”, which you weren't supposed to hear. The word make your lips turn up.

“Uh, Y/N, you look spectacular.” He said, standing next to you in the mirror, and admiring you. You looked away, blushing.

“No, I don't. You have to say that. You're my friend.”

“Friend...” Chris said softly. “No, I don't have to say that. You truly look phenomenal. Dare I say, sexy.” Chris brushed some hair over your shoulder, turning to face you. Right then, the buzzer rang, summoning you to the set.

You cleared your throat.

You were about to walk out the door when you turned back to Chris.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said, without missing a beat.

“This won't change our friendship right? I just don't want things to be weird.”

A voice called from down the hall, asking you to hurry up.

You walked away.

It took a bit, but after some friendly cat-calls and whistles from the crew, you had the confidence to try to be seductive. You felt a little awkward, walking around the red and blue lighting and just looking around dramatically, but you trusted the director.

Next, you got in the coffin. With David, the director, shouting orders, you got into the part and began to have fun with it, playing model. Your confidence grew and your performance got better and better, until David decided enough was enough.

“Alright, Chris, get in there.”

Suddenly the anxiety returned.

You watched Chris in his suit walk around mysteriously in the lights and tried not to allow a shiver to go through you when he looked down at your lips and removed his glove.

“Y/N, you're the woman, you're not supposed to be so hard.”

The crew chuckled and you rolled your eyes, embarrassed that your anxiety was so obvious.

“Hey, you OK with this?” Chris whispered.

“Ye-yes. Yeah. Just. Out of my comfort zone.” You replied, before raising your voice. “Any directions, boss-man?”

“Just, act like you're a complete whore. You would die to touch him, you need him like oxygen. You're excited, get a little wiggle going on, yes?”

Mentally screaming at him, you nodded your head, and looked at Chris with daggers in your eyes. He couldn't hold in the laugh. Suddenly you were both laughing so hard you nearly fell back into the coffin, and Chris nearly fell in on top of you, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Oh come on, now your make up is all crinkled, everybody, take five! Y/N, go to hair and make up, and Chris... never mind.” David trailed off, you and Chris still giggling as he helped you out of the coffin. You fumbled a little in the stilettos, but Chris held you around your waist til you got your balance.

“Let's go.”

“David was right, you know,” Chris said, words you thought you'd never hear as you walked to hair and make up.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Not like that! I mean, you just seemed super tense, stiff.” You chuckled at the innuendo. “C'mon Y/N, I'm serious. Am I doing something wrong? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, OK? So just tell me.”

“... I- complete honesty?”

“Always, you know that.”

“I'm scared... I'm scared that if we kiss you'll be disgusted by me or it'll change our friendship and I'll lose you. I don't want to kiss you for the first time in front of cameras and people—I mean, I don't want to kiss anyone for the first time in front of cameras—I mean, your opinion matters to me, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N. Breathe. Yeah?” Chris said, stopping walking to grab you by the shoulders and look you in the eye with a half smile that made you melt. “Would it help if, uh,” Chris looked to the side and nervously rubbed his hands. “If we kiss now, before cameras or anything. You can tell me what you like and what you don't so I don't fuck up,” he said before adding “It'd look better on camera if we're actually enjoying it, right?”.

You bit your lip and stepped closer. Chris brushed your hair behind your head and you couldn't help but turn into his hand a bit as he did, before looking up to his dark brown eyes. He stepped in til your bodies were nearly against each other, and lent down to softly brush your lips with his. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You looped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips hard against him. The kiss was fire, and within moments you felt Chris's tongue against your lips, asking for entrance. You stood frozen in time, exploring each other as much as you dared before eventually breaking away for air.

You both stood there, entangled and breathing hard, looking away with small smiles.

“Um, so yeah, if you just do that it'll be fine.” You said, with a breathy voice and a little laugh. Chris joined in, and to your dismay, pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah definitely like that.” He said with a wink, before continuing the walk to hair and make up with his hands in his pockets. You stood still for a moment, hand to your lips, before walking fast to catch up.

You re-filmed the start of the shot after talking with Chris about what you were comfortable with (“well, we're in character, right? Just go for what feels right, and if I'm uncomfortable I'll stop you. Same goes for you.” to which Chris replied “You better let me know, I never want to hurt you.”). Chris walked up to you, and took his glove off. The look in his eye sent a shiver down your spine as you arched your back and lent across the coffin, convincing yourself you were leaning into the part and not Chris. But instead of kissing you, Chris brushed the hair from your face, and placed his head against yours, shutting his eyes. The tension was too much for you to bear as he lent down and rubbed his face against yours, kissing you without doing so, breath against your neck sparking electricity through your veins. You returned the motion, nuzzling into the man. But where Chris's hand had been around the back of your neck, he shifted his hands to be around your throat, lifting you up for better access to surprise you with a fierce, open-mouthed kiss.

It was like the man was trying to torture you. Or ruin you in the best way. You lent further into the kiss, deepening it.

“And cut! Perfect, we'll get all the kissing done at the same time to not waste the lipstick, yeah?” David said, ruining everything.

Chris helped you out of the coffin and you prayed you wouldn't slip and suffer the same fate and Chloe (not that you'd let a sprained ankle stop you now), and David guided you both to an empty area with a few blue lights around.

“OK. Now. I want you guys to make out. Just go for it. Chris, I want you to ravish her.” David directed.

At this point, you looked at Chris and just shrugged. He laughed and pulled you flush against him by the waist, both of you with cheeky grins.

“You ready to start filming?” Chris asked, an air of mischief in his voice.

Before David even said yes, Chris's lips were on yours again. It started a little sloppy and silly, but turned slower and more passionate fast, your hands cupping Chris' cheek, his arms around you only drawing you in closer, impossibly so. Chris broke the kiss and whispered in your ear.

“I'm going to do something, if you don't like it, just stop me, OK?” he spoke in a low whisper, and you didn't have to pretend to be turned on.

“I trust you.” You breathed back.

Then suddenly Chris was kissing your neck, then your chest. You arched your back to grant him better access, and stroked his neck as he sucked on the soft skin of your collarbone. It was all you could do to hold back a moan. When he pulled away and looked up at you, you could have died. Suddenly you felt too tense to kiss him again, scared you'd convey how much you need him, as Y/N, not the character in the music video. You turned your away, and then it was time to touch up your lipstick and a break before once more getting in the coffin.

You were drinking icy water and trying to calm yourself down from the growing heat and anxiety within you. You tried to compose yourself. You didn't want to be a creep, it's not exactly like he's consenting to you getting off from his acting. And that's all it was. Acting. Just... really convincing. You tried to reason with yourself and prepare yourself for the sex scene.

There was another knock on the dressing room door.

“Come in.”

Chris walked in, immaculate in his suit, but a concerned look in his dark eyes.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?” You responded, feigning innocence.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was OK. Did I cross a line? You know you can always stop me Y/N, I know you've been through shit and I don't want to ever hurt you, I'm really sor-”

“Chris, Chris, it's fine. You didn't cross a line or anything. I just. Um. Fuck,” you looked away, a blush spreading across your face. “I- Look, you did nothing wrong, OK? You did everything right. Maybe too right, if you get what I mean? I guess I just kinda froze up. But trust me, you didn't do anything wrong. You're... perfect.” You looked back up at Chris with imploring eyes, only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“Too right, huh? Man's got moves.” He laughed to himself, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Don't get all proud of yourself,” you said and walked past. “Show time.”

Once you two opened the coffin and climbed in, it was up to you.

“I have one direction. Make me feel something. Action!” David boomed.

You started simple, Chris climbing on top of you, but you decided to take control. You lent back and put one heeled foot on Chris's chest, pushing him down slowly. He looked up at you with such an intense lust you could have moaned from that alone. You kissed for a moment before sitting up and helping Chris to take his jacket off. His eyes never left yours, piercing into your soul. The world didn't matter; nothing was real but this moment.

The pair of you moved in time, shifting seductively as Chris whispered to you, hand in your hair.

“Would it be too far if I,” he slid his hand across your face, and you understood his gesture. When his thumb slipped into your mouth, you sucked, fully getting into it. You were determined to make him as desperate as you were. He held both sides of your face and was about to kiss you, but you wrapped your arms around his wrists and tried to pull him down. But Chris was not one to obey. He pulled his hands away and brushed some hair out of your face, before pulling you up against him. Chris scooped you up, one hand cradling your neck delicately, the other gripping your ass for stability and control. You felt immediately how badly Chris wanted this when he grinded into you. The thin fabric of your costume and his suit was not enough to conceal his arousal. You gasped and grinded back as Chris lent in for a kiss that felt like fire. He guided you down into the coffin, as you felt his tongue slip past your lips. After just a moment of kissing, Chris sat up, both of you coming up for air, and double checking consent.

But you just grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. He kissed you lips, your neck, down your chest, even kissing your thigh, then lifting your leg up to caress as he kissed you deeply and passionately, grinding occasionally and trying to control himself. After a few more kisses, you broke apart.

“Perfection! Now we just need to close the lid.” David stated.

“I'm sorry, what?” you asked.

“We're going to close the lid. Well, Chris is. Make it extra dramatic, that's the ending of the video. Two lovers in their final bed.”

Normally you'd fight this, as the idea of being shut in a coffin—even for a moment in a music video—gave you anxiety, but in your current state, the idea made a shiver go through your spine.

The last scene was shot, you snuggled into Chris as he looked up into the camera and closed the door. For just a few moments, you remained just like that. Head on Chris's shoulder and hand on his chest, his arm around you and hand on your ass. You looked up at him and though you couldn't see it, he was looking down at you too.

Chris cleared his throat and tried to find something to say.

“Wow.” He stated, eloquently. You laughed quietly, knowing the camera was still filming.

Before you could lose your nerve, you reached your hand up to find his lips. You heard Chris breathing harder as your fingers found his lips. You just started to shuffle closer when you heard a voice.

“That's a wrap for tonight guys. Everyone fuck off home, it's going to be another big day tomorrow.” David said, walking off and dismissing the crew. The crew (most of whom your were friends with) thought it would be funny to leave you both in there rather than helping you out. Which meant you had to untangle yourselves and find a way out.

Someone tapped the coffin twice.

“See you tomorrow guys!” the voice was Ricky. Then, quieter, “Don't have too much fun.” You could feel the smirk through the coffin.

“Motherfucker!” Chris yelled, and only get a distant laughter in response.

You heard nothing but Chris' heartbeat and your head rested on his chest.

For a second, you just looked up at Chris, unsure what to do. You wanted to tell him, but you were scared. You wanted to kiss him, but what if he freaked out, what if it was only for the video, and he was just another actor? But could you live with yourself if you didn't take the chance? Before you could do anything, Chris tried to pull his arm out from under you to push up on the lid of the coffin, and in doing so ended up half on top of you. Chris breathed in sharply as you felt what was most definitely not his leg pressing on yours.

“Ah, sorry, I just, uh, you know,” Chris laughed nervously before looking into your eyes, “You were too good too.” He meant to joke, but his emotions leaked out through the words.

“Trust me, if I was a man, I'd be apologising for the same thing,” you laughed, trying to ease into talking again, and letting Chris know it was all OK. “I mean, when you pulled me in and like, thrust into me? Fuck, I know you said you have moves but damn, you really have moves!” You joked—or tried to make it seem that way.

“I mean, I'm happy to show you more, if you want.” he said with a wink, leaning into it in a joking manner.

“Bold of you to assume I don't want that.” you returned. The joke slipped out, challenging him, but you weren't expecting his facade to drop as he looked at you with total sincerity.

“Y/N, I—I need to ask you something. Was this, ah, was this just for the video? Cause I could swear I felt something real, and I'm hoping it's not just because I want there to be.”

“I- Thank God I wasn't imagining it.” You smiled and pulled him in. But this wasn't like when the cameras where on you. This was soft. Hesitant. Fragile and delicate but determined to push yourself. Because you couldn't let this slip away. Him slip away. While you were aiming for just a short kiss, a peck, wordlessly checking it was OK, Chris had other ideas.

Suddenly his hands were in your hair, his lips on yours, and instead of passion, there was a soft declaration of love. Just taking time to memorize the feel of your lips. But you were both still worked up, and then the heat came in moments, the kiss like fire. As your tongues danced, Chris slid a hand down your body, stopping to squeeze your ass as he grinded into your leg. You moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips against his.

“Chris,” you moaned, as he started to grind his cock against your clothed core.

“Dammit, how do you get this thing off?” He asked, tugging at your costume, and you laughed.

“Fuck, this stupid costume, we're gonna need to get out of here to get it off... Dressing room?” You suggested.

“I don't know,” Chris said darkly, breathing against your ear. “I was looking forward to fucking you right here in this coffin.”

The statement sent a shiver down your spine. Chris didn't miss this.

“I knew you thought this was hot too,” he said, voice low and leaving a hickey on the small of your neck. Chris slid his hand down to rub against your heat, and you bucked your hips into his hand immediately.

“Fuck, you're a lot darker than I gave you credit for, kitten.” Chris' low voice forced a whimper out of you. Then he stopped. “If I go too far, stop me, OK? I don't want to hurt you... well, unless you want me to.”

“Chris, if you stop now, I will fucking murder you.”

“Can't think of a better way to go.”

“Chris!”

With that, Chris tore the fabric connecting the top and bottom of the costume, sliding your panties off at the same time. Before you could even register the destroyed costume, his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit and you cried out.

“Yes! Just there!” You moaned, and Chris slowed his pace. You were about to protest when you heard the zipper of his of his pants. You reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he groaned as you pumped him slowly.

“Shit, I'm not going to last if you keep touching my like that, Y/N,” Chris moaned airily as he thrust into your hand.

“I'm only teasing you back, baby,” you smirked, letting go and kissing him harshly.

“Uh, I don't have a condom, are you OK with that?” Asked Chris, ever the gentleman.

“I'm on the pill, just fuck me, please.” The last word slipped out before you could stop yourself. As hot as this was, you knew your friend would never let you live this down.

“'Please?' Don't tell me,” Chris said, melodramatic, “you're a sub!”

“Chris, don't make me do it, don't ruin the moment.”

“I'm not ruining anything, all I'm saying is-”

“No,”

“that you have to beg.”

“I am not-” You stopped as Chris rolled on top of you, grinded his cock against your wet core, and bit the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a high pitched whimper.

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Chris asked in a low voice.

You whimpered more as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Please Chris, I'm begging you, please fuck me!”

With that Chris thrust his full length into you without any warning.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the later only making the first more intense. Chris was far bigger than any other guy you'd had, both in length and width, and the stretch was perfection. You could've cum then and there when Chris hammered into you without waiting, groaning into your ear. The noises that man was making could drive you insane. Each thrust was deeper, and took you to a new level as you ran your nails down Chris's back, legs wrapping around him for more, more, more. You were in such a state that neither of you could even feel or hear the coffin jolting with each thrust. You wished you could see more of Chris, but the darkness of the coffin only heightened your other senses. Each thrust felt more powerful, as Chris hit your g spot without fail each time.

It wasn't long before you Chris stopped kissing your neck to groan into your ear, slowing his pace.

“Y/N, I'm gonna cum,” He warned, asking without words what you were comfortable with.

“Cum in me,” you said without missing a beat, and you could've sworn the man whimpered a little. “Please.”

With that, Chris returned to his brutal pace, kissing your lips like he needed you like air. He pinched your nipple, and as a gasp escaped, Chris used this to his advantage for further access. After a moment, you felt his thumb toy with your clit again, slow circles getting faster, and as you felt yourself clench around Chris, the tightness in your stomach released and you felt ecstasy as you bucked wildly, desperate to stay in this moment. Just as you started to come down from your high, Chris released into you, losing control. You couldn't help but climb higher as the man you'd die for moaned into your ear, holding your hips and just losing himself into you.

You two cooled down, breathing hard against each other, the scent of sex heavy in the coffin. Though you could hardly see it, you could feel Chris looking into your eyes. Then his hand brushed some hair from your face and he kissed you sweetly, still inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. When the kiss ended, Chris slipped out, and let out a sigh.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Y/N. How much I need you.” Chris's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast what took place mere moments ago.

“I feel like I could say the same. Chris, I-” You stopped yourself before you could say how you feel. Because even after all this, the fear remained. But Chris wasn't going to let that get in the way.

“You what?”

“I've liked you for the longest time.” You chickened out.

“Well, I've loved you for years.”

Even in the dark, you looked over at him.

“What?”

“I wrote this song for you, actually. I'm eternally yours. If you'll give me the honour of being so.”

“I love you.” Was all you could say before your lips crashed to his once more in the beautiful blackness.

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[sitkowski]

this place is haunted ( vinny mauro x f!reader )

pairing: vinny mauro x f!reader

cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ mentions of sex work, rough sex, sex tapes, rough oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, choking, face slapping, unprotected vaginal sex, spooky shit is happening (or is it?), character death (???), just trust me on this one.

word count: 2.9k

author's notes: so i found this on my drive, written for someone else but never given so i turned the oc into a reader insert. consider this an extra halloween thing. title comes from "undead ahead 2", divider by @saradika-graphics

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“I’m sorry, you want to what?”

Rolling your eyes in the mirror���s reflection, you turn around to look at your boyfriend. “You heard me.”

“I did hear you,” Vinny nods. “It sounds like you just told me you want me to rail you in a haunted house. On film.”

You can see the smirk on his face, knows that he’s just messing with you for the fun of it. He knows what you do for a living, and has never had any problems participating in it. “It’ll be good content for Halloween. And we don’t have to meet everyone else at the cabin until the day after tomorrow.”

“Babe, you don’t have to sell me on anything. You kinda had me at railin’ you—”

You laugh and slap at his shoulder. “I didn’t say it like that! I said that we should check out one of those abandoned locations and film a little something.”

“So it’s either my kind of haunted house,” his eyebrows raise. “Or yours.”

“Well I mean if you wanna invite Justin and Rick along, I’m sure I wouldn’t mind.”

“So you want a gangbang for Halloween?” Vinny hums thoughtfully, before shaking his head. “Nah, Rick’s tattoos are too noticeable and I kinda like the idea of being the only one you fuck on camera.”

You’ve been doing this for a while now, long before you and Vinny ever knew each other. Back then, it was just you doing solo stuff. He knew that you’d been posting stuff online when you started dating, he never once asked you to give it up. You were together nearly two years before he got involved with it. You always kept his face out of it, and it was easy for him to be anonymous when he didn’t have any tattoos. If the band knew, no one said, it was probably his best kept secret..

“I even got a very cute costume,” you say. You see the interest spark in his eyes.

“Please say slutty ghost,” Vinny crosses his fingers and you reach out to swat him again. He catches your hand this time, twisting it behind your back. “Hey now, be nice.”

“Or what?” you challenge, and he lets go of you only to slap your ass hard. “Ow, dick!”

“What do you think of going to Frick’s Lock? They close before dark, but I can get us in.”

The idea of filming a scene in an abandoned nuclear ghost town is pretty appealing, You can admit that. You’ve been there on one of the day tours and know that doing a night shoot could work, the place is just run down enough to give off the spooky, haunted vibe you want.

“You think we’ll see some ghosts?” you ask teasingly, knowing that despite the set up, it’s always a possibility. And both you and Vinny believe in that sort of thing.

“You never know,” he says, before slapping you ass again. “Okay, you find your cute little costume and get your shit together, I’ll set it all up.”

“Thank you baby,” you smile and kiss him. “You always give me the best presents.”

The drive into Frick’s Lock is silent and dark. You’ve got a bag with everything in it you need, and Vinny brought his camera and a few lights. Typically when it’s nothing but a couples scene, it’s just the two of you filming anyways. You’ve done this sort of thing before, filming in a location besides your apartment. But it’s the first time that you’ve chosen a spot so public, and for Halloween no less. Vinny’s hand slides over your upper thigh as he drives, and you bite your bottom lip in anticipation.

The place is creepy at night. You can admit that. You have to drive down a few thin, winding roads before they reach the small row of abandoned shacks. You didn’t ask how Vinny got you in here after closing. You didn’t need to know. You have a specific window of time you're allowed to use. When he stops the car and turns off the headlights, there’s just enough moonlight for you to be able to see to get into the building without using the flashlights on your phones.

