#The song doesn't make a lot of contextual sense unless you imagine that might be how they ended up in this situation...

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Want To Want Me - Vince Kovac x Reader (Tangle)

GIF CREDIT: X @wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​ #MendoTagSquad (Let me know if this works!)

Author’s Note: Could tell you I didn’t choose that GIF for any reason. Would be lying 😏😏😏

For context - I started this October last year. I finished it in April.  Exactly a month ago in fact!

Disclaimer: Tangle Characters not mine / Lyrics not mine / neither is the GIF above but oh thank god it exists... man... I could stare at that all day... Wh..Where was I?!

Premise: Vince Kovac likes watching you sleep, he might imagine that you’d be dreaming of him. This morning all he wants to do is wake you up - and he’s going to enjoy every second...

Words: 1618

Warnings: This is likely the only time I will essentially give you smut without plot. 🤷‍♀️ It is what it is! / Sinday/Sunday Smut / Oral. Please read on basis that this act is consensual 

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It's too hard to sleep I got the sheets on the floor, nothing on me And I can't take it no more, it's a hundred degrees I got your body on my mind, I want it bad Oh just the thought of you gets me so high So high

Girl you're the one I want to want me And if you want me, girl you got me There's nothing I, no I wouldn't do (I wouldn't do) Just to get up next to you

You open the door Wearing nothing but a smile down to the floor And you whisper in my ear, "Baby I'm yours" Ooh just the thought of you gets me so high, so high So high

I would do anything Just to get up next to you Anything and everything Just to get up next to you

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Vince loved watching you dream. Usually because of what had happened before you drifted to sleep - and if you were sleeping as well as you were, then the sex had to be just that good right? But also because you were so beautiful lost in your dreams like that. And he liked holding you close to him, in his arms, wrapping you up in the sheets. Kissing your shoulder gently and feeling the beat of your heart on his skin. The way you would absentmindedly smile.  He just liked being the cause of things like that. Though his idea of romance was usually highly charged and sexual, sometimes, sometimes the soft things would just really get to him.

He could have to confess - that's not what he was thinking at 8am; looking at you, covers slipped just enough down your body. The wafer thin, near transparent, soft fabric of your chemise showed off every line and curve of your form. He'd stared for so long that Vince wanted desperately to touch your skin. His hand glided from your thighs upwards; you didn't stir, of course you didn't - sleep was too good for that. 

When his fingertips caught under your nightwear, as he continued to caress your skin, Vince helped it to ride up until he exposed your panties. He groaned gently in sweet agony; they didn't exactly leave much to his imagination. And of course he was glad of that. He let the silky material cascade from his hand, observing the rise and fall of your ribs with your breathing for a minute. Vince bit his lip as his groan became a little more vocal; no way could he resist this... He let his fingers trace back down the dips in your body and underneath your lingerie; you sighed gently in your dreams as he rolled you smoothly to lie you on your back, pulling them skilfully down your legs.