It’s just one room that you walk into, the walls are grimy and moldy, the floor scattered with leaves and dirt. You know that some of it is for dramatic effect for the tours, but mostly it’s because whoever is responsible for the upkeep just doesn’t care. You sit down your bag and let Vinny work on the lighting so that they’ll at least be able to see, along with a handful of candles that you brought along. You take a picture of the room once he’s out of the camera’s view, so that you can post it on your social media to hype people up.

You show the post to Vinny before you make it, as always. Despite it being your thing, he always gets a say in things you post that involve him. Snagging your phone from your hand, he switches it over to the camera again. “Give ‘em a little peek, sweets.”

Your costume is in the bag, and you’ve got no problem changing right there. Outside, there’s a loud screech that makes both of you jump. Something moves past the window and you hear the flapping of wings. Just an owl, you assume. You take off your jacket and then your shoes, shirt and jeans, adding them to the growing pile.

The outfit you put on isn’t so much a costume, just a thin strapped short black dress and fishnets. You’d done your makeup and hair before you left the house, but you smear your eyeliner some, even though it’ll all be a mess later. You brought different boots than the shoes you wore in, and you let Vinny help you into them. He stays crouching down at your feet, fiddling with the camera settings before snapping the picture.

“Pretty little goth girl took a wrong turn in the woods on Halloween, hm?” he asks. You blow him a kiss before making the post and then passing the phone to him for the pov shots.

The only other thing you brought with you was a sleeping bag to toss on the floor so you don’t end up with splinters. He spreads it out on the floor for you.

A loud scraping rattle startles you both, and it’s followed by a low hum. Vinny gets up, glancing out one of the grimy windows. 

“Is there power here?” you ask.

“There aren’t any light switches, so I doubt it. Maybe it was a water pump or something for one of the other buildings,” he shrugs and takes off his own leather jacket, tossing it aside before setting up the camera in the right place.

Air seeping in through the windows makes the flames flicker ominously, but you ignore it. You give Vinny a look as you hit the button for the camera and he smirks, hooking an arm around your waist and hauling you against him. “Ready to play?” you ask.

“Trick or treat.” he murmurs before he kisses you, and you laugh against his mouth.

There’s no sound in the room but the hissing of the candle flames and the slick slide of your lips. Vinny’s hands grip your hips hard, bunching up the skirt of your dress a little. You moan quietly against his mouth, reaching between you to rub your hand along the front of his jeans. You can feel him getting hard for you and you flick her tongue against his as you squeeze gently. When he pulls back, he slips on the mask that he brought with him, usually you just film it from an angle where his face doesn’t show, but the room has no furniture and a lot of the both of you will be in frame for this.

The floor is not forgiving on your knees, and you can feel the wood snagging your fishnets as you kneel in front of him and wrap your hand over his belt buckle. When you raise your eyes to him, you’re met with your phone’s camera, and you bite your bottom lip.

“You're gonna be a good girl for me?” Vinny asks. His mask muffles his voice enough that you probably wouldn’t recognize it as his on film. 

You undo his belt and the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down torturously slowly. You give him wide, innocent eyes. “I’m always a good girl.”

Vinny laughs and it makes you grin as you shoves his jeans down, followed by his boxers. His free hand winds into your hair as you take his cock into your hand, licking up the underside slowly before pulling back and taking him into your mouth. He moans quietly and you hum around him.  You take him deeper, letting him hit the back of her throat. The noises you make are obscene to your own ears, echoing around the room. Vinny’s fingers yank on your hair, moving your head back and forth for you. Tears slip from your eyes as you gag, grabbing onto his thighs to balance herself. you keep your eyes upturned to the phone’s camera, knowing that your face is already a mess.

Outside, there’s the sound of snapping branches and rustling. you pull off Vinny’s cock, coughing and wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “What was that?”

“Probably a raccoon,” Vinny shrugs. “Maybe a ghost.”

“Ha ha,” You roll your eyes. “Wanna invite the ghost in for a threesome?”

The hand still in your hair twists viciously and you whimper, trying not to smile. He lets go of your hair only to wrap his fingers around his cock, stroking slowly, tapping the tip against your mouth. You open up and stick out your tongue, licking him teasingly. You can’t see his face behind the mask or the camera lens, but you know the way he’s probably looking at you better than anything. Shuffling back a bit, you move until you’re kneeling on the sleeping bag, and crook your finger at him.

You sit back and spread your legs, the hem of your skirt riding up our thighs. Vinny kneels between them, giving you a little slap on the outside of your thigh as a sign for you to spread them wider. There’s nothing beneath your fishnets and his free hand slips between your legs, fingers teasing into you through the holes. You moan and rock against his hand, trying to get him to put his fingers deeper. But he’s just warming you up and after a few minutes, he pulls away. Ignoring your frustrated whine, he reaches up and slaps your cheek before pushing those fingers into your mouth roughly. 

You reach down and tear the fishnets open, Vinny moving the phone just enough to catch it. you can hear him laughing at you behind the mask, and you’d flip him off or say something nasty, but there’s that noise again outside.

“Seriously,” you mumble breathlessly, “I think something’s out there.”

Vinny turns the phone towards the window, “I don’t hear anything.”

Maybe it’s just your imagination. Maybe it’s actually some animal out there wandering through the woods. You’re the one who wanted to do this here. Ignoring the paranoia you feel, you spit on your fingers and reach between you, wrapping your hand around Vinny’s cock and stroking him. He brings all of his attention back to you, and you preen for the camera, eyes turned down to watch as you roll your hips down onto him.

He groans above you as he bottoms out, and you absently think of investing in some sort of stand for your phone because you want him closer like you can usually get him. Instead, you just hook one of your legs around the back of his thigh, and let him push you down flat on your back. His hand pulls at the top of your dress impatiently and you giggle, wriggling out of the straps, leaving the dress bunched around your waist. You bite down on your own tongue so you don't say his name.

His hand clamps around your neck, not squeezing, just holding you down, and you feel the sting of tears in your eyes. You grind against him harder, sharp noises escaping your throat when his thrusts get rougher. Even with the mask, you know that he’s waiting for you to either give him the signal to slow down, or to encourage him for more. You wrap a hand around his wrist, keeping him there.

A thud outside startles you both and you yelp, pushing up on your elbows. “Something is out there!” you insist loudly.

Vinny finally relents, pulling out and fixing his clothes. He saves your footage to your encrypted cloud and gets up, pushing up his mask and walking towards the door. You scramble up, hurrying to get back into the clothes you brought with you. The mood is decidedly ruined, and you walk around the room to blow out the candles before shutting off the camera.

When you follow him outside, it’s quiet other than the sound of crickets chirping. The temperature had dropped while you were inside, and the sweat had barely dried on your skin when you’d yanked on your clothes. Vinny walks around to the other side of the building and you trail him, stumbling a little in the tall grass.

“I told you, there’s nothing out here babe—”

His words cut off, turning into a wet, choking sound. All you see is him at first, until your eyes adjust more and you see the man in the mask standing there. Vinny’s body falls to the ground in front of him, and then you see the knife, covered in blood. You scream, stumbling backwards. Your eyes bounce from Vinny laying motionless in the grass to the man slowly advancing on you. His mask is similar to the one Vinny had been wearing, only it’s dirtier and something is etched into it. He tilts his head at you, wiping the blood onto the leg of his coveralls. You take one last look at Vinny, and you turn and run.

Your first thought is the car, but Vinny’s got the keys. Screaming for help was useless, but you did it anyway, trying to make a break for the road. But you know no one is out here, no one knows you’re out there. Vinny still had your cell phone too. Your Chucks slide in the damp leaves and gravel, but you can still hear him behind you. You know that the road is way too long and you’ll never make it. But you still have to try.

And stupidly, you turn back to look. He was right there and then you’re falling, tripping over your own two feet and landing hard in the grass. You try to crawl away, grabbing onto the nearest tree to pull yourself up. This guy is huge and he wraps an arm around your waist, yanking you up to her feet. you scream, long and loud, trying your best to get away but he’s too strong and your eyes catch on the bloody knife in his hand. 

Under your own screams, you think you hear laughter. You do, and it’s coming from the guy currently holding you. You stop struggling and narrow your eyes. you knows that fucking  dumbass laugh.

“Justin?” Reaching up, you grab at the mask and yank it away, revealing the familiar face. “What the fuck?”

He sits you back down on your feet, ruffling his sweaty blonde hair that had been pushed back. Over his shoulder, you see Vinny coming over. Looking down at the mask in your hand, you see the IX carved in the plastic. It’s Justin’s old mask he used to wear on stage.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” you screech, smacking him repeatedly with the mask. He laughs and ducks away from you.

“It was his idea!” he protests, pointing to Vinny, who’s now close enough that you can see he doesn’t have a mark on him.

“Oh come on, you have to admit it was a little funny.” he says.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Mauro.”

“Nice try babe, the knife isn’t even real.”

For some unknown reason, you don’t feel as angry as you know you should. These two dumb fucks just terrified the hell out of you. you thought Vinny was dead. That you were going to die. But you feel your rage subsiding, just a little. 

“Fine, whatever, you scared me.” you relent. “How the fuck did you even get here?”

“Ryan dropped me off like two hours ago,” Justin explains. “It took you a lot longer to catch on to me being out there than we thought.”

You narrow your eyes at him again. “Were you watching us fuck?”

Vinny cranes his head to look up at Justin. “You better not have been, that wasn’t part of the plan.”

“Ya’ll are fucking loud.” is all he says, and you slap him with the mask again before throwing it at him and trudging back towards the building to get your stuff.

“Wait, can I get a ride home with you guys? I never told Ryan to come back and get me.”

“You and Vin can ride in the trunk for all I care,” you mumble, enjoying the looks on their faces as they hurry to catch up with you.

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The Scorpion and the Scales //Chapter One// Poly-AU

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Tropes and Tags: MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only MDNI, PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

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My ears are still ringing from the concert, a lingering reminder of the band's raucous performance that seemed to rattle the very walls. But as I stand outside the venue waiting, the cool Colorado night wraps around me, calming my ringing ears. I take a deep breath, letting the crisp mountain air soothe my senses. Looking up at the starry sky, I can't help but smile, the adrenaline from the show still coursing through my veins. My body may be tired, but my spirit feels alive. This is exactly where I want to be.

I scroll through the photos and videos on my phone, reliving each moment - the crush of the crowd, the first electrifying guitar riff, the encore chant that shook the rafters. I smile as I post clips to Snapchat, the glowing screen casting a soft light on my face. These are memories frozen in time now.

I glance down at my outfit, suddenly self-conscious - dark shorts with fishnets, my favorite Adidas shoes, a cropped long sleeve tee to show off my wrist tattoo. My dark curls bouncing around my shoulders, framing the natural makeup look I had spent so long perfecting. My heart pounds at the thought of meeting the band looking like this.

I can hardly contain my excitement. Getting a photo with the band tonight will be the perfect addition to my prized collection of memories! My scrapbook is absolutely full of photos with bands and celebrities - it's my most prized possession. But the photos themselves are nothing compared to the actual experiences behind them. I smile to myself remembering all the crazy adventures over the years - the VIP access, celebrity run-ins, wild nights out in Vegas and LA. I live for these thrilling moments and have to document every single one. This show tonight will give me yet another trophy photo for my scrapbook of fame.

I can feel the crowd stirring, a buzz of anticipation in the air. Around me, fans jostle for position near the stage door while security guards confer, ready to guide the band through. I'm so tempted to rush the door with some of the other die-hard fans, but I know that's crazy - I'd probably just get trampled. So, I stay put, heart racing, barely able to contain my excitement. 

The crowd roars as Folio and Jolly emerge from backstage, basking in the post-show glow. Folio's got on his favorite tour tee, that vintage New York cap perched just so atop his mop of curls. And Jolly - man, that dude looks like a rockstar with his hoodie and beanie combo, those long brown locks flowing free. They pause to snap a few pics with fans, gracious as ever, before huddling up to recap the epic show.

When I see Noah, my heart stops. His towering, muscular frame moves with a feline grace and his soft brown locks fall perfectly over his chiseled features. This triple-threat talent radiated magnetism, his lethal attractiveness gripping me in its thrall. I was helpless, I was his, utterly and completely.

I see Jolly and Folio sitting off to the side of the fans. They aren't too far away, but I feel the nerves build in my chest, and I gather my courage to call them over.

"Jolly!" I shout, my voice cracking with excitement. He turns, and I start flapping my arms like a madwoman, desperate to catch his eye. This is it. My chance to meet one of my idols in the flesh. I scurry over, my legs jittery and unsteady beneath me. "Can I get a picture with you guys?" I blurt out in a rush, the words tumbling over themselves. I'm practically vibrating now, bouncing on the balls of my feet. Just breathe, I tell myself. Play it cool. But my fangirl glee cannot be contained.

He saunters over, hands in his pockets, with Folio trotting behind him. I fumble a bit with my phone, trying to find a good angle for a selfie.

"Mind if I help?" he asks, reaching out his hand. I hand him the thin device with a shaky hand. Extending his arm, phone in hand, facing the three of us so we were all framed up perfectly. I flash my best smile, leaning on the fence post for support. He snaps a few shots to make sure they came out clear, then hands my phone back.

"Thank you so much!" I squeal excitedly.

"Not a problem at all," he replies with a gentle smile, his accent coming through each word.

Folio turns to me, but he doesn't sound too thrilled - more like he's feigning the enthusiasm. "So, did you have fun?"

"Fun? Are you kidding me? That was amazing!" I gush. "Has anyone actually ever said no?" I quip playfully.

Folio chuckles and Jolly just laughs, making me feel good - at least they get my sense of humor! "I suppose it depends on who you ask," Folio says, chuckling again.

Nick shows up out of nowhere, trying to join our conversation. But his voice is drowned out by the shrieks from Noah's fans at the door. I sneak a peek and see Noah's tall figure in the center of the chaos - signing autographs, snapping selfies. I whip back around to Nick.

"What did you say?" he asks again.

I have to yell over the noise. "We were wondering if anyone's ever told you they didn't like your show!"

He lets out the most dramatic sigh. "No one's ever asked if I enjoy doing the show." I roll my eyes hard.

I roll my eyes as he pouts dramatically. "You're literally the star of the show," I point out, barely holding back my sarcasm.

He shrugs, unaffected. "Still, no one's cared to ask little ol' me about my feelings." He places a hand on his chest, channeling a wounded Victorian damsel.

I have to resist the urge to mimic gagging. "Alright, Your Highness," I say, my voice dripping with fake enthusiasm. "Do you enjoy being on the show or not?"

He taps his chin, pondering with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Hmm...maybe I don't. Have you considered that?"

"Wow, so brooding and mysterious," I deadpan.

I whip out my phone with a grin, waving it teasingly in front of Nick. "Mind snapping a quick pic for me?" I ask. He's happy to play along. I shuffle as close to him as I can with that barricade wedged between us, and he snaps off a couple shots before handing my phone back.

"Looks like you just need one with Noah now," Nick says, glancing over his shoulder. Noah's still surrounded by screaming fans begging for his attention. I give Nick an appreciative look - he's so chill and down-to-earth.

I sigh, my voice trailing off. "He seems a bit busy." I glance around at the mob of people crowded around Noah. I'm not sure I'll get that photo with him after all.

"Just hang out, we'll make sure he stops by," Jolly says, flashing me a reassuring smile. That makes me feel a little better.

"You local?" Nick asks me, clearly trying to keep the conversation flowing to avoid an awkward silence. I nod, "Yeah, born and raised here."

I cross my arms over my chest, trying to hold onto the warmth from the crowd. The breeze starts cutting through my shirt.

Nick, Jolly, Folio and I are still chatting away while everyone else heads home. Folio's glued to his phone, only half listening. Then security starts shooing people away, saying Noah only has time for a couple more photos. The last of the fans rush to the front for their chance.

When Noah finally makes his escape to the tour bus, Nick isn't having it. He waves Noah over, pleading, "One more, bro. I promise." Noah chuckles and ambles over, his long legs crossing the parking lot in just a few strides. Up close, he's even taller than I thought!

"Hello." His smile makes my heart flutter.

"Hi," I squeak out, unable to summon any other words. Just getting that single syllable out feels like a triumph.

"This is..." Nick hesitates, looking adorably flustered. "You know, with everything we've talked about, I never even asked your name."

"Eve," I manage, though my voice comes out high-pitched and timid. I cringe internally. I should know my own name, at least! But something about him makes me tongue-tied in a way I've never experienced before. Eve. It's not a complicated name. But looking into his eyes, I can barely remember such a simple word.

"Nick mentions something about a picture?" his voice is so low, I almost forget it's me he's talking to. We move against the barricade standing close to one another as Nick takes my phone from my hand to take the picture for us.

When the camera flashes, I blink hard, almost hoping the picture will turn out blurry. Just so we can try again.

"What cha think?" Nick asks, turning my phone screen to show me the photo. I mean, it's cute and all, but mostly I'm hyperaware of how close Noah still is to me.

"Hmm, could be better," Noah's voice is suddenly right by my ear, making chills run down my spine as he hovers behind me.

"Here," he says, stepping back and reaching for my hand. "Step over."

The moment our hands touch, my heart flutters as if a flock of butterflies has just been released inside my chest. I can't take my eyes off him, his warm smile making my knees weak. As I climb over the barricade, my movements awkward and clumsy in my nervous excitement, security rushes over. Noah holds both my hands in his, turning to look over his shoulder at the security guards rushing our way.

"It's cool, I got this," he says, his voice gentle and soothing.

My attention snaps back to him, those kind eyes telling me everything will be okay. I trust him completely. Once on the other side, I straighten my shirt, run my fingers through my hair, hoping I look presentable for this boy who has stolen my heart. Being near him is intoxicating, sparking a giddiness I've never known before. I want this moment to last forever.

His eyes lock onto mine, sending a jolt of excitement through my body. "Nick," he says, gaze never leaving mine. He reaches out his hand to his friend, "Phone."

Nick places it in his open palm, as Noah passes him the energy drink he'd been holding.

As Noah reaches out to me, my heart flutters. His arm finds its way around my waist, pulling me close. I feel the heat rise in my cheeks and chills tingle down my spine at his touch. But I face the camera with him, tossing my dark curls over my shoulder and flashing a peace sign. Noah's smile lights up his whole face. I can't help but mirror it with my own grin. We take a few silly selfies together, giggling and making faces. With his arm wrapped around me, I never want this moment to end. Being this close to Noah makes my pulse race and my stomach fill with butterflies. I am absolutely smitten.

I am so excited that Noah has taken such a nice photo for me. "That should do it!" He jokes as he hands my phone back. "Much better than the others."

Suddenly Nick suggests, "Group photo!" Before I can even reach for my phone, Noah snatches it back and turns to the security guards by the door.

Jolly, Folio, Nick and I all gather together. Nick wraps his arm around my waist and I put mine around his shoulders. Then Noah comes over to fill the space on my other side, putting his arm around me too. I reach around and put my hand on his lower back, laughing.

The security guard takes our photo. I smile big - this will be the main one for my book! A memory I'll never forget. Two quick flashes and we're done.

When Noah helps me over the barricade, I feel a spark as our hands touch. His strong grip lifts me effortlessly over the metal rail, setting me gently on the ground. I turn back, not wanting our moment to end, and see him give me a little wave goodbye before he disappears into the tour bus. My heart flutters as I watch him go.

When I finally get to my car, I slide into the driver's seat with a sigh of relief. As the heater starts blasting warmth into the cold cabin, I pick up my phone and scroll through my photos until I find that selfie of Noah and me. I know I don't look my absolute best in that pic, but none of that matters - it's a photo of the two of us together and that's what's important. I set it as my new screensaver and just gaze at it for a moment, my heart fluttering. Then I open my playlist, queue up some music, and pull out of the parking lot to head home. All I can think about on the drive is how dreamy Noah looks in that photo, and how lucky I was to have met someone so wonderful. I can't wait to get home, crawl under the covers and relive every magical moment we shared today before drifting off to sleep with a smile on my face.