Vince parted them a little further with a gentle chuckle; damn was he about to enjoy this as much as you. He started just above your knee, soft lips trailing up to your inner thigh, every so often he allowed his tongue to glide over your supple, warm skin. He wanted to savour every taste of you. You groaned gently, and your body gave a slight shake, but you were still dreaming. That didn’t stop you from sighing his name; “…Vin…” He smirked against your skin – wondering if you were dreaming of him. Well, he was sure you weren’t about to mind being woken either. His large hands rested on your thighs for a moment as he surveyed your body again, your breaths were slightly harder – but everything about you was open, even your arms were pushed back either side of your head like he might be pinning them there. He chuckled; “Good girl…” but it was just a murmur, as he lowered himself between your legs again. Vince ran his index finger from your clit down to your heat, and then back – your body shivered again as he pulled back licking it clean. “Mhmm… Baby, what I wouldn’t do to you…” He was back to growling gently, shifting his body to get more comfortable, his hands ran to keep your legs apart and hold you down; Vince had no doubt you’d wake, but he didn’t want you lashing out as you did so. His tongue was always sinful, that much you knew. Usually he was whispering things in your ear at the most inappropriate of moments. Vince’s flirting was always dirty and never all that subtle; even the way he would look at you – tongue darting out to wet his lips. All of it either gave you cause to want to smack him, or swallow hard and blush. On occasion all you wanted to do was yank him closer and put that mouth to better use. He was teasing you this morning, tip circling your clit lazily as if he was doing nothing but passing the time of day – which Vince supposed he wasn’t. You were already wet, and as he ran a little lower he got to taste more of you. This time you were a lot more vocal; the shake through your body was more like a tremor and you gasped – he couldn’t help but nearly laugh as you pushed up, for friction or for more of him he wasn’t sure, but he would take it as a good thing. His little licks became faster, and he pushed his tongue against you harder - about which time your body decided the pleasure was a little too much to sleep through and you snapped awake with a loud gasp. You didn’t know why; it wasn’t like you’d never had a sex dream – although you were fairly sure no one had ever had their head between your thighs when you’d been dreaming before – and you honestly weren’t so sure how to react. But your body was already singing and on a high; “OH!” You arched again, mewling; yearning for further friction, “God-! Vince!” He paused with a smirk for just a second, “Good morning, beautiful.” You were immediately breathing heavily; those blue eyes of his were so dark, and you knew that even when he’d had his way with you, he’d probably want to get inside you too. You felt yourself clench just at the thought - Fuck! Why was he never enough? Why was once just NEVER enough-! Vince pressed a kiss to your inner thigh again, knowing he probably wasn’t going to get too much of a structured response from you. “God, you’re already so fucking wet for me baby.” “I- I’m sure you don’t help!” Your voice was pitchy and waivered all over the place, you very nearly cursed him for that. “Not my intention. Now hush and let me take care of you.” His head dipped again but you weren’t sure exactly how you were supposed to hush considering the situation. “FUCK!” This time instead of teasing you with sinful little flicks he sucked on your clit; varying his pressure as he did so – “VINCE-!” Your legs crossed behind his head, one hand darted to tangle in his hair the other gripping the bedsheets. He pinned your hips down, tongue gliding through your folds – God, you tasted so fucking good! Vince paused again to tease you before his tongue tentatively darted out once more, and with the way he was holding you back, the friction was his to create. He was in total control – and you hated him for it. “Vince-! Please-!” You knew he’d want you to beg him for it, and with his tongue doing the teasing it was almost unbearable, you wanted him deeper, and he knew that but he was waiting for the magic words. “Vince-!!” His tongue darted again, just to give you a taste of what you would get if you asked properly, and your body gave another jolt, causing you to tip your head back with another pleasurable moan; “Vin… Baby, please, baby I need you… Please! I’m begging you!” Good enough; he’d let you off this early. Just this once. Especially given the… circumstances… of your awakening. Vince’s tongue delved deeper and just the feel of him alone had you going crazy; “Baby! BABY! More! Please! More-!” He listened, for once, and you knew he was smirking, at least internally – especially at the sounds you made when he hit your sweet spot just right. And then he moved torturously slow – until you were hot and panting and breathless; his pace designed to keep you just on the edge of the climax you so badly wanted. Vince always kept you just the wrong side of ecstasy; whether he was fucking you, or teasing you, or truly making love to you – because all he wanted was for it, and your pleasure, to last. Because he loved hearing you; those sounds you made for him – and because of him. You knew that was Vince’s power trip – and you damned yourself to hell for always letting him have it. “Vin----!” Your voice waivered again as you whimpered his name “Baby please! Baby, please let me-!” He tapped your hip with his index finger, it was his little signal – but you were never prepared for the way he touched you – and his fingers rubbing you were faster and harsher than you expected – it wasn’t long before you came for him, and yet the sinful feeling of his tongue remained as Vince tasted as much of you as possible – before he finally pulled away. “Fuck… baby.” You wished you could wipe that smug grin off his face, but Vince grabbed you and his lips were on yours before you could even say a word, and then all you could taste was him mixed with you. Your stomach fluttered and you groaned again before he released you with a wink; “Good morning…” His fingertips traced your thighs as he continued to kiss you, and you were once again powerless to your want for him, legs wrapping around his. Vince kept that smirk, and his hands began to wander back under your chemise. “Did you enjoy that?” “Yes…” You breathed, relishing the fact that he was now absentmindedly grinding against you. “Do you want more?” Your hands moved to the waistband of his pants, and there was a mischievous glint in your eyes; “Yes.” It was your turn to kiss him before he said anything, slipping your hand into his boxers – your victory in the groan Vince elicited; “But baby,” you purred with a smirk of your own, “it feels like you want me just as bad…”

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