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FIXATE ON THE FRAILTY 18+

Friends in Sin Kinktober 2024 - DAY TWO

🥀For @ao3userfeistycadavers Friends in Sin Kinktober 2024 Collection

🥀Dom!Rick Olson x FemDom Reader x Subby! Chris Motionless 🥀CW: Established D/s dynamic, protected vaginal penetration, threesome, chastity, latex kink, Sweat fetish, or salophilia, ass worship, rim job, mild degradation - use of ‘slut’, slight choking, bondage. 🥀Summary: Bored and stuck in a small town on tour, Chris and Rick find a fun way to entertain themselves. 🥀Author's note: Title comes from Motionless in White's 'Wasp'. 💜Dividers by @saradika-graphics 🥀word count 1.9k 🥀crossposted - wattpad

Drenched in sweat, you are exhausted from the long day at the studio. To pay for your student loans for your PhD program you teach yoga during the day and hustle exclusive kinky content at night.

You turn from the door you are locking up when someone clears their throat. “Hey, sorry,” he apologizes quickly cheeks blushing as he looks you over. “Do you teach yoga here?” he asks shyly. You take in his blonde hair and tattoos - not like your usual students from your small town - excitement and intrigue make your heart race.

“Yes, just closing up for the night. My first class starts at 9 am tomorrow.” You watch his face light up and you mirror it back to him with a wide smile. 

“Oh perfect, thank you. I’m Chris,” he adds extending a hand to shake. You switch your rolled mat to your other hand to shake his hand, giving him your name. As Chris turns to leave you call out to him. Your heart pounds in your ears and nerves grip your stomach as you blurt out, “Wait, here’s my business card.” 

You don’t normally give out your card to strangers but you take a chance on his enthusiasm. Dropping your mat you rummage through your black crossbody bag and hand him your card. Time slows down when your fingers brush over each other and it’s electric, shocking you back to reality. You quickly retract your hand, not impolite, as you add a “Have a good night!” Despite your confidence in your online content, sharing it with someone in real life still makes you embarrassed. 

When you get home you shower quickly unwinding from the busy day. As you wait for your food to be delivered you plop down in your fuzzy robe, hair still damp from the shower. You check your email and decide to post a few photos that you took earlier in the week in hopes more interaction will come. Maybe Chris will enjoy them? The butterflies in your stomach scatter the moment the doorbell rings. Shutting your brain off for the evening you have a glass of wine with dinner as you start your fourth rewatch of Charmed. Yawning you shuffle into bed after taking care of the dishes and your cat, Salem. Once Salem curls up against you sleep consumes you peacefully.

30 minutes into your instruction, the door opens softly, and the blonde stranger from last night saunters in. You look him over briefly noticing his attire is far from the norm; a pair of black latex pants and a cotton tee. Despite this, he unrolls his mat and joins right in as if he’s been practicing for years. Maybe he has, you think to yourself. You can’t help but smile when your eyes meet his.

The class disperses after the closing Namaste with the usual regulars stopping over to say goodbye. Some cast glances at the stranger, but no one says anything. You start to towel yourself off when a hand stops you. Looking up, Chris towers over you and your heart rate skyrockets. 

“Sorry,” he pulls away quickly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He steps back giving you space. Running his hand nervously through his damp hair he continues, “So um.. I bought all of your content last night… and well.” His cheeks redden as he stares at the ground. 

You stride over to him and grip his chin to pull his gaze to yours. “So tell me what you want.” 

Your other hand comes to palm at his pants. You press hard against him and gasps. Huh, a chastity cage. Your mind starts to spiral. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” You press even harder. 

“My friend and I.” He squirms and you grip his chin harder. “Were wondering if –” you release his chin but not his cock. “ – if you would be interested in seeing us tonight. N-n-name your price.” You watch as his shoulders slump forward when he exhales in relief. 

“You think I do home visits?” You eye him warily as he shrinks back into himself. You typically don’t only because no one had offered before. 

“I’m stupid and reckless and my boyfriend is going to reem me for this-” he nervously rakes his hand through his hair. “-but I was just hoping you might.” 

“So you like latex, huh? Is that why you wore them to my session?” You tease the edge of the waistband with your fingertips. “Like to get all hot and sweaty.”

“Y-yes ma’am… miss… misstre -” Chris stammers.

You silence his lips with a slender finger. You’re not the type to care too much about honorifics as long as they are respectful. 

“You can call me whatever you like, even my name. Although I did some digging last night and found out you're a big rockstar, so you better not be playing me.” Narrowing your eyes and look him over. 

“No, miss.” He shoots his hands up in surrender. “I swear.”

“Ok then, email me the address and I’ll send the paperwork over. Oh and no cumming until I make you come, got it?” 

“Yes ma’am, thank you, ma’am.” You watch him leave just as your next class starts to arrive.  

When Chris returns to the hotel room he finds Rick hunched over on the huge bed typing away on his computer. Despite the few days off from the tour, Rick still hasn’t stopped working. Chris tries to get Rick’s attention by calling his name but it’s no use when he realizes Rick has his earbuds in so Chris does the next best thing. 

Sauntering over to the bed, Chris stretches tall and groans obnoxiously. He fiddles with the hem of his shirt slowly sliding his hand up his tattooed torso. He tweaks his own nipples and they harden instantly, yet Rick’s attention still remains fixed on the screen.

“Fine,” Chris huffs, leaning over he grabs the laptop from Rick’s hands and plops it on the bedside table.

“Hey what the-” 

“Pay. Attention. To. Me,” Chris’ hips sway as he crawls on the bed and into Rick’s lap. 

Rick leans against the headboard, adjusting his hips to take Chris’ weight.

“Awh is someone hot, sweaty, and needy after a little yoga,” Chris can feel his cheeks heat at the taunt. He tries to look away – to hide his embarrassment – but Rick pulls him back with a gentle finger hooked under his chin. Rick chuckles darkly as Chris grinds against him.

“She really worked you hard,” Rick smirks as he presses a hand to Chris's crotch. 

Chris can’t help but whine when Rick presses harder against him and the silicone cage around his cock. “Go get cleaned up and I’ll review the paperwork she sent.” Rick slaps Chris’ thigh sending him off to shower. 

Chris’ boyfriend answers the door with a curt “Hey, I’m Rick” and gestures for you to enter. Sweat drips down your back and the latex sticks to your thigh when you walk but to you, it’s the best feeling ever. It’s a little primal and prehistoric and it drives some people absolutely feral. When you approach the bed you find Chris dressed only in his boxers, kneeling with his wrists bound.

After dropping your bag on the dresser you walk over to him between the bed frame. You stretch your body long and lean over the bed with a sigh forcing your ass in his face. You shake your hips as you rub yourself against him. When you feel the pressure of his tongue you can’t help but grin to yourself. 

“A needy little slut aren’t you,” you tease, rocking your hips harder.

“Answer her,” Rick commands. Turning your head you follow the voice to find Rick behind you with his tattooed fingers gripping onto Chris’ scalp holding him in place.

“Answer her!” Chris’ eyes roll back when one hand wraps around his throat. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed and it makes your pussy throb. 

“I’m a needy slut” Chris whines. 

“No cumming,” Rick says sharply, yanking on Chris’ hair. Despite his shorter frame, Rick pushes Chris to the ground where he clumsily braces himself with a grunt. 

“Undress her,” he instructs.

Chris scurries over to you on his hands and knees. He kisses your black stiletto boots before unzipping them and pulling them off your feet. Rick gracefully settles down on the bed in front of you. A tattooed finger lifts your chin. Entranced by steel blue eyes and the brush of his soft lips against your cheek you hardly register another set of hands unzipping your latex suit. Rick kisses the corner of your lip as goosebumps climb up your legs after you step out of your pants completely bare to these two haunting beautiful strangers. You should feel vulnerable and embarrassed yet you feel powerful, confident, and sexy as hell.

“Are you ready to be worshipped dear?” he mumbles against your lip. You suck in a hurried breath when soft lips press against your ankle.

“Yes,” you exhale. Rick grasps your face in his hands and pulls you to him. At the same time, he devours your lips Chris licks and sucks love bites up your sweat-slick leg. You jolt accidentally biting down on Rick’s bottom lip when Chris nips at your ass. 

“Did he scare ya?” Rick chuckles, pulling you onto his lap. “Good.” He grins before smacking the other cheek. Heat spreads over the delicate flesh and then sharp teeth nip at the same spot yet this time pleasure takes its place. Chris nuzzles against your ass forcing you to wrap your arms around Rick’s neck for support. Your eyes go wide and your body tenses when Chris licks at the dip in your back right above your hole. 

“Relax darling, let him help you feel good.” Rick licks at your lower lip and you part your lips to him. You melt into his kiss. Desperate for more, you push Rick onto his back and rock your hips back. You and Chris moan when he enters your tight hole with his tongue. “I need more,” you whine when Chris withdraws from you.

“Take whatever you need,” Rick says casually as he pulls a condom from the pocket of his joggers before rolling down his erect cock. Planting your feet firmly on either side of Rick’s torso you sink down onto him. He fills you effortlessly and makes you a little dizzy. As you rock back, Chris licks into your tight hole again. 

“Oh fuck!” It’s all too much when Rick tilts his hips slamming into the sweet spongy spot inside as he presses his thumb onto your clit. Your nails dig into his chest as you clench around him and your vision blurs. 

“Shit shit shit,” Rick’s rhythm falters, pounding into you until he empties himself in the condom. 

Boneless you slump forward across Rick’s chest, yet Chris continues his pursuit until you are a whiny oversensitive mess clenching again around Rick’s now softening cock. 

“Oh fuck!” You feel Rick tense when he comes again, his chest rising and falling quickly. “What… the… fuck… man” he pants between words. “Fuuuuuuck.” Rick sighs as the post-orgasm exhaustion slams into him.

You can hear Chris grinning when he says, “I couldn’t help myself.” 

“Hey–yooowwww,” you yelp when Chris smacks your ass. Groaning, you look over your shoulder to throw him death daggers. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up darling and we’ll order room service.” Begrudgingly, you peel yourself up and off of Rick. After Rick unlocks Chris from his cuffs, he leads you and Chris to the bathroom. “Thank you,” they say in unison before kissing both of your cheeks and hopping into the shower. 

“You’re next Chris,” you grin up at the tall singer as you close the shower door behind you.

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Sweet Boy

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x fem reader

Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (m receiving), edging, unprotected vaginal sex, sub!Vinny, soft dom!Reader, praise kink if you squint, Vinny whimpering and begging gets its own warning. Lil bit of fluff at the end. Idk y'all, this is filthy. I need to be sedated after this one.

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @thesazzb, @tearfallpixie, @concretenoah, @deathblacksmoke, @synthetic-wasp-570, @nerdraging4point0, @beaker1636, @itsjustemily

Author's note: If you'd like to be added to my tag list for future work, please let me know. Also, shout out to @thesazzb again for being the little beta reader that could.

DISCLAIMER: All writings below are works of FICTION. They are about REAL people in FICTIONAL scenarios. They do not reflect real actions/opinions/conversations/etc of said persons and are not meant to.

Vinny’s grasp on your hips was bruising. His fingers grip and rings pinch into your flesh with every movement you make against him. He writhes underneath you with shuttered breaths and whimpers leaving his mouth. You watch him as you move on top of him, his skin flushed and his mouth wide open. His eyes were shut tight, and his brows knit together. He was so worked up that beads of sweat had begun to appear on his forehead and chest. 

He was beautiful like this.  

He arches his back as you grind your hips a little harder. His head tilts back against the pillow and you take the opportunity to nip at his neck. The gasp that left his mouth was heavenly. You were desperate to hear it again, so you bit down on his neck once more. The same gasp from before fell from his lips followed by a moan. Smiling against his neck you lick and suck at the spot, hoping it bruises anyways. 

One of his hands leaves your hips and tangles in your hair. “B-baby….”

“Yes, sweet boy?”

“I-fuck. I need...” his sentence trails off when you start to pepper his jaw with kisses.

“What do you need? Tell me, baby.” Vinny’s grip on your hair tightens and he wraps his arm around your waist as he presses harder against you, desperate for more contact. Your bare pussy is soaking him just from teasing him all night. You haven’t allowed him to touch your pussy or put his cock inside you and Vinny is sure he’s going to explode if he isn’t inside of you soon. He’s lost track of time, but it feels like the two of you have been at it for hours. 

He’s considered saying “fuck it”, flipping you over and pounding into you until you’re both violently shaking and cumming but he won’t. Even though he knows you would let him. This is what he wants. 

When he arrived home earlier in the evening from rehearsals he was frustrated. Usually, when he felt this way, he wanted to be in control, but this time was different. He felt drained and just wanted to be taken care of. He wanted you to take control this time. 

You knew what he needed the second he walked in the door. 

Now, he’s struggling to string together a coherent thought, much less words. You’ve switched to a torturously slow pace, undoubtedly on purpose, and it feels so good his vision has blurred. He feels your hand on his chest and hears your voice, but he can’t make out what you’re saying. Vinny mumbles something in response but he’s not sure it was comprehendible. Your movements stop altogether, and a pathetic noise falls from his lips.

“Look at me, baby” You grab his face with your hand, flexing your fingers against his jawbone. His eyes narrow and you finally come into focus. He lets out a shaky breath as he takes in your naked form, a sheen of sweat covering you making your skin glow in the moonlight coming through the window. He can tell from the look on your face that you’re as wrecked as he is, but unlike him, you manage to keep your composure.

You smile softly as you observe him taking you in. You lean over and place a soft kiss on his lips. Rolling your hips harshly against his, you both moan at the feeling. 

“I said, what do you want?” You rasp against his lips, still holding his jaw tightly. 

“More” he moans.

“More what?” You move your hand from his jaw down to rest at his throat. 

“More, Princess, please.” His voice comes out strained, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. 

“What do you want more of, sweet boy?” You run both hands down his chest, scratching at the flesh. Vinny whimpers loudly, the sound going straight to your aching pussy. You knew what he wanted because it was exactly what you wanted. You weren’t going to give it to him that easily though. 

Vinny lies there for a moment, breathing heavily, and kneads at the meat on your thighs. You feel his cock twitch beneath you. Smirking, you grab him by the throat and lean over him, pressing your chest into his. Vinny’s breathing quickens even more as you start to grind hard and fast against him. 

“Is this what you want? Hmm?” 

“Fuck…fuck.” 

You squeeze his throat a little tighter.

“Answer me, sweet boy.” 

“God… yes.”

“You like how my pussy feels, baby?”

The only response you receive from the man below you are a string of expletives and moans. His fingernails dig into your thighs, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure of feeling his hard cock against your throbbing clit. You wanted to hold off as long as you could, but it felt so fucking good. 

Vinny hears your moans get louder. He’s been with you long enough that he knows when you’re about to cum. His eyes fly open as he watches you using him to reach your climax and he damn near cums at the sight of you. You tilt your head back and grasp at his chest and arms to steady yourself as you convulse. He feels your thighs clench around him as your release soaks him. 

“Holy shit, Princess. I could watch that all day.”

Catching your breath, you lace both of your hands in his and hold them above his head. You kiss him lazily and resume your movements, slower now.

“God baby, that felt so fucking good,” you say between kisses. “You want to cum too, sweet boy?

Vinny nods aggressively, lips still attached to yours.

You quicken your pace, refusing to leave his mouth unattended. You loved the way he tasted but loved swallowing every single whimper and moan even more. You notice his breathing has become shallow and the muscles in his stomach tense up.

“Are you close?”

“S-so close” he moans, sloppily bucking his hips up into you. “Fuck, m’gonna…”

You abruptly let go of his hands and lift yourself from his lap, scooting backward to sit on his thighs. You sit there and watch him as he desperately grabs at you to pull you back onto him, crying out when you resist him.

If looks could kill, you’d be a goner. 

“Y/n, what the fuck?” He said more disappointment in his voice than anger.

“I’m sorry baby…” You bend over and kiss down his chest and stomach stopping just above his leaking cock. You lick the swollen tip, gather the pre-cum, and spread it over the head with your lips. He inhales sharply as you look at him through your lashes.

“… But I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.” 

You take his cock in your hands and lick up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip and sucking him into your mouth. His hand instantly goes to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You take what you can’t fit in your mouth in your hand and begin pumping his length. His hips jerk up, forcing his cock further into your mouth and causing you to gag. You slap his thigh, giving him a warning to behave. 

He looks down at you apologetically and rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You squeeze his hip to tell him it’s okay and bob your head up and down his length. He leans his head against the pillow, cursing and moaning, covering his face with his free arm.

The hand that had a hold of your hair was now on your scalp, scratching. He was doing the best he could to behave for you. All he wanted now was to hold you by the hair and fuck into your mouth until he was spilling down your throat. But he can’t. He had to be good.

You had given him one warning already.

He was going to behave.

He wanted to be good for you.

Against his better judgment, Vinny looks down to watch you. To his surprise, you were already watching him. Your beautiful eyes were shining back at him, pupils blown wide with desire. Your cheeks were flushed. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. 

He’d be lying, however, if he didn’t admit that his current favorite feature was that your mouth was absolutely stuffed with his cock. 

Your eyelashes flutter with every new inch you take in your mouth. You hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat to take more of him. When Vinny feels his cock hit the back of your throat, he has to bite his finger to keep from cumming immediately. 

“Fuck, Princess, you look so good like this.”

You hum at the praise and Vin shivers. You continue sucking his length, massaging the veins of his cock with your tongue. 

“Oh... oh god.” He breathes. “Please don’t stop.”

You move faster, cupping and massaging his balls. He’s a whimpering mess above you, he arches his back and begs you over and over not to stop. Both of his hands grip at your hair so tight you’re pretty sure he’s going to rip some out. 

You love seeing him like this. You want to let him cum. Give him his release. He’s been so good for you, but you’re not done yet. You don’t think he’s ready. So, as you feel his balls begin to draw up, you remove your mouth from him and sit up. 

The noise that escapes from Vinny this time is damn near a sob.

He sits up on his elbows staring at you, nearly in tears. His body shakes from breathing so hard and overstimulation. You can practically see his heart beating out of his chest. 

“Baby, you’re killing me.” 

You crawl up his body and sit on his lap cradling his face in your hands. You kiss him hard, and he wraps an arm around your waist pulling your hips flush with his. He hisses when your pussy makes contact with his sensitive cock. He presses his face into your neck, leaving open mouth kisses. 

“What do you want, sweet boy?”

He groans into your neck and drops his head onto your shoulder. 

“You know what I want.”

“You have to say it, baby.” 

“I want you.” He trails kisses from your neck down to your breasts. 

You grab his hair and pull his head back, so he’ll meet your gaze.

“If you want to cum you’re going to have to do better than that.”

“God, I want to be inside of you!” He mewls.

“That’s better.” You leave kisses down his jaw. You lift your hips and grab his shaft. He jumps slightly at the contact, and you smirk. You place the tip of his cock at your entrance.  

“Is this what you want, baby?” 

He nods.

“Words, honey.”

“Yes.”

You pull him by the hair. “Yes, what?”

“Yes ma’am.” He whines.

You sink onto him, but only enough for the tip to go in. His mouth drops open and closes again. He bucks his hips to push into you further, but you pull off him. 

“Fu-uck, baby.” He cries out. “Please.”

“Please what?” 

“Please let me fuck your pussy.”

“You think you deserve it?” 

“Yes ma’am.” Vinny nods, staring at you intently. 

“You think you’ve been a good boy for me?” You say squeezing his cock.

“God! Fuck... yes, baby. Please. Please.”

For a moment, you take in the sight of the man before you. His eyes are soft and pleading, tears well up in the corners. His mouth doesn’t stop moving for a second, his quiet but urgent pleas for release resounding in your ear. He alternates between rubbing and scratching at your thighs, trying to keep his hands busy. He’s restless and overstimulated. Sweet boy. He’s being so good for you. You suddenly realize just how intimate this moment is.

The pretty noises. The begging. The scratching and clawing. He’s so perfect, and all of it’s for you. He's falling apart for you. He’s begging for you. He trusts you. He loves you. 

The way Vinny makes you feel is overwhelming. You cup the side of his face brushing away a tear that has fallen. You ghost your lips over his and sigh.

“Make me cum first, and then you can sweet boy.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Thank you. Thank you so much, Princess.”

Both of you gasp as you sink down on him completely. The anticipation from the night’s events and the stretch of his thick cock had your orgasm building already. You set a quick pace immediately, knowing neither of you would last long. 

You wrap your arms around Vinny’s neck, and he buries his face in your cleavage. He uses both hands to guide your hips over him faster as he bites at your flesh. You throw your head back, letting him continue his assault on your skin. 

Desperate to be deeper inside of you, Vinny flips you onto your back. He pounds into you relentlessly hitting the spot inside of you he knows will make you see stars. You feel the coil in your belly tighten, threatening to break at any second. You arch your back and Vinny growls. 

Resting both arms next to your head, he towers over you as he slams harder into your pussy. His hair is stuck to his sweat-covered face. You brush it away and take his face in your hands. He leans down and claims your lips in a searing kiss. He breaks away and exhales sharply, his breath hot on your neck. Vinny runs his hand down your chest and stomach to find your swollen bud that was in desperate need of attention.

“Princess, need you to cum. Need you to cum so bad. Please. M’so close.” He massages your clit to match his thrusts and you’re so close you could burst any second. You wanted something from Vinny first.

“Cum with me, baby.” 

“A-are you sure?” Vinny stutters, eyes wide. 

“Yeah, you want to?”

“Please! Please, oh god, yes, please.” He practically screams. 

“Then cum with me. Cum in my pussy, baby. Fill me up.” 

Vinny’s moans were so loud that you would be surprised if the cops didn’t show up later. He slams into you a few more times before spilling into you, his cock twitching inside of you. He says your name over and over, thanking you for letting him cum. He shakes so hard he nearly falls on top of you. You have never seen his orgasm hit him this hard and it makes your second climax of the evening by far the best. Vinny coaxes you through your orgasm, leaving sweet kisses all over your face as he whispers praises in your ear. When you come down from your highs, you lie there together. Your heavy breathing is now the only sound that fills the room. Vinny’s head is on your chest listening to your pounding heart. You’ll get up and draw the two of you a bath eventually or try to at least. Vinny will refuse to let you, insisting aftercare is still his job. 

For now, however, you lie in comfortable silence. You play with Vinny’s hair and hum his favorite song. He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, sighing contentedly. 

“I love you so much, princess.”

“I love you too, sweet boy.”

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☆These Games We Play☆

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Summer has officially started, and to kick off the season before their tour, Ricky's decided to throw a party for you and the guys at his place. But you decide to test Chris's patience halfway through the party, and... he isn't having any of it. Then again, maybe that'll work in your favor...

• NSFW; Daddy kink; adult themes (Dom/Sub relationship); fluff; language

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Summer.

It was the one season people looked forward to the most, a season holding the promise of adventure and other good things to come.

And oh, were there ever so many good things to come for you this time of year. You were getting ready to embark on yet another tour with your boyfriend and his bandmates, and this was sure to be the best one, yet.

But that time wouldn't arrive for at least another two weeks, so to kick off the season (and to give you and everyone else a chance to unwind and take some time off), Ricky had decided to host a backyard gathering at his place.

You had immediately taken a liking to the idea; a break from the stress of touring was much needed, not just for you. Everyone had been rather on edge lately, despite the good show they were all putting on to hide it.

No, today would be a day to just relax, unwind, and share some good laughs... and maybe something else, too. You and Chris were as close as ever, but lately you'd been feeling rather... neglected, if you were being perfectly honest. You knew he couldn't help it, his music was one of the most important things to him, it was what drove him, he needed it.

But lately, you'd been really needing him.

The two of you had a rather unconventional relationship when it came to the bedroom. He had a bit of a dominant streak, not that you minded, of course. You yourself were known to be kind of a brat both in and out of the sheets, something that drove him utterly crazy in all the right ways.

He knew (most of the time) how to tame your inner brat, he'd proven this to you on more than one occasion. It was one of the many things you loved most about him, the way he always knew how to leave you both satisfied and wanting more, all at once.

And it was that very thing you'd been craving all week from him.

So today, you had a plan.

Was it a good one? In retrospect, probably not. Would it get you in trouble with him? Most definitely. But was that exactly what you wanted? Fuck, yes.

It wasn't even a want, at this point.

No, it was a fucking need.

So today you were going to see just how far you could push him, before that dominant side of his would come out to play, before he'd snap and give you exactly what it was you needed: Chris putting you in your fucking place.

A slight grin turned up the corners of your mouth as you snuck a glance over at the empty driver's seat, your mind running through all sorts of scenarios as to how today would go for you. He had no idea, the poor guy...

Leaning over, you laid on the horn for a few seconds, until you saw Chris emerge from the house you two shared, your boyfriend giving you a raised eyebrow as he got into the car. "Someone's impatient today," he teased you, turning the key in the ignition.

You stuck your tongue out at him, unable to hide your grin. "Not my fault you walk slow, old man," you shot back. That earned you a look from him, the look, in fact. It was the look that was a warning, a threat, and a promise all rolled into one.

"Do not be a brat today. I mean that, Y/N. I want you on your best behavior while we're at Ricky's party. Play nice, or it's gonna be a long fucking night for you," Chris warned you, as he pulled the car out of the front driveway.

Ha, you knew that side of him would eventually come out to play! Although, you were more than a little surprised by how quickly it had happened. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment to hide your grin before you reached across the center console, resting your hand atop Chris's.

"No promises," you teased him.

You could practically feel the look he gave you then, and you had to try your hardest to hold back your laugh as the two of you drove out to Ricky's place. Today was going to be something else, that was for damn sure...

"Two more weeks, man. And then we leave."

Chris's answering groan brought a smile to your lips as you sat there by the edge of the pool, your shoes off and feet buried in the water.

"Come on, dude, I don't want to think about that right now," he answered with a shake of his head. Ricky shot him a grin, raising one eyebrow. "Sick of tour life already, are we?" he asked.

"No, see, if that was the case, I'd be like 'Who are you and what have you done with the real Chris?'" you interjected with a grin of your own. Laughter rang out from around the pool, and you winked at Chris, his answering smile creating a sense of warmth in you, a feeling completely different than the warmth brought on by the sun beating down on you all.

He shrugged, running one hand through his blonde hair. "I don't know, I mean, don't get me wrong here. I'm beyond thrilled to be doing another tour with you guys, but... two weeks. That's gonna come fast," he said.

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped unbidden from your mouth at that moment. Apparently you weren't the only one; both Vinny and Ricky snickered from across the pool as soon as they got the joke, each of them exchanging a furtive look with you.

Chris shot you a questioning look, and a slow grin spread across your face as you quickly raised both eyebrows at him. "You know what else is gonna come fast?" you began, exchanging another sly glance with the boys before your gaze slid back to Chris.

In that moment, it must've finally clicked for him, because he gave you a warning look, similar to the one he'd given you in the car.

"Y/N..." he started, raising one dark eyebrow at you. His eyes remained locked on yours, but the longer you stared back, the more you noticed certain things, little things.

One corner of his mouth twitched up briefly, like he was fighting back a smirk, as he continued to stare at you. Oh, so he had found it funny, though, hadn't he? Your grin widened a little as you scooted closer to him, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

"I bet you can make me come fast."

The timing couldn't have been better; you leaned back just in time to see Chris's mouth fall open in shock, those brown eyes widening, a barely audible gasp the only thing being heard above the faint music drifting over from the small portable speaker by the pool.

"What? What'd she say?"

"Dude, what did she tell you?"

The guys' questions went ignored as Chris sat there, stunned and speechless for a moment. He wasn't the only one; a quick glance around the edge of the pool showed you that every single one of his bandmates was watching, waiting to see what Chris's next move would be... or what your next move would be.

"You did not just go there, not here, at Ricky's-?" Chris started, trailing off for a second.

"Y/N, you-" he began again, but like before, he stopped mid-sentence.

"Damn, Y/N, I think you broke him," Justin suddenly spoke up, trying not to laugh.

"Dude, he's fucking speechless!" Vinny laughed.

"What did you say to him?" he added with a grin, raising a brow at you.

You grinned back at him, shrugging.

"Ask Chris," you answered, sneaking another glance at the man in question beside you.

He was still staring at you, but now there was a hint of something darker in those brown eyes of his.

"Say it again, I'm gonna toss you in the pool," he warned you. And yet, despite the warning, there was that same hint of a smirk from before.

"Go ahead, I'll pull you in with me," you shot back, sticking your tongue out at him with a cheeky little grin.

One dark eyebrow arched up, and he leaned in to whisper in your ear this time.

"At least then you'll already be wet for me."

Now it was your turn to be rendered speechless for the moment.

Chris leaned back with a satisfied smile, looking all too pleased with himself.

Shooting you a wink, he got up from the edge of the pool, nodding over at Ryan.

"I need to go help him with food prep, do me a favor and behave, Y/N," he told you.

You were still too stunned to speak, merely nodding in response and watching him walk away.

Game fucking set and match on his end, then. You'd have to get a bit more creative...

Ricky's laugh broke through your thoughts, as he sat down next to you.

"Sounds like someone's in trouble," he teased you, lightly nudging you with his shoulder. You snuck a glance behind you, watching Chris, unable to help the soft smile that made its way onto your face.

There was just something about the way he moved, gods, you could watch him all day.

And then he happened to look up at that exact second, his eyes meeting yours. A slow smile spread across his face, and he winked at you before going back to helping Ryan with getting lunch prepped for the day.

Turning back around, you nudged Ricky with your shoulder. "Hey, don't tell him this, but... I've been kind of a brat today because I'm actually sort of hoping he'll reach his breaking point and... you know," you told him.

He grinned, casting a quick glance in Chris's direction before his eyes met yours again.

"Ah. Yeah, no, I get it. We've been kind of busy with touring and I know you guys haven't exactly had any time to be alone together," he started, an awkward little smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.

"I mean, I will say this: if things do work out for you today, I've got the extra guest room you guys can use, just so you know. Just... clean up when you're done," he said, trying not to laugh.

"Also, if you really wanna get him to his breaking point quick, let me know, I'll gladly help you out," he grinned. You were unable to keep from laughing at that, the sound drawing Chris and Ryan's attention.

"What're you Girl Scouts laughing about over there?" Ryan asked. His question only made you laugh a little harder, you and Ricky exchanging a furtive look with each other.

"You gonna?" he asked in a voice low enough for only you to hear.

You grinned in response, merely nudging him in the side and nodding in Chris's direction.

Getting up from the edge of the pool, you turned to face Chris, your heart racing with anticipation of what you were about to do.

"Eyyo, Christopher! Lemme get that dick!" you called out, heat flooding your cheeks as you waited for his reaction.

And oh, was it ever the reaction you were hoping for.

He turned around to face you, his mouth open, eyes wide, and brows raised to the fullest extent.

"What did you just say??"

He took a warning step towards you, giving you that look you loved so much, his head tilted ever so slightly to the right.

But you weren't going to let him rattle you that easily. No, you were going to see this through.

"I mean, I can say it again if you'd like?" you answered, biting back a grin. He took another step forward, that warning look still in place. Silence once again settled over the group, the only sound being that of the music streaming softly from the speaker by the pool.

Your gaze shifted to land on Ricky; he was watching the two of you with a poorly concealed grin on his face, and when his eyes met yours, his smile only grew wider, like he was on the verge of laughing.

"Y/N."

Immediately, you glanced back at Chris, your eyes widening when you noticed he'd gotten more than a step or two closer to you still.

"First of all, wildly out of line of you to ask me that, here in front of the guys. And secondly... excuse the ever loving fuck out of you, that's not how you ask me, now try again," Chris spoke firmly, his eyes never wavering from yours.

You started to sneak a glance over at Ricky again, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris shake his head at you.

"No, don't look at him, he's not gonna help you. You wanted to start this little game of yours, now you're gonna finish it," he said. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.

"Oh, I'll definitely be able to finish, will you?" you grinned, waiting for his reaction.

Someone laughed, and Chris shot them a sideways glance, before those brown eyes met yours again. "That's one. Try again," he said, his voice dangerously low and smooth.

You bit your lip in anticipation, mentally weighing your options here.

On the one hand, if you played this his way, there was no guarantee that you would get what you wanted, what you needed. But on the other hand, if you played this your way... well, there was still no guarantee of that, either.

You supposed you'd just have to fuck around and find out, then.

"Er, um... may I please get that dick?" you repeated your earlier request, albeit a little more politely this time around.

The expression on Chris's face seemed to soften, and he took another step towards you. "There, see? Now wasn't that a much better way of asking me?" he said softly.

"Pfft, no," you answered, before you could stop yourself.

Almost immediately, both eyebrows were raised again, before he narrowed his eyes at you, though you could swear you saw him smirk for the briefest of seconds.

But then with three more steps, he was suddenly in front of you, picking you up and holding you over one shoulder, like one would with a disobedient child.

"That's two. You're done," you heard Chris say.

Your mouth fell open in protest, and you turned to look over your shoulder at him as best as you could.

"Wait, what happened to three?? You know, three strikes and you're out?? You don't play fair, Cerulli!" you protested.

"Nope, you're done. And I don't want to hear it, you don't exactly play fair either, Y/N," he answered.

You could hear the slight amusement in his voice, could practically see the smirk on his face, at this point.

Ricky laughed, getting up from the edge of the pool. "Tour update: Y/N is a brat, and Chris... is not having it," he teased.

"Yeah, not helpful, Olson," you heard Chris say, but even he couldn't keep the smile out of his voice. "You wanna finish helping Ryan out for me? I've got a brat I need to take care of," he added.

Ricky nodded, and you heard Vinny laugh from where he was sitting by the edge of the pool. "Ooh, you're in trouble!" he called out, grinning.

A few catcalls and laughs ensued from the rest of the group as Chris began heading towards the house, still carrying you rather unceremoniously over one shoulder.

As soon as the two of you were in the house and out of earshot of the others, Chris set you down, a dark look now present in those warm and (usually) gentle brown eyes.

"You wanna explain to me why you're being such a little brat for me today, Y/N?" he asked, casting a quick glance over his shoulder.

Ooh, did he really want the honesty? Or was it perhaps better not to clue him in? To be fair, you were already this far, it wouldn't make sense to back out now, right?

Biting back a smirk, you shrugged.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, I've been so mild today," you said, trying to remain casual.

On the inside, you were a mess. He was reaching his breaking point, you could feel it.

Just a little more...

"Besides, if I'm such a brat, why don't you do something about it?" you sassed him.

Something in his gaze hardened; this was it...

"Yeah, you know what, I think I will. Bedroom. Now. Go," Chris answered, voice firm.

Ha, this was it, finally...!

You stood your ground, waiting.

And he promptly picked you up, putting you over one shoulder again and carrying you down the hall, towards the guest bedroom Ricky had told you about earlier.

He tossed you down onto the bed, not giving you any time to catch your breath before he was leaning over you, quickly pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, the other curling gently around your throat.

"You gonna behave now?" he asked, his voice low and face mere inches from yours.

You stared back at him, your gaze rather defiant as you shook your head at him.

"Mm. Wrong answer, Y/N," Chris breathed.

He closed the distance between the two of you, his mouth finding yours in an instant, all tongue and teeth and dark seduction, the promise of being left unable to walk lingering behind every rough kiss he pressed to your lips.

A groan slipped unbidden from your throat, and you heard him groan in response, his mouth moving urgently against your own. "Mm, safeword?" he breathed out, in between harsh kisses. "Porcelain," you breathed back, earning a hum of approval from Chris.

"Good girl," he muttered, his words sending a chill down your spine. His grip on your throat tightened briefly before he let go, pulling back to admire the way you were still pinned beneath him.

"Fuck, I've missed seeing you like this," he sighed, running his free hand through his blonde hair. The hint of a smirk rested on that perfect mouth of his, a mouth that was as sinful and dirty as it was pretty.

Releasing your wrists, he stood up, staring down at you with that familiar look in his eyes.

You knew that look, it was only the same one he'd worn in the countless scenes you two had done together since you'd learned of his dominant side.

Fuck, did you love his dominant side...

"Stay still. We're gonna play a game, you and me. You're not allowed to move, you're not allowed to make a single fucking sound. Understand?" he said.

The minute you opened your mouth to answer him, he raised a brow at you.

"I mean it. Not a sound. Trust me, you make the prettiest fucking noises for me, but that's just it: they're for me. Not my bandmates. Got it?" he asked. You nodded, earning an approving little pat on the head from him.

"Better, that's my good girl," he murmured.

With that, he leaned down, leaving little kisses along the exposed skin of your throat, finding your sweet spot so easily. It took everything in you to hold back your moan, the noise instead escaping as a barely audible whimper.

And yet, Chris still heard it.

He paused for a moment, lifting his head to give you a warning look, before leaning down again, marking up that sweet spot at the base of your throat. "Better be quiet..." he warned you, in between kisses.

You were trying, honestly! He was making it ever so difficult, though. One more kiss here, one more kiss there... fuck, he really wanted you to suffer, didn't he?

Another small whimper slipped free from your mouth, and you could both see and feel the smile that briefly turned up the corners of his mouth as Chris glanced up at you again.

"Do I need to gag you? Is that what you want?" he asked. You shook your head at him, and he raised an eyebrow at you. "Then I need you to stop, and be quiet for me. Be a good girl, or you lose the game. Understand?" he said.

You nodded, Chris's answering smile of approval bringing a smile of your own to your face. "Up, now. I want this off," he told you, tugging on the hem of your shirt. You did as you were told, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. "Everything?" you asked, biting back another smile as you let the shirt fall to the floor.

"Everything, everything. All of it," came Chris's answer, his voice trailing off as he watched you undress for him. But when you went to undo the ties at the sides of your swim bottoms, he shook his head at you. "No. Down," he ordered you.

Lying back against the bed for him, you watched with baited breath, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, as he leaned down and took the ties between his teeth, tugging them free. Fuck, that had to be the hottest thing you'd seen him do all day...!

He did the same thing to the ties on the other side before standing up again, his hands making quick work of discarding your swim bottoms, casting them aside. You now lay exposed before him, every inch of you waiting to be ravished and ruined by him, just like you wanted, like you needed.

"Fuck," he swore under his breath, staring down at you in awe, like a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time. "So fucking beautiful, Y/N," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. His touch was no less gentle than it had been earlier; he wanted this just as much as you did, he needed this too.

"Chris," you moaned his name, reaching down to grasp the hem of his shirt, but he stopped you before you could get any further than that. "Mm, no, Y/N, I thought I told you not to move," he murmured, breaking the kiss to stare down at you, those warm brown eyes holding you captive and scorching your very soul alive.

"But I want to touch-" you started. He shook his head at you, a hint of a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "Only good girls get to touch," he answered. Leaning down, he whispered in your ear, his voice low and full of amusement.

"And you haven't been a good girl for me today, have you, baby?"

Before you could stop yourself, you shook your head no, staring up at him with wide eyes. Gods, he already had you tiptoeing the line into subspace for him. Fuck, he was good...

You watched as he stripped himself of his shirt, and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the inked up expanse of his bare skin. You wanted him so bad, you wanted to run your fingers over his ink, trace every line, every curve, you wanted to taste him, you needed him so fucking bad...!

A whine escaped unbidden from your throat, earning you a chuckle from Chris. "Aw, my sweet girl's all pent up, isn't she?" he teased you, before finally ridding himself of his swim trunks. You sucked in a rattling gasp, nodding frantically as he leaned over you, kissing up the side of your throat, eventually finding the spot below your right ear.

"It's too bad she's been a brat all day," he whispered in your ear, his words only working to pull another whine from the back of your throat. "Shh, lucky for you, I'm not mean enough to just leave you like this," he added, leaning back to look down at you, his gaze softening.

"But," he added with a grin, "I'm also not gonna sit here and just give you what you want, not that easily." Leaning forward again until his face was inches from yours, he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"You want this dick so bad, Daddy's gonna make you fucking work for it," he told you. His words sent a hot spike of arousal straight to your core, where you needed him the most, and it took every ounce of whatever self control you had left to not sink all the way into subspace for him.

"Oh, but it'd be so easy!" your inner thoughts protested, pleaded, even.

Fuck it.

You stared up at him, your gaze locked with his. Chris knew, too. He knew in that moment, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Fucking checkmate, right?

"You gonna be a good little whore for me, Y/N?" he asked, staring down at you. Fuuu- if he kept talking like that, you wouldn't last long around him. You nodded, too stunned and too far gone to speak properly.

Not that he minded, of course. No, he was in full Dom mode, he knew exactly how much power he held over you right now. "That's my good girl," he muttered, before reaching out and tapping you twice on your inner thigh.

"Up, I want you on your knees. Now," he told you. You complied ever so easily, the prospect of you getting what you want lingering around the corner, just out of your reach. He wanted you to be a good little whore for him, you could do that, no problem...

You knew what he wanted without him even having to ask, you two had done this dance many, many times before. That, and he was making it ever so obvious; he was already so aroused and so hard for you. Kneeling down, you took him easily into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat.

Fuck, you could already taste him, you'd missed this so much. The minute you had your hot little mouth wrapped around his dick, Chris released the dirtiest, ungodliest of moans, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head, his fingers winding themselves through your hair and holding you in place.

"Fuck, good girl, fuck, just... just like that," he groaned, watching you go down on him, take him, every fucking inch, all the way to the back of your throat-- fuck, you were doing so good for him-!

He watched with a mix of arousal and awe, his grip on the back of your head tightening slightly, his hips rising ever so carefully to meet you halfway. Brown eyes widened, Chris's head falling back as you moaned around him, an echoed groan of his own filling the hushed silence of the room.

Holy- how the fuck could you take him as deeply as you were?? Then again, he wasn't sure why this should surprise him, you'd always done so well for him, more than deserving of any and every ounce of praise he'd ever given you.

"There we go, good... fuck, good girl," Chris panted softly, every exhaled breath trembling on his tongue. "Not such a brat now, are we?" he added with a breathless laugh. You paused a moment, lifting your head to meet his gaze, making a face at him and baring your teeth.

He smirked, trying hard to hide his laughter. "Aw, little kitten thinks she's so tough. But look at her, such a pretty baby, kept all quiet with her mouth around my dick," he cooed at you. God, the filthiest things that could come out of this man's mouth-!

You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks, your blood pounding a frantic staccato within your veins, Chris's words echoing in the forefront of your mind. You gave him your best doe-eyed expression, watching intently as his own expression shifted, his grin faltering as the cracks started appearing in his calm facade.

In the few beats of silence that followed, you could hear the sharp hiss of breath escaping his lungs, his eyes locked intently on yours. The minutes seemed to tick by before he finally spoke, his voice trembling and his words seeming to stumble over each other in their haste to get out.

"D-don't... don't do that, don't look at me like that, kitten..." he pleaded with you in a breathless whisper.

Ha... who was in control of who, again?

A smirk playing at the edges of your mouth, you cast your eyes downward again, your hands moving up to grip the tops of his thighs, fingers digging in as you pulled him in deeper once more, a low groan rising up from the back of your throat.

Any further pleas Chris may have had for you died out on his tongue, another sharp exhale hissing from between his teeth as he watched you, his entire being held wholly and utterly spellbound by your every fucking move.

You could feel his grip on your hair loosen, his hand falling to rest at his side, his self-control starting to slip ever so much further with every touch of your hands, your tongue. You could tell the moment he was close, his fingers tensing and gripping tightly at the bedspread beneath him, his hips rising to meet you halfway.

"F-fuck, Y/N-!"

The way your name left his mouth, spoken like a swear word, like a sort of forbidden oath--

You were completely done for after that, all self-control you may have had, just... gone.

You only had the briefest of warnings from him, before he was coming undone for you, the taste and feel of him heavy on your tongue and in the back of your throat, as sweet and addictive as novocain...

He was your drug, your fix.

And you doubted you'd ever be able to get enough of him.

His climax easily added fuel to the fire of your own, but you knew better. If you came now, that was it, game over. You knew how he was as a Dom, he'd make you wait...

Holding back a groan, you let your eyes drift upwards, meeting his. "Don't swallow yet, baby, I wanna see," he told you, head falling back as he tried to catch his breath, one hand rising to run through his hair.

You slowly pulled back, releasing him from your mouth as you sat up on your knees for him, waiting patiently and trying your hardest not to swallow. His composure regained and that smooth, calm facade back in place once more, Chris reached out with one hand to gently grab you by the chin as he leaned forward, his gaze intent on yours.

"Open up, pretty little brat, let me see..." he breathed.

Eyes wide, you nodded, easily giving in to his demands, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him, putting on full display the mess he had created for you.

Chris stared back at you in awe, taking note of the way his cum dripped from the tip of your tongue, spilling down your chin, your throat, his hand...

"Look at that, look at you, you beautiful, messy little girl," he whispered, pride in his voice, his brown eyes softening as he smiled down at you.

Ah, and there it was... that feeling you always craved, the part you most looked forward to whenever you two did this together.

The way he would give you praise, it was indescribable. He wouldn't just praise you for the sake of doing it, no, oh no. He would go so much further than that, always.

He had a certain way of making you feel so completely special, like everything about you mattered, everything about what you did and who you were just mattered.

Because to him, it did matter. You did.

The softest of whimpers left your mouth, your gaze held captive by his own.

This was one of the parts Chris secretly loved too, seeing you like this, so soft and sweet and pure for him... even though he knew better, you both did.

The moments where you were so open for him like this were incredibly rare, this show of vulnerability was something only he got to see.

Another small noise left your open mouth, regaining his attention. "Shh, I know, baby. Swallow for me, every last drop," he spoke softly, leaning forward to kiss you gently on the forehead.

You did as you were told, swallowing the taste of him, a bittersweet feeling of emptiness lingering behind afterwards. That was the part you hated, no longer being able to taste him, to feel him on your tongue, in the back of your throat.

But Chris knew the feeling just as much as you did, he always knew.

With the softest of touches, he used his thumb to clean up what was left, pushing lightly at your lips, watching as you eagerly opened up for him, taking him into your mouth, indulging in what remained of the taste of him.

Releasing his thumb from your mouth with the smallest of bites, you sat back on your heels, staring up at him with those doe eyes. He smiled back at you, reaching out to stroke the side of your face.

"Such a good girl for me, you did so good. Here, come here, pretty baby," he cooed, beckoning you to him. You climbed up into his lap, one leg on either side of him as you wrapped your arms around him, holding on to him like he was your only lifeline.

"Let me take care of you, Y/N, give you what you need," he whispered in your ear, drawing you close to him. You only too easily complied, letting him have full control, slipping as far into subspace as he could get you to go.

He entered you slowly, wanting you to feel every fucking inch of him, down to the last. Unified groans echoed through the quiet of the room, his fingers digging in to the velvet softness of your hips, clutching you to him like he was going to lose you.

Only he wasn't; you were his as much as he was yours, you were here to stay...

His name left your mouth, a hushed plea for him, all of him, everything he could ever give you.

"Shh, I know, I'm here, m'gonna make you feel so good..." came Chris's muffled reply, his face buried against the side of your neck as he placed soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses along the skin there.

You let your head fall back, eyes closing and lips parting in a silent groan, fingertips brushing along Chris's back, nails digging in ever so slightly to leave tiny half-moons patterned over the surface of the skin.

His breath left him in a quiet hiss, one of his hands moving up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close to him as he left deep kisses along the exposed skin of your throat, leaving his mark on you, taking claim to what was his.

A bit ironic, wasn't it? He'd always told you purple was a good color on you...

The sweetest of noises left your mouth for him to hear, drawing out a mirrored echo of his own, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting softly at your shoulder.

Fuck, he didn't think he'd ever be able to get enough of you, even as close as he was to you in this moment, right here and now...!

He wanted you in every way he could have you, he had every fucking intention of it, you'd asked him so nicely before, hadn't you?

Sure, you'd also been kind of a brat and gotten him entirely too riled up all day, but-- wait. Was that why you-? Is this what you had been after the entire time, what you had craved so badly from him-??

A low groan slipped free from his throat as he bit at your shoulder again, before soothing the bite with the gentlest of kisses. His fingers dug into you as his hips rose to meet yours, pushing him deeper into you than he'd ever been, than he could ever hope to be.

The softly exhaled swear word that left your mouth at the miniscule movement was enough to make him slip up and smile, a quiet laugh rising from his throat.

"Is this what you were after, huh, baby? Is this what you've been wanting, why you were such a brat for me earlier, hmm?" he breathed, thrusting up into you and earning another whispered expletive from you.

You were too far gone, too far entrapped by him to be able to answer properly. A mere nod was all you could manage, your head falling forward so you could bury your face against the side of his neck, choking out your soft moans.

"You poor, sweet baby, all you had to do was tell me that you needed to be fucked, you didn't have to be a brat to get my attention..." Chris said softly, trying not to laugh.

"I ddnt knw cld..." came your muffled reply.

"Hmm?" Chris breathed, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

"I didn't know I could," you reiterated softly, lifting your head to meet his gaze. Chris's answering laugh caused the heat to flood your cheeks again, as you blushed.

"Y/N, sweetheart... you know you can ask me anything, yeah? Mm, you've got to tell me if I'm not giving you enough attention," he answered, leaning forward to kiss you on the cheek, your chin, down towards your throat, your shoulders.

"Doesn't matter if I'm with the guys, if you need me, pull me aside and let me know you need some time away..." he added, brushing soft kisses along your collarbones. "I'm sure they'll understand, at least half of them know what it's like," he continued in a murmur, dotting more featherlight kisses along your skin.

"What what's like?" you gasped softly, head falling back again as Chris's hips rose to meet yours in another particularly deep thrust. He had to choke back a groan before he was able to answer you, his fingers flexing tightly along your hips for a moment.

"Fuck..." he groaned, eyes closing as he sat there, buried deep within you, forehead resting against your shoulder for a second.

"They know..." he breathed out, eyes reopening as he lifted his head to look at you, "they know what it's like to have a girlfriend to come home to, someone they're just so incredibly desperate, so hard up for, the entire fucking time we're on tour..."

His hand slid from the back of your head, down, down to instead grip the back of your neck, fingers flexing softly, tightening ever so gently, holding you in place as he slowly fucked you, every thrust deeper and more sensual than the last one before it.

You cried out as the waves of dark ecstasy ebbed away just at the surface, threatening to overtake you and drown you in their depths at any given moment. You were close, you were so very close, he was so good, too good, everything was too warm, too stifling, fuck-!

Chris's answering moan fell in perfect synchronicity with your own sweet sounds, creating a seductive little symphony only the two of you would ever be able to hear.

"Fuck, I know, baby, you're so close, Daddy's close too, fuck..." he groaned, his head falling forward to rest against your own.

"Just a little more, hold out a little longer for me, hmm? Gonna make you feel so fucking good, fuck you so full of my cum, breed you 'til you fucking drip for me, baby..." he added, keeping up the dirtiest stream of whispered profanities against your skin, his hand tightening on the back of your neck.

"Chris, please-!"

Your begging only added fuel to the blaze growing hotter between the two of you, your desperate pleas sending him chasing after that high, right over the edge--

And you fell down with him, oh fuck, did you fall fast and hard with him--

Chris barely had time to growl out the words "Cum for me, Y/N", before you were doing just that, his name leaving your mouth in the loudest of cries. You were sure if his bandmates hadn't heard the two of you before, they would now.

But you didn't give a fuck.

You were so lost in those waves, so lost in him, to even care.

The way he held you down tightly against him, the way he was so intent on making you feel every inch of him, every drop of seed he had to give you--

It was too much, it wasn't enough, it was... it was everything--

"Fuck, Chris, fuck--!" you ground out, your breath leaving you in sharp, gasping exhales as you clung tightly to him, holding on desperately.

Your thighs trembled beneath you, and yet... you didn't drown, not completely. Chris held you as tightly as you held him, the two of you keeping one another aloft through it all, riding the high until there was nothing left to take, nothing left to give.

The inside of your head felt blissfully like radio static, as if someone had left it carelessly unattended between channels, the white noise filtering through to your brain, to your very nerve endings.

Chest heaving, breaths trembling, you collapsed against him, the weight of Chris's embrace a comforting presence as you came down from your high. Little did you know your very presence was of great comfort to him as well, the two of you guiding each other back home.

"You- I... fuck," you gasped out in a breathless whisper, unable to find the right words. But at this point, words became unnecessary, a sort of unspoken agreement forming amidst the aftermath. Chris knew, he always did...

He sat there for a while afterwards, holding you close to him, not quite ready to let you go, not just yet. If he was being honest, he felt rather selfish in that moment. It wasn't enough, he still needed you, needed to feel you, to taste you...

"Here, lie down for me, baby..." he murmured, helping you up as he slowly withdrew from you. The sharp hiss you let out at the feeling of emptiness afterwards, oh, how he hated that sound. But he'd make up for it, he'd see to it, you'd see...

The minute you were lying prone and soft for him, Chris gently parted your legs, immediately leaning down to kiss you in that most intimate of places, working with tongue and teeth to cleanse you, but fuck, the taste-!

He groaned against you, the muffled sound being unwillingly ripped from his throat, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you in place as he instead devoured you, every taste of your essence and his heavy and seductive on his tongue... he wanted more.

No, fuck that, he needed it.

And the way your fingers tangled tightly in his blonde hair, pulling harshly as he ate you out so deep, fuck-- he needed more of it, he needed all of it.

And you-!

You'd swear up and down, Chris was practically made for eating pussy, holy fuck-

It was one of the things he was particularly skilled in, the way he could have you coming unraveled at the seams for him just like that...

Fuck-!

Your thighs shook, a harsh cry tearing itself free from your parted lips as you came for him, Chris using that sinful mouth of his to fuck you through not one, but two orgasms, holy-!

You tugged harshly at his hair, his answering hiss sending a flush of heat straight through to your core, shoving you carelessly, blissfully, over the edge one last time, before Chris decided to show you mercy.

"N-no... more..." you gasped out, panting softly for him. "Safeword?" he breathed, lifting his head to stare up at you through heavy eyes, those warm brown irises scorching through to your soul.

You shook your head at him, unable to respond vocally. But much like before, words were unnecessary with the two of you. He leaned back, taking you by the hands and gently pulling you up to cradle you to his chest, hugging you tightly.

You were done, you had reached your limits.

But that was okay with him, you had done more than what he'd expected of you, much like you always did.

It was one of the things he had come to grow fond of, with the relationship you two had.

"Fuck, you did so good for me, baby. 'M'so proud of you," Chris murmured against the top of your head, his fingers tracing light circles along your back, tracing up your spine, working to bring you back down to earth, back to him.

You were much too exhausted to respond, instead settling for a soft hum of acknowledgement, your breathing eventually returning to normal as you left your high behind.

Only then did you finally take note of one minute detail that had previously escaped your notice.

The door to the guest bedroom had been left open, the entire time you and Chris had fucked.

Anybody could have walked past, could have seen you and Chris like that...

"Fuck..." you mumbled.

"Hmm?" came Chris's soft reply.

"The door. It got left open," you answered in a tired murmur.

There was a moment's silence before you and Chris both looked at each other, neither one of you suddenly able to keep from laughing.

When the laughter had died down, Chris cast a look over his shoulder at the door. "Probably a good idea to close that next time, yeah?" he remarked, turning back to grin down at you. You nodded, your cheeks flushing at the thought that one of his bandmates might have seen the two of you.

And then Chris's words clicked into place.

"Wait, next time? You mean that?" you asked softly, a hopeful look in your eyes. He nodded, smirking down at you. "You don't think I'm gonna let you get away with this twice, do you?" he teased you, leaning down to kiss you.

You grinned, shrugging as you kissed him back. "Maybe? I got you this time, didn't I?" you teased him in response. "Mm, no," he answered, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before releasing it, "no, baby. I got you."

You leaned back to pout at him, earning another laugh from him. "Alright, how about this? Truce?" he asked, holding out a hand. You eyed it dubiously for a second, before finally relenting, shaking his hand. "Alright. Truce," you agreed. "For now," you added a moment later, unable to keep from smirking.

Chris raised both brows at you, before calling you a brat. Although, judging by the faint smile on his face, you knew he didn't mean it.

And you were right, he didn't mean it. You were his good girl, you'd always been, always would be...

"I mean, you guys cleaned up in there, right? I'm not gonna find anything... questionable... later?" Ricky asked, raising an eyebrow at Chris. There was some light laughter amongst the rest of the guys, as they all sat gathered around the open, brightly blazing fire-pit.

The last rays of the dying sun had long since bled out, leaving nothing but ink and gemstones and a silver smile gracing the skies. Food had been eaten, drinks had been had, laughter had been shared, and now that things were winding down, you had ended up falling asleep in Chris's lap, your head resting on his shoulder.

Chris made a face at Ricky, earning more laughter from his bandmates. "Of course we cleaned up. Besides," he said, glancing down at your sleeping form in his lap, "I think she needed this today."

"How long had it been for you guys again?" Ryan asked, arching an eyebrow. "Too fucking long," came Chris's instant reply.

A few low catcalls and whistling ensued from some of his bandmates, earning them all an eyeroll from Chris. "Sooo... tour update: Y/N's no longer a brat?" Ricky teased, grinning.

Unable to hide his own grin, Chris shook his head, glancing down at you again and placing a soft kiss atop your head as you slept. "No... she just needed a little extra attention from me today, that's all..." he answered.

"Dude, you're so fucking soft for her," Vinny grinned. "Yeah, man, I don't think I've ever seen you like this with anybody, our fans included," Justin agreed.

Ricky snorted, casting a sideways glance at his friend. "It's cause he loves her," he said with a wink. Chris waved him off with a smile, but he knew his bandmate was right.

He did love you, more than he ever thought he could, more than he thought he deserved to. How he'd ever been lucky enough to land someone as special as you... that was still, and probably would always be, a mystery to him.

"Oh and by the way, you guys were totally loud," someone suddenly spoke up, earning another round of laughter from everybody.

"Shut up, we were not!"

A/N: I know this one was a bit of a long read, I do apologize. But for those of you who stuck around and made it all the way to the end, I want to very humbly thank you and hear what you thought of this one! (Also, if you think I should do more of these, please let me know in the comments and REBLOG! Every little bit helps! Thank you so much, fellow Creatures! 🎃

[collapsedglasshouses]

Late-Night Comfort || Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader

PAIRING: Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: When your neighbor Vinny finds you crying in front of your door, he is willing to help you out of your misery, no matter what it needs...

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+, MDNI!, thigh riding, oral sex (female and male receiving), swearing, …

A/N: not proof read, pls be patient with me, I love this so much

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit

This was not what you planned. Everything that happened that night was not what you planned…

The night was unusually quiet as Vinny made his way up to his apartment. He had been at a small party with his bandmates and was tired but in good spirits. He just wanted to relax and play some games before wandering of to bed. Right as he turned the corner, his plans started to change right before his eyes. He saw you sitting in front of your apartment door, which was right across from his. You were clearly sobbing, trying to keep your cries quiet, since it was already late at night.

Vinny didn’t know you that well. You and him had been friendly over the time but nothing more than neighbors. He remembered when he moved into the apartment building, you had brought him some baked good, instantly making him like you. But except for that encounter, you were nothing more than neighbors, who would occasionally greet each other if you met on your ways to your apartments.

So, when Vinny saw you sitting there, he awkwardly weighed his options. He wasn’t sure how to handle the situation and feared to make it even more awkward than it already was, being caught crying by your neighbor late at night. Ultimately, you took the decision from in when you lifted your head out of your hands and instantly spotted him at the end of the hallway.

“Hi.” You sobbed and tried to contain your cries but instantly failed miserably as another wave of sadness crashed over you while your neighbor slowly approached you.

“Hey.” Vinny answered you and came to a stop in front of you. He gazed over your frame. “Are you okay?”

Internally, Vinny screamed at himself. Are you okay? Obviously, you weren't okay.

You looked away from him again and down at your fancy red dress, while thinking about what you wanted to say to him. Even though you weren’t really close to him, let alone friends, you were way to tired and broken to just shrug it off. So, when you looked up at him again, you shook your head slightly.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Vinny than asked you and scratched his neck awkwardly. Even though his original plan was to just hide in his apartment until tomorrow morning, he was to big of a gentleman to just let you sit there.

You gladly accepted his offer and nodded, tears still running down your face while your sobs began to calm down a little.

"He broke up with me." You whispered and your lips started to shake. You wanted to be strong, but you just couldn't help it. Your boyfriend of four years had invited you to a fancy restaurant tonight and you had been more than excited. You had thought something special would happen tonight. Your friends had even convinced you he was going to propose to you, but everything came differently. He broke up with you right after dinner and even worse, made you give him the necklace back, he gifted you for your second anniversary.

It took Vinny a second to take in what you’d just told him, before he sighed. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.” He kneed down to you. “But why aren’t you in your apartment? Maybe snuggling on your couch… Getting comfy and cursing that asshole out… I don’t know.” He than asked and even brought your lips up into a small smile for a second. You noticed how overwhelmed he was by your emotional outbreak and appreciated his efforts.

“I forgot my keys.” You breathed out and sniffled for a second. In response, Vinny placed a hand on your shoulder, making sure not to cross any boundaries. He thought to himself for a second. "If you want you can sleep at my place and call the landlord in the morning."

For a second, you stared at your neighbor in surprise. You didn't quite know what to say,  since you really didn't know him that well.

"Are you going to murder me or something?" - "Oh yeah, and I waited almost six months for it." He sarcastically answered you and made you laugh for a short moment.

"So what? If I am going to die, at least I'll look good doing it." With that you stood up from your spot in front of your door and straightened your dress. Vinny watched you do so, before going to his own front door and unlocking it.

You were still quietly crying when Vinny sat you down at the dinner table and offered you a cup of tea that you gladly excepted. While the water in the kettle slowly started to boil, an awkward silence fell over the two of you.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that. I could have phoned my mom or something.” You mumbled. “And wake her up at such unholy times? Not on my watch, Mama Y/L/N needs her beauty sleep, my dear.”

You giggled at his answer and noticed how you blushed a little at his smooth answers. You didn’t really know how Vinny was in his free time since you had little to nothing to do with him.

When your tea was ready, he sat down next to you and watched you from the side, while your face was glued to the cup in front of you. Your mind was still filled with the thought of you ex-boyfriend.

“Can I make it easier for you somehow?” The man with the red hair streaks in front of you asked calmly. You allowed yourself to look up and look him in the face.

His red and brown hair laid in wild curls on his head, which he rested on his hand. His greenish eyes looked at you with an intensity you were not used to. Even though you were in such a vulnerable state, you did notice how pretty he was.

While you two were looking each other in the eyes, a dump idea shot into your mind.

"Are you Single?“ You asked him with a hint of anxiety in your voice. You saw how his eyes widened. "What?"

When you saw the confusion in his eyes, you leaned back in the chair and took a big sip of you tea cup. "Please… Let’s just forget what I said."

"I am single, why are you asking?" He ignored you and answered your initial question, his eyes sparked with curiosity as to what you wanted.

You felt how you got nervous under his glance and let a hand run through your hair before standing up. "You know what? It was dumb, let’s just get to bed or something. I-…"

You were about to walk out of his kitchen as he grabbed your hand. Your eyes instantly found his again.

"Tell me what you were thinking about." He almost demanded, goosebumps forming on your arms because of his tone.

“Please forget what I said, I can’t just use you for my own benefits… We don’t know each other that well.” You mumbled out and nervously let a hand run over your face.

“I know you well enough to let you crash here without being afraid of being robbed in my sleep and we are both adults. What’s on your mind, Y/N?” Vinny insisted still not letting go of your arm.

“I wanna make him jealous.” You said, your voice not more than a whisper while you avoided eye contact with your neighbour. This was more than absurd.

“And?” He asked to keep you going. “And what better way to make him jealous as by instantly having someone new.” It took a few seconds before you dared to look at Vinny again and when you saw his wide eyes, you wanted to sink into the floor. The apologies just bubbled out of you.

“Please- Please forget wh- what I said… We don’t even know each other and-…“ You stuttered out your words and felt yourself start to sweat. You felt stupid.

“What are you thinking about doing?” Vinny than wanted to know, his eyes sparked with curiosity. You swallowed hard before you tried to form your answer. “Maybe… I don’t know… Take some pictures?”

“Pictures?” – “Yes” – “What kind of pictures?”

You bit the inner side of your cheek, before taking a deep breath. “Maybe… I could wear a shirt of yours or something… Something that’s clearly not mine but-…” – “Okay.” – “Maybe you have a mirror in your room if that’s okay with you and-…” – “Okay.” –“N-nothing needs to happen between us, I-I just…”

“Holy, Y/N… I already said yes. So for the love of god, let’s do it!” Vinny spoke up, causing your ramble to finally stop.

“What?” You exclaimed, not believing he really agreed to your stupid plan, but when Vinny stood up from his chair and came to a stand in front of you, you needed to blink for a couple of seconds. You were really going to do this.

“We can do that… As long as you promise me not to post those pictures anywhere and my face shouldn’t be in them.” He explained his rules, while you still tried to process the fact that he was willing to do that for you even though you didn’t really know each other.

“Yeah… I’ll keep your face out of it.” You agreed to his rules and swallowed hard as he stared you down to make sure you were being honest. You tried to find out why he didn’t want his face in the pictures. You knew he was the drummer of a band, but you didn’t remember what the name of the band was or how big they even were.

Vinny walked past you and gestured for you to follow him into his room, which you did.

His room honestly looked exactly as you had imagined it. Red bedding, a drum kit in the corner and a World of Warcraft poster hanging above his desk on which a gaming set up stood.

While he went to his closet to look for something portable for you, you looked at the pictures on his nightstand. One of them showed him with another man and woman. They resembled him, so you assumed they were his siblings. The other picture showed five men, all wearing make-up and alternative clothing styles. It was a selfie taken by a man with long black hair in the foreground. He looked familiar, but you weren't really sure where from, so you just shrugged it off.

“This should do its job.” Vinny than beamed, holding a black shirt out to you that had a print on it. “The bathroom is down the hallway.”

You silently thanked him and made your way to the room. When you entered his bathroom, you took a look around it. There was a bathtub and a shower, everything decorated exactly as you would expect from a single man in his twenties.

You swallowed hard, thinking about how awkward this situation was but you were too stubborn to back down now. So you quickly stepped out of your dress and slipped into the shirt Vinny gave you.

You looked at yourself in the mirror above the sink. The print on the shirt read 'MOTIONLESS IN WHITE'. You felt like you heard that before but you weren’t really sure from where.

"You got this." You whispered to yourself before grabbing your dress from the floor and shyly making your way back to Vinny's bedroom.

You felt how your hands started to sweat when you entered the room, fidgeting with the dress in your hand. Vinny, on the other hand, looked as calm as is gets, laying on his bed with his phone in hand. His shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a bit of his stomach. You forced yourself to look away as you noticed your cheeks getting warm.

You cleared your throat, causing Vinny to look up. For a second, you thought that his eyes widened briefly, but you decided to not pay closer attention to it since you were already floated with anxiety.

"What now?" You asked quietly as Vinny leaned on his elbows.

"Don’t ask me… You had the idea." Vinny answered and you began to think about your next move. You allowed yourself to look at Vinny again. Even though you were at a vulnerable stage, you couldn't deny that Vinny looked absolutely fine leaning there. His arms were slightly flexed because of his position, some veins were visible on them. Before now, you had never really realized how attractive you actually found him.

"Maybe…“ Vinny began when he noticed you were as overwhelmed by the situation as he was. "I can sit on the edge of the bed and you can sit on my lap or something."

"Y-yeah… You could… I don’t know… Rest your head against my neck or something. This was, you can hide your face." You stuttered out and took a careful step towards him as he slid closer to the edge of his bed, both of you basically staring each at each other.

Vinny than reached out to grab your hand. "Don’t worry, Y/n. Just relaxed. We got this." His soft tone instantly calmed your nerves.

You shyly sit down on his lap, careful not to bother him in any way. You looked straight ahead at the mirror, when Vinny's armed sneaked around your waist and he nestled his head in the crook of your neck. Almost immediately you felt how your whole body was on fire and goosebumps started to form on every little part of your body. The faint scent of his perfume almost drove you crazy.

You grabbed your phone and took a couple of shaky photos, trying to contain whatever was going on with you at the moment.

"Is it okay if I try something?" He than whispered against your skin, causing you to take a shaky breath. You nodded, fearing your voice would give away how this whole thing made you feel.

When you felt one of his hand sneak under the shirt he gave you to pull you closer to him, you were sure if you had been standing, your knees would have given up.

When you felt his whole body against yours, you couldn't help but let out a small sigh. "Is this okay?" He whispered in your ear and you couldn't overhear the slight shake in his voice.

"Totally." You tried to say with a firm voice, in hopes you could hide how your skin tingled where he touched you. You also tried to ignore how he started to draw small circles on your skin as you snapped a couple pictures more.

You tried to suppress a sigh as you leaned a bit more against him and he tried to play it cool as he started to ghost his lips over your neck. You felt warmth shoot to your core as he quietly groaned against your neck after pushing his hips slightly forward. You couldn't ignore feeling his hardened member against you.

"You know what would make him even more jealous?" You breathed out, almost crumbling in your neighbor's touch.

"What?" He whispered against your neck between small kisses and his hands grabbed your hips a bit firmer.

"If we actually fucked." You answered him with a stutter in your voice and you noticed how he began to smile as you looked at him through the mirror.

"Oh... He would be fuming." Vinny exclaimed and with that the ice was broken and turned on his lap, your lips instantly crashing together.

His hands roamed your body, while yours traveled in his hair. Your ex was long forgotten as soon as his tongue slipped in your mouth. Never in your life did you think about this happening but it seemed like you were made for each other in that moment.

You gently pushed him back onto his mattress and straddled his lap, instantly attacking his lips again. When his lips wandered to your neck again, you sighed.

"You think, this is smart?" You wanted your neighbor to reassure you.

"Definitely not." He whispered again your neck and than licked over the small space he just kissed, causing you to quietly moan. You bucked your hips against him.

"Look at you. Such a needy little thing. Wanting to take pictures and than not being able to contain yourself." He mocked you with a cheeky smile.

You tried to avoid eye contact but he didn't let you by turning your head to face him again. "Tell me what you want, Y/n. I need to be sure you want this."

Your heart was racing while you looked into his greenish eyes.

"I need you to fuck me, Vinny." You whined out when you were sure your voice wouldn't fail you.

Right after you finished your sentence, Vinny grabbed the back of your neck again, crashing his lips into yours again. Your lips slid over each other in a sort of dance.

You moaned when Vinny's hands started to roam over your body finding their way to your ass. He used your noise to slip his tongue into your mouth to meet with yours again.

When you let go of each other again, you were both panting and trembling. “It's a fucking crime not to worship you.” he mumbled against your lips.

“Ride my thigh, sweetheart.” He groaned, his eyes filled with a fire you had never seen before.

You sit back down on his sweatpants covered thigh and slowly start to drag your core against it. The friction of your clit rubbing against the material of your panties and his pants made you cry out immediately. “Just like that, pretty girl.”

Before you knew it he pulled your t-shirt up and put his mouth on your chest, sucking and biting one of your nipples with his lips. "Shit, Vinny..." You cried out, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, to not completely crumble in his arms as your grind against his thigh.

"God, you sound so sexy when you say my name." He moaned against your cheat, before pulling away to reveal several red marks right where his mouth hand been. "You think you can make yourself cum for me?"

His hands that had never touched you before, were now gripping your hips and moving it in a circular motion on his thigh.

"Y- Yes... I... I'll cum for you." You whined, feeling how your thoughts became more irregular with each second passing. It felt so good, you didn't want to stop.

"That's my good girl." He groaned out, almost being in full charge of your movements, while you let your head fall onto his shoulder, pressing your eyes closed as you felt the wetness spread underneath you, on his pants. You moaned out his name loudly as you came undone.

"Take your time." He whispered in your ear, kissing your earlope and than down your neck. You rested their for a couple of seconds, still hearing your heart beat in your ears but not quite ready to let go of the moment, so when gently lifted your face to look at him, you felt how your stomach tingled again.

"I need to taste you." He said with such a serious tone, you almost crumbled in his arms. Your mind was blown. He wanted to eat you out and you didn't even have to beg for it.

You could only nod, still overwhelm with your emotions before you crawled of his lap and laid down on his bed. When he stood up to remove his shirt, you noticed the wet stain you felt on his pants and felt how your cheeks got even warmer than they already had.

When you wanted to sit up to remove your shirt, Vinny stopped you. "Don't. Keep it on. I like how it looks on you."

With that he made his way between your legs and started to press wet kisses on the inner side of your right thigh. He than slowly pulled your wet underwear down.

"Look how wet you are and everything just for me." He smirked. If you weren't so overwhelmed, you would have made sure he lost that facial expression, but you couldn't think about anything except his mouth against your core.

He spreaded your legs a bit more open and let his hand run over your folds. "So pretty..." He mumbled and you could feel his breath against your core. You moaned loudly when he licked over your clit.

"Vinny." You cried out and tried to move your hips but he tightened his hold on you. You held still immediately, not risking of loosing his touch. You whined and moved your hand down to grab his hair to get a hold of yourself, while his tongue was circling your clit, before slidly sucking on it.

He moaned against you as he saw your reaction to him, while he worked his experienced tongue against you. When you thought it couldn't get any better, you felt how he slowly slipped a finger inside of you.

"Shit... Fuck.. Oh god." You almost screamed out and harshly pulled on his hair.

"Oh god, Y/n." He moaned and moved his hips against the bed. He tried to get off himself.

"Vinny?" You moaned, causing him to slow down his movement and look up at you from between your legs.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, his voice having a sweat tone. He instantly started to draw small circles on your thigh while his other hand still worked slowly inside of you.

"Come up here." - "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, but I have an idea." You answered him and with that he slowly let his finger slide out of you. You whine slightly before you watch him as he put his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.

When he crawled out to you, you needed to contain yourself, to not instantly moan out again, as you feel his hardened member press against your wet core.

"What's the matter, Y/n?" He asked you with care. Instead of answering him right away, he reached down between you two and started to palm his member through his pants.

"Fuck, what are you doing, sweetheart?" He moaned against your lips, but you just signal him to lay down. When his back reached the mattress, he pulled you in for a kiss again.

His tongue rough against yours, you felt him reach down. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and pulled his member out. He slowly began to move his hand, when you kissed your way over his neck and down his chest.

When you reached his dick, you slowly let your tongue circle the tip, causing him to twitch slightly, pre-cum already leaking from his hard member. His hands instantly found their way in your hair. When you took him as deep as you could, he bucked his hips slightly up and moaned out your name.

"God, you feel so fucking good." He cried out, causing you to let a hand slight down your body and find your clit.

"Fuck, Y/N." he curses, not caring how loud he was. Goosebumps take over your skin as you feel your orgasm built up. You looked up through your eyelashes and your eyes meet with his.

It felt you exploded when you finally came again — all tension leaving your body as your fingers worked you through your orgasm. You hummed around Vinny, when you felt his cum shoot into your mouth. It sent shivers down your spine and you felt like you would cum again on the spot. He twitched in your mouth and whined your name as you worked him through his high, hands letting go of your hair before pulling you up to his face while you swallow.

"Holy shit." He breathed out before you kissed him again. Your heart was racing as you lost your strength, letting your body fall against his chest. You rested your head against him, hearing his heart pound equally as fast as yours and before you could even think about it, you felt yourself slip into a deep sleep.

The next morning, you slowly woke up, feeling an arm securely wrapped around your waist. As the memories of the night before flooded back, a warm blush crept across your cheeks. Carefully, you tried to get out of Vinny's arms, not wanting to disturb his peaceful slumber.

With a shy smile, you tiptoed out of his bedroom and headed to the kitchen, craving a glass of water to start your day. However, as you entered the kitchen, your eyes widen at the sight of a stranger standing there.

The man's gaze immediately fixated on your shirt, adorned with the unmistakable white logo "Motionless in White". Still half in a daze, you met the man's curious stare.

"Who are you?" you inquire, a hint of confusion in your voice.

The man in the kitchen arched an eyebrow. "Who are YOU?"

A moment of silence hung in the air as you studied each other, a silent exchange of questions without words.

"You're not some kind of groupie, are you?" The guy finally broke the silence, his eyes still lingering on the Motionless in White logo.

Perplexed by the unexpected accusation, you replied, "What are you talking about?"

The man just quietly pointed at your chest. "The shirt."

You looked down at your attire, then back at him with genuine confusion. "What's the matter with it?"

"It's our band," He stated blankly.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. "Your WHAT?"

You struggled to process the unexpected revelation, realizing that the previous night's escapade might have involved a member of a band.

"You sure, you don’t know us?" The man asked again, trying to test you.

"I'm Vinny's fucking neighbor." You cried out to defend yourself.

"Oh! Y/n?" He than asked.

"Why do you know my name?" You wanted to know and he gladly answered your question, "Vinny talked about you."

Your eyebrows shot up at the man’s statement. "What do you mean?"

"He was pretty sad when he found out his pretty neighbor had a boyfriend." The man explained, "But by the look of you, I guess that’s no more?"

He smirked while you stared at him in surprise. Vinny had a thing for you. Your neighbor had a crush on you for the whole time.

Before you could answer the man, you heard Vinny’s voice behind you. "What’s going on here?"

You didn’t move a muscle, still processing everything that had happened. You wanted to make your ex jealous and ended up sleeping with your neighbor, who had a thing for you and also was the drummer of a, apparently, well-known band.

"Here comes the boy!" The man in front of you exclaimed, while Vinny looked at the two of you in a mix of confusion and tiredness.

"What are you doing here, Ricky?" - "Actually, I just wanted to pick up my guitar, but it’s getting more interesting with each second passing."

Vinny rolled his eyes, before leaving the room and shortly after coming back with a guitar case.

"I guess, I should be going… Nice to meet you, Y/n and good bye you two." With that, Ricky left Vinny’s apartment, leaving the two of you in the chaos you created.

You still stared at the place Ricky stood at, when Vinny cleared his throat. "I hope you slept well."

You just nodded.

After that it went silent for a couple of minutes, both of you not knowing what to say.

"You know, I don’t regret it." You than whispered.

"What?" Vinny exclaimed.

"I enjoyed last night." - "Me too." - "Good" - "Good"

You stared at each other.

Without thinking about it, you stepped closer to him and grabbed him by the shirt he was now wearing. When your lips met again, it took Vinny a second to respond to the kiss but when he did, you felt him smile into it.

When you let go of each other, Vinny mumbled something out.

"You should wear my shirts more often." He whispered.

"And you should have told me about your crush, maybe I would have had the courage to leave my ex before this whole disaster happened." You answered him.

"Without that disaster, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to ask you on a date." Vinny than exclaimed boldly.

For a second you looked him in the eyes and thought about your answer. You knew your break up was fresh but when you looked at Vinny like that you felt like you were over it immediately.

"And I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to say yes."

And with that, you decided to keep your pictures to yourself…

[beaker1636]

Donors Wanted Pt. 1 - Chris Motionless

AN: Hey, here it is. I have never written in first person so if this is slightly lower quality than my other work it is because I am adjusting to that, but here is the first part! I hope you all enjoy it! I have no clue how many more parts I intend for this but it'll be several!

Taglist: @yournecessaryevil @talialovesmiw @ladyveronikawrites @cookiesupplier

I slip out of the shower before making my way back towards my bedroom, trying to decide what I should do.  I know the inevitable is going to happen, the sun is now setting so they should be here with the one who is sick.  I sigh, slipping into some sweatpants and a shirt to be comfortable figuring that  would probably be the best but really not sure how any of this is going to work honestly.

Suddenly Sierra is standing outside my door, startling me when I leave my room.

“Holy shit, you scared me,” I grasp my chest, startled as my body jumps from my sudden presence of my roommate.

“I wanted to tell you that you should probably make sure to eat, this time he is going to need more than usual because of how rough he is and I don't want you too exhausted or to pass out.  I already made some of your favorite pasta and have it on the stove for you,” she says softly, giving me a smile as she steps away to give me room to step out into the hallway.  Her blue eyes show me just how happy she is that I am willing to do this, that I want to help her friend.

“Yeah, okay.  Thanks, I assumed I’d be sitting there awhile too so I wore something comfortable.  I guess I don’t know how to prepare for any of this, honestly I am starting to get nervous about this all Sierra,” I finally admit.  I refuse to look at her, knowing she would want to try and make it better if she knows just how bad I am.

“Hey, I was too the first time I did this for Rick, but then just knowing I was helping someone, that I was able to help him stay alive, it helped me feel like it was worth it.  Now we have a really strong bond, honestly we haven’t labeled it but we’re basically a couple. This isn’t a bad thing honestly, is it going to hurt, yes, I almost guarantee it this time because he is going to be a lot rougher more than likely.  But normal feedings, they don’t.  After the initial sting of the bite it actually can feel okay, or they can make you feel great because it gives the two of you a bond nobody else has with them,” she says.  Her eyes meet mine again as she smiles, I can tell her feelings are genuine. That she means everything she says, that she does feel that bond with Rick.

“I, thank you.  I just needed that reassurance. I guess that this genuinely won't be terrible, come on, lets go eat some dinner before they get here,” I say softly, squeezing her arm as I walk by her in the hallway in thanks for helping me feel better.

We both settle on the couch with a bowl of our pasta, putting one of our favorite shows on the tv so that we could sit and try to relax about this impending moment, me pulling my blanket around myself as I try to warm up, unsure if I feel cold because of my anxieties or if I am actually cold.

We are most of the way through dinner when there is a knock on the door, making me tense up in fear as the reality of what is about to happen comes crashing down.  I almost instantly glance at Sierra, silently begging her to answer the door so I have another couple moments before this actually happens.

She gets up, giving me a reassuring smile before she goes and opens the door, hugging the shorter man that is standing in the front before ushering him in.  Then behind him there are two bigger guys carrying in another, one that is clearly sick.  His eyes are barely even open, his body covered in a sheen of sweat as he lets them carry him, limp and unmoving inside of our house. 

I let out a gasp when I realized just how sick he actually is, I don’t know why I thought it wasn’t actually this bad when Sierra told me about him but I didn’t.  This poor man, his black hair hangs in his face, almost covering his dark eyes as they move and gently set him on the couch next to me.

Before I can register what’s happening the shorter one has their arms wrapped around me in a hug, one that I stiffly return, anxious and confused.

“Thank you, thank you so much for helping our leader.  We, we all thought we were going to lose him and we’d never find someone who would help,” he says, his voice soft in my ear before he pulls away with a smile.

“Uhhh… you’re welcome?” I say awkwardly, not sure what I should think about this all.

“Hey Rick, you probably should have said who you were before you just pulled her into a hug, she's already anxious,” Sierra scolds before she looks at me. “That was Rick, he's the clan doctor of this group.”

The one who is named Rick gives me another smile.  His dark hair looks beautiful against his skin and blue eyes, I can understand why Sierra seems to have a thing for him, he is much her type.

“Oh yeah, sorry.  I’m Rick, and those two that helped me bring Chris over are Ryan and Justin,” he gestures to the other two.  I notice Ryan is a bit more bulky, his muscles in his arms prominent as he gives me a slight wave.  The piercing in his nose for some reason stands out to me, maybe because I didn’t expect it.  Justin on the other hand is quite a bit taller than the other men, his hair an artificial blonde color which tells me he either dyes it or intends to.  Justin gives me a sad smile, like he's happy I am helping but distraught over their leader being in rough shape.

“Um Hi? I’m y/n.  Sorry, normally I have more to say but I’m still… processing things.  What do I need to do or whatever,” I say softly, my eyes settling on the heap of a form that is their leader.  My heart is half broken, I can’t help but wonder how long he has been starving to get this sick.  And the fact he is taking the admirable path and refusing to just go eat like most of their kind would and is letting himself starve…. I just can’t wrap my head around this.

“Well, normally you two would meet a couple times a week give or take so that he could come and feed, and you’d arrange that together but he clearly couldn’t do that this time.  I also unfortunately am thinking we may have to umm cut you, make him smell your blood to make his instincts kick in to drink from you.  His body is so shut down that I don’t think he is going to be able to just naturally do it.  Anyways, there are a few things I do think you should know first.  Mostly this one, drinking from a human, it naturally arouses us, so if he ever kisses you or something, please don’t take it badly it’s probably because of that natural response.  Second, we are able to heal your wounds with our saliva, so when it’s done and you allow him to lick the marks they will go away within a few minutes.  And third, most importantly, you are always welcome to cancel this arrangement at any point. It is preferable with notice but if you just decide you can’t do it anymore it is understood and you’d be allowed to leave.  Uhh Ryan, Justin, am I forgetting anything? I’m so used to Chris doing this talk with new people that I don’t remember what all he says.” Rick asks, glancing towards the other men to ask if he missed anything.

“I don’t think so honestly,” Ryan says, giving a shrug as he watches you curiously.  Normally the donors are freaking out more but somehow you don’t seem to be and it is honestly perplexing him, making him wonder why.

“I, I guess we should start this, not waste time in helping him feel better huh?” I ask, my eyes still watching their leaders form as I take in the sight of him some more.

“I’d suggest if you don’t mind maybe doing this in your bedroom, it’s going to take a while so that way you can make yourself comfortable, and so if it is easier he is able to lay down,” Justin quickly suggests, wanting to make this as easy on both Chris and I as he can.

“Uh yeah okay, follow me I guess,” I say softly, leading them towards my bedroom, watching a little curiously as the two men are carrying their leader again as I sit against the headboard, learning back so as to try and be comfortable while they place Chris on the bed next to me.

“I think what will be easiest is to just have you give him your wrist, see if he’ll take it.  If not, do you care if I cut you, not a lot but just enough that it should make him instinctively react and hopefully reach for you? He’d still wind up biting you but at least then we know he is drinking,” Rick asks, looking up at me with his blue eyes looking sad, like he doesn’t want to do this.

I nod, moving to place my arm right in front of Chris, hoping that he’ll find the strength to just lean in and take what he needs but when he doesn’t I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness, wanting him to just do it.  I let out a sigh, moving to hold my hand out towards Rick so that he can take his knife and lightly cut me, hoping he understands that I am telling him to just go ahead and do it.

He also sighs, moving to lightly knick me, enough to make me bleed but not enough to hurt me as I let out a small gasp from the sting.  I move to put my arm in front of Chris’ face again, noticing that his eyes are opening as he just watches me closely, practically drooling over it but not acting.

“Fuck, come on Chris,” I whisper, suddenly aware that I want him to do this, that I want to help him and I feel hopeless.  He finally leans in, smelling me softly before I feel his teeth suddenly clamp down, biting into my flesh hard, making me gasp and let out a cry, in both surprise and pain as he finally gives in to this.  

His lips settle on my skin around his teeth as he finally begins to drink, his hands pulling my arm and me closer to him as he takes what he needs, my eyes meeting his as he does.  I can’t bring myself to look away from his eyes, something drawing me in, neither of us looking away from the other until we hear some quiet cheers from across the room as everyone realizes that he is actually feeding from me.  

I look back towards him again, noticing a small stream of red running down his chin and can’t help myself but to wipe it off with my fingers, noticing how he shuddered slightly under that touch as he continued to drink.  His eyes staying locked on me as he starts to look healthier, gaining more strength and his powerful aura is starting to shine through more and more as he continues.

I start to grow tired as he continues to feed, starting to slump in my bed a little as he continues for a few moments longer, my eyes growing heavy.  He pulls away and looks at me with such a soft expression on his face, one of thanks, adoration, admiration before he pulls my arm back towards him, gently licking at the wounds of his bite and of the cut before he gently places it back down, brushing a strand of hair out of my face before looking towards the others in the room.

“Can one of you go get her some orange juice or something, it’ll help her perk up a little from this,” he says, his tone commanding.  

Within seconds the other three men are scrambling out of the room, headed towards your fridge to do as he asks while your friend Sierra watches you, concerned because of how pale you look.

I don’t look at her though, I choose to look over at Chris again, who is still seated next to me. When I meet his eyes he gives me a smile, a hand settles softly on my arm as he lightly rubs his fingers along the skin that he had previously bitten.

“Thank you, I, just thank you,” he says softly, his eyes watching mine as he continues to treat me so gentle, so valuable and I don’t know what to do about it, what to think.

“Chris, it’s no problem, wanted to help who everyone thought so highly of,” I say softly, rubbing my eyes a little bit as the exhaustion still hits me.

As soon as the words leave my mouth the guys return back, someone shoving a glass towards me of the juice as they all watch to make sure I drink, that I am doing alright.  I finish it and lean back with a sigh, feeling a little better but still not great.

“Well, do you want all of us to sit here and keep an eye on her or do you trust yourself enough to watch her for a little bit herself.  As much as you drank from her, someone needs to watch her for an hour or so, make sure she is okay because it was so much more than usual,” Rick explains, looking at Chris.

“I can do it, you guys have already done more than enough.  Someone go check on Vinny, we all know he still struggles a little bit with urges when he's alone and the rest of you can go, thank you,” Chris says, nodding towards them before they all look towards me again, all giving me their thanks for what I did before they wander out.

It is quiet for a minute while it is only Chris and I in the room, neither of us sure what we should say or what we should think, before he finally breaks the silence.

“Thank you for this… now I feel like we should talk, get to know each other better because we are going to be seeing a decent bit of each other,” he says gently, moving to help me lay down on the bed when he can tell that I am ready for it.  My head now rests on my pillow before a blanket is draped over the top of me while he still sits there next to me.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

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late night devil, put your hands on me ( vinny mauro x oc )

pairing: vinny mauro x oc, vinny mauro x chris motionless cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ asks and assignments, subby vin x dominant oc, also contains chris x vinny, open relationships, sexting (sending explicit pictures), exhibitionism, edging, marking/biting, masturbation, dry humping, orgasm denial, face slapping, unprotected vaginal sex, come marking, mommy kink, daddy kink mention. word count: 3.1k author's note: week two of friends in sin, a day late. this one was a last minute change in plans. title comes from "teeth" by 5 seconds of summer. divider by @saradika-graphics ✨

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Find somewhere quiet. You have ten minutes. Do not come.

Vinny almost regrets checking his notifications while they’re out to lunch before the show that night. The sound itself has become Pavlovian, the little chime coming from his phone that always seems to come at the most random times and he gets hard hearing it. But that’s the whole point. It’s what he agreed to before he left for tour. Half the time, he’s around people when he gets them, and she knows that. It’s why she does it. Like now, when he has to mumble an excuse to everyone and find the nearest bathroom. No one is really paying him any attention, but he can’t help but think about it as he walks away from the table, if anyone knows what she tells him to do. He likes that more than he probably should.

The bathroom door doesn’t have a lock, but there are stalls and he checks that the bathroom is empty before he goes into one and latches the door behind him. She didn’t specify when the ten minutes started, but he’s assuming that it’s from the time she sent the text. Slumping against the door, he sits his phone down on top of the toilet paper holder and immediately starts undoing his jeans. Even if he doesn’t get to come, he doesn’t have time to waste. He shoves his pants and boxers down around his thighs, listening for anything but the sound of the air conditioning humming through the ceiling and the upbeat pop music playing out in the diner filtering in through the speakers. It’s quiet except for that.

He thumbs at the head of his cock, spreads precome around, and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to muffle the satisfied sigh crawling up out of his throat. When he strokes himself, the sound is loud in the small space, and it’s too dry. He lets out a frustrated noise and brings his palm up to his mouth, spitting once, then again. Dragging his hand down his shaft the second time feels better, and his toes curl in his sneakers as he starts to fist himself again.

It’s been two weeks since she let him come, and she’s got him sneaking off to random places to jack off with no release at least every other day. Vinny keeps track, as if he could forget. He’s amazed at his own control, honestly. But he knows that if he breaks the rules, he doesn’t get his reward when he gets home. And he’s got dozens of images running through his mind of what that reward is going to be, because she never tells him, not until he’s fully earned it. He strokes himself faster, curling over himself.

The bathroom door opens and Vinny goes still. His heart is thudding in his chest and he brings a hand up over his mouth, but he doesn’t stop.

“You get lost, Vin?” Justin’s voice bounces off the walls.

Vinny thunks his head against the door, and then realizes how loud that is. When he looks down, he sees his still hard. “Uh yeah, I’ll be out in—a few minutes?”

As if on cue, his phone chimes with another message, and he takes his hand off his dick like he’s been caught. Justin’s laughing on the other side of the door.

“Oh. It’s like that then.”

“Fuck off, respectfully.”

He hears Justin leave, and he peers through the crack in the door just to be sure the bathroom is empty again. Instead of going back to what he was doing, he picks up his phone to check the notification.

Your time is up. Where’s my proof you’re still hard?

Vinny doesn’t think there’s any tasteful way to take a dick pic in this diner bathroom in the middle of Texas, but he does his best. She only wants to see that he’s still hard anyway, and that much is blatantly obvious no matter what the picture looks like. He sends it along, and waits for his cock to soften enough for him to be able to fix his clothes.

She sends back a heart emoji in response, a sign that he did exactly what she wanted him to do.

Find Chris. He knows what I want from you.

They’ve never dragged the others into this, but there’s a first time for everything. He knows what to say if he wants to opt out of any task, he hasn’t needed to yet. And he knows she’s just playing on the fact that Vinny has always thought Chris was pretty. It’s a solid choice. He doesn’t even know what she wants Chris to do to him yet, but he’s already feeling anticipation curling in his gut as he wanders down the bus galley towards the back lounge.

Chris is sitting on one of the couches, and Vinny barely steps inside before he stops him. “Close the door.”

Whatever’s going to happen warrants a closed door. He pushes it shut and waits, trying to wrack his brain for what this could be. He knows his rules, but he also knows there’s so much that can be done without breaking those rules.

“Come over here,” Chris pats his knee. “Come sit on daddy’s lap.”

Vinny narrows his eyes at him, not moving right away. “She ratted me out.”

“Oh, big time. Come on, don’t make me tell you twice, Vin.”

He leans back into the sofa and Vinny shuffles over. Instead of sitting on his knee, he just straddles him because if they’re gonna do this, they’re gonna do it his way. At least some of it. Chris watches him with an amused expression, not saying anything at first. It’s starting to make Vinny nervous.

“I’m not allowed to, like, come or anything, you know that right?”

“Yep, she told me.” Chris reaches up and winds locks of Vinny’s hair around his finger, letting the curl bounce once he lets it go. “She just wants to see you marked up a little, and you can’t do that to yourself, can you?”

“I mean, there was that one time with the vacuum hose when I was a kid.”

Chris gives him an amused look, “I won’t ask what else you did with the vacuum hose.”

Vinny feels himself blushing under his gaze. He squirms a little on his lap, and Chris grabs onto his hips. He’s getting hard beneath him, and Vinny’s mouth falls open a little.

“So what’s the plan here? I let you play vampire on my neck and you send her pictures?”

“Basically, yeah. But you gotta walk around the rest of the tour with them. Everyone’s gonna see them.”

So that’s what it’s about. Not only getting to see visual proof of him being all marked up, but everyone else seeing it too. He’ll be wearing those marks back home. The thought of it makes him a little giddy. Reaching back, he tugs off his hoodie and t-shirt, tossing them both aside. He figures easy access is the best option. 

Chris wraps a hand around the back of Vinny’s neck, rising up to meet his mouth. Vinny, predictably, whines into the kiss. It’s been weeks since anyone else has touched him. He fists his hands in the front of Chris’ shirt and tries to get him closer, as if that were possible. Chris laughs, nipping at Vinny’s bottom lip.

“She said you’d be eager for it.”

“You’re the one who agreed to it.”

Chris gives his hair a yank, tugging his head back to expose his throat. “Are you kidding? Of course I did. Just be lucky, if not me, she was gonna ask Ryan. And he’s mean.”

That’s not a visual that Vinny needs in his head right now. Instead he’s got Chris mouthing at his throat, scraping the edge of his jaw with his teeth. Vinny uses it to his advantage, rutting shamelessly against him, and this time he doesn’t try to stop him. When Chris finally digs his teeth into his neck, his grip tightens on Vinny’s hair and his other hand presses into his lower back. Vinny gasps and whimpers, and breathes through the feeling.

Chris switches sides and bites him again, sinking his teeth in a little harder this time. Over and over until Vinny’s neck starts to feel like it’s on fire. He keeps his hands on Chris’ chest as he grinds down on him, and finally Chris yanks him down and holds him there, a stifled whine escaping him. Vinny’s so hard in his shorts he’s sure he’s going to lose it without the permission to do so. But Chris removes his teeth from his throat and gives Vinny a gentle shove off of his lap.

“Fucking vampire,” he mutters, reaching up and hissing when he touches his neck. “It feels like one big bruise.”

Chris takes his chin, turning his head this way and that. “It’s gonna look like one too. Lucky you paint your neck for shows, huh?”

Vinny sighs and lets his head fall back on the couch, once again willing his hard on away. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Chris watching him with an amused smile, and he flaps a hand at him. “Don’t you need to go change your pants or something? Come back and take the picture later.”

“You were really good for me, don’t start being a brat now.”

He pats Vinny on the top of his head and leaves the lounge. Vinny prods at his neck again, pressing his fingers into the marks. An involuntary moan slips out, and he pulls his hand away quickly, shoving them both beneath his thighs. By the time Chris finally takes the pictures for Vinny to send, his neck throbs and he knows it’s going to look ten times worse the next day. He’ll send her a picture of that too.

His nerves are frayed by the time the tour ends and he can finally go home. Once he’s inside his apartment, he literally drops his luggage in the foyer and leaves a trail of clothes on the way to the bathroom so he can take a long, hot shower. He doesn’t even care if the sheets are clean or not when he falls into bed after, only drying off haphazardly. But he doesn’t have to set an alarm, he doesn't have to get up and be anywhere. It doesn’t even matter that it’s the middle of the day, he’s gonna sprawl out in his bed and sleep.

When he wakes up an indeterminate time later, it takes Vinny a few minutes to realize he isn’t alone in the bed. But he feels the warmth of a body pressed into his, and fingers carding through his hair. Rolling over feels like a struggle, but he does. Ophelia’s next to him, right where he thought she’d be, and she gives him a soft smile.

“Sorry,” he says. “I should have texted when I got home—”

“It’s fine. I knew you’d crash out when you got here.”

He hums in agreement, snuggling into her. Ophelia lets out a breathless little laugh, petting her fingers into his hair and pulling it a little. Vinny gasps, she hasn’t even really touched him yet and he’s already getting hard. He hopes she’s going to give him whatever reward he earned throughout the tour, but at this point, he’s just happy that she’s here.

Giving him a coy look, she reaches down beneath the blankets, wriggling around a bit until she drops her shorts and underwear over the side of the bed.

“Can I eat you out?” he blurts out, unable to help it.

“No,” she shakes her head. Disappointment courses through him, it’s all he really wants right now. “Don’t pout at me, Vin. Here.”

Ophelia grabs his hand and guides it between her thighs. She doesn’t let go, instead keeping a hold of his wrist as he eases two fingers into her. She’s not as wet as she could be, and he goes slow. Listens as she lets out a soft sigh and moves his hand how she wants it. When she slides a finger inside in between his, he’s the one who gasps.

“Did you miss this?” she asks.

“Yes, yeah.”

She grabs onto his face with her free hand, squeezing his cheeks between her fingers. The pinch is familiar, and very welcomed. He knows he’s leaking against her thigh, just like she’s getting wetter as he drags his fingers in and out of her. “Yes what?”

“Yes, mommy.” 

His words come out garbled, but she still nods in approval. Ophelia lets go of his wrist, bringing her hand up and rubbing her fingers over his pinched mouth. He resists the urge to lick his lips. “Don’t start forgetting things when you’re about to get your reward, honey. You were so good for me while you were away. You want your reward, don’t you?”

“Yes, mommy.” he says, more coherently this time. 

She releases his face, only to press her fingers into the marks on his throat. The bruises are still dark, yellowing around the edges. She doesn’t even have to tell him what he should be doing, as he twists his fingers inside of her faster and rubs frenzied circles over her clit with his thumb. Ophelia fists a hand in his hair and drags his mouth down to hers, panting into the kiss as she rocks up against his hand. Impatiently, she manages to get out of the rest of her clothes.

He doesn’t ask her for anything more than she’s willing to give him, and when Ophelia’s thighs clamp down on his hand and she clenches around his fingers, he thinks that’s it, that’s all he’ll get for now. It wouldn’t be the first time. Vinny grows bold, free hand cupping one of her breasts. Before she can stop him, he dips his head down to pull one of her nipples between his teeth. He bites down, just a little.

“Ah, no,” the slap to his cheek is a surprise, and he jerks his head back with a whine. “Don’t get greedy.”

“Sorry, mommy,” he murmurs, trying to look innocent even though he knows she doesn’t buy it for a second. He ruts against her thigh, unable to help himself. “Am I allowed to come?”

“Not yet. Come here, up here.”

Vinny shuffles up on his knees, pushing the covers away as Ophelia draped her thighs over his. She reaches down between them, wrapping her fingers around his cock and guiding it inside of her. He grits his teeth, grabbing on her hips in a grip that is probably too hard, but she doesn’t chastise him for it.

“Go slow.” she instructs, and Vinny bites down on his tongue.

But he does what he’s told, pulling almost all the way back out and then he uses his hold on her hips to yank her back onto his cock, slowly. She lets out an approving moan, head rolling back into the pillows as he moves inside of her. He’s spent weeks torturing himself for this, to get to feel her clenching down on him, the way she’s looking up at him from beneath her lashes as she curls her hands around his wrists for leverage.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeah,” she gasps out, knees digging into his ribs as she rises up to meet each thrust. “Come closer, come closer to me, Vin.”

He wraps his hands beneath her shoulders and pulls her up until she’s straddling his lap. She lets out a breathless laugh, wrapping her arms around him. She moves greedily, setting the pace herself now, faster but still not enough. Vinny is going to lose his mind. Instead he digs his fingers into her ass and holds on.

“Like this?” he asks, leaning in to mouth at the sweaty line of her throat.

She nods rapidly, “Yeah, like this, Vin.”

“Just want you to feel good, mommy,” he murmurs, and she pulls back enough to press her forehead into his. “Maybe you’d feel better moving a little more?”

“Are you trying to get me to fuck you harder? You think you deserve that?”

“Oph—”

She smacks him again, and he apologizes quickly, burying his face between her breasts and clinging to her. Her hands fist in his hair and she does move faster, grinding down on him harder. Somehow, she makes it feel like a punishment. He can’t breathe, can’t think. He feels like he’s going to die and he’d happily accept it right now if that meant he got to come finally.

“Wait wait wait,” he gasps out, “I’m close.”

“Not inside me, don’t you dare,” she hisses out and he blinks up at her to see that she’s smiling at him.

“Where—”

“What did I tell you before you left for tour, if you did everything I asked of you?”

He tries to remember, but it’s a little hard to do so—every pun intended—while he’s right on the edge and she’s holding him inside of her the way that she is. She said a lot of things to him before the tour, gave him a list of things she’d be tasking him with over the course of the weeks he was gone. Before he can ask her to tell him, she’s lifting herself off of him, laying back on the mattress and crooking a finger at him.

And then it clicks in his brain. He crawls over her, up until he’s straddling her torso. She doesn’t let him do it himself, instead, wrapping a delicate fist around his cock and dragging it up slowly. Ophelia keeps up the teasing, moving so slowly that he’s contemplating begging. She digs her thumb into the slit and he cries out, nearly folding over her and just barely managing to keep himself up on his knees above her.

“You know what I want, Vin, don’t you?”

“Yes, mommy, yeah. I will, I promise, I just…” he trails off, cursing as his hips twitch with each stroke of her hand. He digs his fingers into his own thighs, squeezing his eyes shut. “Please!”

“You can come whenever you want, honey, I’m not stopping you.”

It’s all the permission he needs to spill across her hand and her breasts. It feels like it goes on forever, until he’s left shaking above her while she strokes him through the aftershocks, until he’s got to gently pull her hand away. When he looks down at her, she’s tracing her fingers through the mess on her skin, and he groans, slumping down on the bed beside her.

“Hey!” Ophelia reaches over and smacks his hip. “This isn’t gonna clean itself up, you know?”

Vinny doesn’t think about it, he just rolls over and drags his tongue over her breasts. He hears her gasp of surprise above him, and smiles against her skin.

“I meant a bath, or a towel.”

“Sorry…mommy,” he laughs and she rolls her eyes at him, pulling him up for a kiss.

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I'M YOURS TO KEEP, SO SINK YOUR TEETH INTO ME 18 + (Chris Motionless x Nicholas Ruffilo)

Friends in Sin Kinktober 2024

Motionless in White Kinktober 2024 - DAY ONE

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🥀Pairing: Vampire! Chris Motionless x Vampire! Nicholas Ruffilo

🥀Summary: In this dystopian regency tale, Christopher drags the prince to the city for a night of fun and fright.

🥀Content warning: Supernatural Au, breath play, blood drinking, blood sharing, blow jobs, use of magic,

🥀Author's note: Title comes from Blessthefall's 'Drag Me Under". Story inspired by N. Dune's "Within Her Magic". Shout out to @nerdraging4point0 for being my lovely beta reader💜pics of inspiration (all sfw) chris // nick // the twins 💜Dividers by @saradika-graphics

🥀 word count - 2k

Nicholas groans as he rolls out of bed. Peering up at the setting sun and rubs his eyes warily, a yawn overtaking his whole body with a stretch. He doesn’t know how long he’s been cooped up in his father’s mansion- a punishment for the lack of an heir - but what his father doesn’t know is how he’s been intentionally making himself infertile from a concoction of magical herbs. Nick is tired of his family's traditional bullshit. 

He dresses quickly in ripped jeans and a tight black cotton turtleneck shirt his secret boyfriend stashed for him in the depths of his walk-in closet. After sliding on a pair of boots he’s only worn twice in his life, he drapes himself in a long leather trench coat his boyfriend insisted he wear tonight.

Nick sighs deeply, rolling his eyes as he sends a silent prayer to the void that this night doesn’t go horribly wrong, and he jumps out of the window.

In his bat form, it doesn’t take him long to reach the edge of the city when he knows his boyfriend will be there. They've done this before, but not this risky yet Nick doesn’t have a fuck to give anymore. 

He shifts back into his human body, hair loose and wild against the cool breeze surrounding him. For a heartbeat- if he had one - he drinks in his lover’s appearance and smirks. 

“Fuckin dork,” Nick huffs a laugh, gripping the collar of his love’s coat to pull him into a deep kiss. It’s slow and unhurried, a wet tongue sliding between a pair of lips where they exchange hot breaths and hushed moans. Cool metal brushes against his skin when sloppy kisses mark his cheek and trail down his jaw. 

“We should go, Christopher,” Nick mumbles. The lips pressed against his throat suck an annoyed mark onto his skin. “Seriously,” his voice is flat with an edge of irritation. 

“Relax babe,” Chris whispers hotly in his ear. “We’ve got all the time in the world.” Chris ignores Nick’s request as he continues to pepper kisses on his tattooed skin.

“What if he finds out?”

“I’ve missed you so much,” Chris whines ignoring Nick’s concern, grabbing his lover's hand he whisks them away into the neon city lights.

Nicholas still gets nauseous when Christopher takes them at supernatural speeds, despite them traveling this way almost daily. He wretches behind a large burning metal canister in the dank alleyway, wiping his mouth with his hand, he swallows down more bile. 

“You ok, my love?” Chris asks caressing Nicholas’ cheek which flushes against his touch. 

“I’m fine,” he scoffs pulling away, attempting to hide his embarrassment but he knows Chris sees right through it. 

“C’mon, let’s go dance until the sunrises.” Chris winks, lifting Nicholas’ hand to press gentle kisses to each knuckle.

At the bar, Nicholas settles his stomach by tossing back some bright fluorescent blue liquid Christopher thrust into his hand before disappearing onto the dancefloor. He knows that any minute now, Chris will be returning to drag him to the dancefloor. It’s their usual song and dance; literally, at least once a month when the moon is at its fullest, he takes the chance – when the neighboring territories get restless – Christopher finds them a new spot to get lost in. He knows it's only a matter of time before the King finds out, but he doesn’t care. 

What could possibly be worse than living a lie anyway? 

The glass hardly makes contact with the granite bar top before Nicholas feels himself being dragged away from the booth.

“Darling, you will just love what I have found.” Nick’s eyes go wide when the crowd parts for two very beautiful beings. The neon strobe lights cast an ethereal halo around them. His fangs lengthen on instinct alone and he wills himself to calm down. Feeding may be one of the reasons Chris brought him out tonight – to help him gain strength from all the diluted blood from the hospitals and magical elixirs.

Ever since the slow decline of the human race, supernaturals have expanded across the territories to restore the earth from the poison of overconsumption and overpopulation. The lush green forests Nicholas would run wild in as a youngling were quickly bulldozed and destroyed to be turned into infrastructures for the new city. He watched as the world went from bright green and clear skies to cold concrete and gray. Small aspects of the old world still remain in these long-forgotten cities. 

“Wow,” is all Nick can muster as his brain filters through the loud electronic synth and the dense air around him. He barely registers the bodies dancing and grinding around him – his attention fixed on them. It’s their alluring scent that hits him first as they approach him, both blonde with clear blue eyes and light-tanned skin that has seen more sun than he has. But they don’t have the typical scent of other occult. 

Human. 

Nicholas stands frozen in time as the female approaches him with her simple long white dress and long pin-straight tresses. It’s carefree and unhurried as if she wasn't afraid of being prey tonight, even though she is. With outstretched arms, she pulls the tinted glasses from his eyes causing him to blink a few times. Her skin is clear of ink, branding, or other indication of being owned.

“You have gorgeous eyes.” She smiles as she places them on her face before turning her petite frame and grinding up against him. Nicholas doesn’t stop the groan that settles deep in his throat. Her body pressed up against his feels so– 

Suddenly large warm hands grip his hips as a solid chest presses against his back. Nicholas tenses to the unfamiliar touch as the scent overwhelms him. 

The male. 

“Relax little prince,” his male’s soft sultry voice sends a shiver down his spine. “Your hottie already threatened to rip us into pieces if we misbehave.” The male doesn’t stop his teasing when he trails kisses down Nick’s jaw and the exposed skin about the turtleneck. Nick leans back into him craving more of his touch. He feels something warm like static electricity hovering over his skin, pulling him in, enticing him to slide his hands over the female in front of him. 

“It’s ok, just a little magic. But we aren’t controlling you — just enhancing your mind to what you already desire.”

“Looks like you all are having some fun.” A deep chuckle rumbles from behind him. Nick’s eyes jolt open when fingers grip his chin. When he meets his lover’s eyes, he finds them darkened to onyx and shimmering in lust. Pressure deepens around his jaw as Chris pulls Nicholas from the twins and into his embrace. Chris leans down and sucks Nick’s lower lip between his teeth. Nick presses his hands against Chris’ chest, as Chris threads his fingers through his hair, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. The world around them slows as the two share a heated moment that leaves them both a little breathless.  

When the two ancient vampires' part, Christopher guides the group to the back where there’s a scattering of leather sofas. The vampires discard their coats onto an empty seat, and then Nicholas turns to the female. The most beautiful sound comes from her parted lips when Nicholas drags her onto his lap. 

“What’s your name, human?” he asks softly, tucking a loose strand of her bright starlight hair behind her delicate ear.

“Daphne, your Highness.” Nicholas watches as she lowers her gaze in submission. 

Being the royal outcast, most pay no mind to him – which he prefers – yet this subtle act has him completely and utterly flustered. “Don’t worry my prince, I will take excellent care of you,” she leans over to whisper in his ear. 

He feels the gentle pull of magic relax him as he leans back and puts his arms around her waist. As she grinds against him, she peppers sweet kisses to his cheeks and jaw. He gasps when she sucks at the delicate skin of his throat, pressing herself harder against his erection. Instantly his fangs extend, and he can’t help when he yanks at her strands pulling her away. 

Getting the hint, she stretches her neck long and his vision focuses on the tender flesh of her throat, a small vein pulses in time with the music surrounding them. Nicholas wraps his strong arms around her, holding her tightly. Inhaling her sweet scent, he drags his nose across the bare skin, and it pebbles instantly. She shivers gracefully and a small moan tumbles from her lips when he kisses and licks at the crook of her neck.

“May I taste you?” He practically moans against her skin, his lips grazing the large vein on the side of her neck. “Please,” he whimpers sucking in a sob.

“Of course, your Highness.” She gasps when his fangs scrape at first, then her body melts into his with a soft moan when he pierces her skin. Her blood tastes of petrichor, of the lost forests, before the humans depleted the earth. The magic in his veins yearn for her, for the land before time. 

Feverishly, he digs his nails into her hips, grinding against her as he takes another pull of her blood. He’s so close to climax it’s almost painful. It’s then he hears the male moan beside him jolting him from the trance. 

Daphne sighs softly when he detaches his mouth from her. Nicholas wipes his mouth on the back of his hand ready to excuse himself to wash away the blood but when he looks down, his brows burrow. Where red usually lies is an unusually clear substance. He looks over to Daphne and his mouth drops open. Her clear blue eyes are now bright green, her ears are pointed, and the wound on her neck is now healing. 

Fae.

Nicholas tenses, eyes alert despite the edges of his vision darkening. 

“Nick, it’s alright,” Chris’ words slur slightly. “They are here to serve us.” Serve us? “Your father-” Nick turns to find the male silencing Chris with a kiss. He watches as Chris yanks at the blond, bringing his lips to the pale column of his neck. Chris flicks his gaze up to Nick before sinking his teeth in. The male’s mouth slacks into a perfect ‘o’ shape and his eyes roll back. The sight only has Nicholas aroused all over again. 

In a blur, Nicholas finds himself being pinned to the couch by the throat. Chris has always been one to be a little reckless, especially in public because of his exhibitionistic nature. Nick will gladly let him be the center of attention if that means he can sink into the shadows. 

“You good?” Chris pants, grinning wildly. Nick answers with a wicked grin, digging his nails into Chris’ hips and thrusting up into him. The friction against his jeans isn’t enough and it’s driving Nick feral. Chris leans down capturing his moan in between his lips. In the corner of his vision, he sees Daphne fall to her knees and the male stands behind her pushing her hair over to the other shoulder to offer her neck once again. Chris spears his lips apart with his tongue as he grinds against him. 

“Open up, darling,” Christopher commands and Nicholas obeys. Chris turns to the female and doesn’t hesitate when he bites down on her neck. She moans loudly and starts to shake, but the male clamps his hands on her shoulders to keep her steady. He detaches himself from the girl and spits the fae blood into his lover’s mouth. 

Nicholas swallows every bit, the magical blood instantly setting his veins alight. It’s all tongue and teeth this time when they kiss. Suddenly, there’s heat around his neck and it’s hard to breathe — Christopher’s element of air. Nick whines when they part, but only for a second when Chris pulls him from his jeans. He sucks him down fast and in no time at all Nick is shooting hot cum in the back of his throat, panting for air. Chris dutifully licks and sucks him clean - releasing his magic –  before crawling back and pressing a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

“That…was…amazing,” Nick pants. “Where did the twins go?” 

Christopher gently pulls Nicholas upright and wraps his arm around him. “Probably to get a drink or dance.” Melancholy grips at Nick’s stomach briefly. He nuzzles himself against Chris as his senses begin to dull. “We will see them again,” Chris promises. “Now let’s get you home before the King finds out.” 

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Chris Motionless x F!Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: 18+ only. A bit of angst? Smut, and fluff. Mentions of face fucking, praise kink, male receiving oral, female receiving oral, p/v unprotected sex.

Inspired by these lyrics:

“If you speak you lose your turn

So shut your mouth before I fuck it”

Chris had returned home from tour this past week, and you’ve barely spent that much “alone time” with him. You tried to get his attention on multiple occasions, but all attempts have failed miserably.

As a last resort, you decide to give him the “silent treatment”, which you knew would piss him off. Your phone makes a noise, which is a text from him. What do you do? You ignore it.

He tried to text you a few more times, and later on when he came home, he slammed the door shut. Oh, you’ve pissed him off alright.

You were currently washing the dishes, and you heard footsteps. Until, you felt a presence right behind you. 

“Care to explain why you’ve been ignoring my text messages all day?” He asks.

You lie. “Oh, I lost my phone.” Bullshit.

“So if I call it, I won’t hear it right?” He asks.

“It’s on silent Chris, you’re not going to hear it.” You reply coldly.

“Maybe lose the attitude, or we’re gonna have an issue.” He replies.

You stop what you’re doing, and wipe your hands off with a towel before setting it down. 

“I’m not having one.” You say, turning around.

“Are you really going to do this?” He asks, glaring at you.

“Do what? I’m innocent, I did nothing.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“Innocent my ass.” He says, before stepping closer to you.

“What are you doing?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

He places a hand around your throat, and squeezes lightly. 

“Well someone has been testing me today. Seems like you need to be put in your place.”

You smirk. “I’m not scared of you, mister.” 

As you say that, his eyes darken. 

“That’s it. Bedroom, now. I want you sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me.” He growls in your ear. 

“Go.” He says, smacking your ass, as you run to your shared bedroom. 

As you get in the room, you sit on the edge of the bed. A moment later, Chris walks in.

“Oh, now you listen to me.” He teases you.

You snort. “Technically, I didn’t have to listen to you.”

“Repeat that again. I dare you.” He says, smirking. Looking down at you.

“I. Didn’t. Have. To. Listen. To. You.” You sass back.

“Someone’s really acting up tonight, isn’t she? Well, you’ve lost your turn.” He growls.

“I’m not scared of yo-” You say before he grabs the material of your shirt, moving you so you sink to your knees on the floor, in front of the bed.

“Enough. Maybe I should put that mouth to better use. Hm?” He chuckles deeply.

You whimper as you look up at him, and he notices. 

“Oh? Okay then.” Smirking, he starts to undo his belt, then unzips his pants. 

Seeing that he was hard, you lick your lips.

“Open.” He demands.

“That’s my good girl. Keep going.” He praises you.

Soon, Chris grabs your hair, and starts to fuck your face.

You moan on his cock, and he throws his head back. “Fuck.”

His hand stays on your head, and soon he can feel himself getting close.

As he gets closer to his edge, his moans get louder. Soon enough, he releases down your throat.

You pull off of him, then you swallow it all. The next thing you know, he pulls you up only to push you on the bed.

He licks his lips, and he starts to take off your clothes.

“Chris-“ You start to speak.

“Shh. Let me.” He says before kissing your neck, then continuing what he was doing.

He leaves marks all over your body, especially on your neck, so people know who you belong to.

Slowly, he kisses down your body until he reaches your stomach.

“Please-“ You whine.

“Patience. Do I need to punish you more?” He suggests.

“No.” You reply.

“Good girl.” He says before continuing.

As he gets to your thighs, he smirks. Kissing your thighs, he reaches where you need him the most.

“All for me.” He says before putting his mouth on you.

As he does this you let out a high-pitched moan. “Fuck!”

He pauses for a second. “Make all the noises you want, let our neighbors know who you belong to.”

Your breath hitches as he continues licking you.

As he’s doing this, he’s grinding himself against the bed. Soon enough, you feel his hands move from your thighs, to your heat.

You feel yourself starting to get close, and Chris notices.

“I can feel you. Let go, love.” He says.

A few moments later, you let go, all over his face. Chris stands up, and licks his face.

Then, he crawls on top of you to kiss you, making you taste yourself.

“Chris-“ You start to speak.

“Shhh. All I want to hear from you are your pretty little sounds. Got it?” He reminds you.

“Yes.” You reply.

“Yes what?” He asks.

“Yes sir.” You say.

He smirks. “Good girl.”

After he takes the rest of his clothes off, he crawls back on top of you, then slams into you. As he does this, you let out a loud moan.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing such a good job for me.” He says in your ear.

He pins your arms above your head, and you whine.

“You want to touch me? Should’ve thought about that before acting up.” He says, kissing below your jaw, while slamming back into you.

It didn’t take long for you to become a babbling mess, and Chris was enjoying every second of it.

“I’m close, please let me-“ You beg before Chris interrupts.

He smirks, and snakes his hand down to your clit. “Cum for me, babydoll.”

You cum finally, and he follows shortly after.

He collapses on top of you, his head laying in between your chest. You run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you, and your face softens.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hey you.” You reply.

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you.” He mumbles.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for earlier.” You say.

“Babe, you're fine. I promise.” He smiles.

“You sure?” You ask.

“Positive. You uh, wanna clean up?” He suggests.

You chuckle. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

He crawls up to you and kisses you, then pulls out of you to help you up. After that, you both take a shower, getting into comfortable clothes after.

For the rest of the night, you cuddle in bed.