#the throuple is real in my HEART if nowhere else ;-;

[inquisimer]

unwell unwell unwell unwell they are SO CUTE

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Request: Vincent The Road Within prompt 16 words “you have to be quiet if you want to cum” -Vincent wakes reader

Dear Vincent

(Vincent Rhodes x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1100

Warnings: language and oral (m!receiving)

A/N: After being separated by the pandemic at the beginning of your relationship, you never thought a night with Vincent was possible. Now you were waking up beside him. Follow-up to "I Think We're Alone Now"

Vincent stretched before opening his eyes and immediately ticced. His hands clenched in fists pounded his chest as he whistled. A nice, loud wolf whistle. His guard was down after the night before where everything came to a halt long enough to make someone else shout obscenities for once.

“Fucking clown,” he mumbled to himself.

The body beside Vincent stirred. “It's too early to be harassed by construction workers!” she exclaimed from under the blankets with a whine.

“What?” he snorted. He couldn't tell if she was just that ready with comebacks to his Tourette's or in a half-asleep haze that put her on a street somewhere in the city. The steady breathing he got in return was the only response.

Vincent stared at the ceiling. He exhaled and tried to ignore the inevitable inconvenient bulge from beneath the sheets. Normally he would just take care of it. He hated to be “that guy,” but having sex with himself (like with someone else) was just as relaxing and gave him a focal point outside of trying to conform. Although until last night, it was usually out of boredom.

Now he debated on how to handle his situation. Did he climb out of bed and take care of himself in shower? Did he just let it go away on its own? Reason stated that was his best bet.

The woman beside him stirred. His girlfriend? Vincent was confident that's what she was. They did declare their love (which sent him into a fit. Literally). Still seeing her stir gave him an idea. Maybe she would be willing to help.

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The wolf whistle invaded your pleasant dreams. It put you right back in any city where men thought yelling and telling a woman to smile made her feel special. Your brain switched back over to Vincent. Who also yelled obscenities and whistled, but he was wired that way. His Tourette's you could roll with. Last night quite literally.

You drifted in that twilight area. Not quite awake, but not really asleep. Flashes of that mouth on your breasts and thighs and between. The way he used some of his more physical tics to his advantage until you came harder and longer than you ever had with something non-battery operated.

During the actual sex Vincent seemed out of his body. Separated from his neurodivergence. He was calm, centered. He said he loved you almost out of nowhere even though you had confessed the same thing earlier.

“I love Arthur too,” you joked.

“That wasn't a tic,” Vincent looked down at you. His body slowed before it twisted and jerked and his tongue involuntarily clicked. His cheeks reddened.

You grinned just a bit, “I love you both. I always wanted to give being in a throuple a try.”

“Come on!” Vincent laughed. You laughed together, and then came together.

Your memories of previous activities caused a rush throughout your body. Your heart began to pound and that flush came to your cheeks. God he was sexy. And funny. And..

Was it real or a fantasy when an arm snaked around your body? A hand, his hand started to gently cup and massage one of your breasts. His lips left soft kisses along your shoulder and neck. A bulge pressed into your backside.

“Well good morning, Mr. Rhodes.” You reached around and took his erection in your hand. “And you too,” you mused. You twisted your face to meet his mouth for a kiss.

Vincent spasmed and squeezed your breast tight. A handful of nipple along with it as he yelled, “SUCK MY COCK!”

“Good morning to you too, Arthur.”

In an instant, with Vincent caught off guard, you whirled around in his arms. You pinned him down and sat up, straddling him in the process. You situated your entrance just along his cock.

Vincent was dumbfounded. Pleasantly so as he held onto the thick of your hips. You placed your hands on his chest where his heart rate seemed to be out of control.

You made him giddy. That fun kind of nervousness while a whistle echoed off the bedroom walls. “FUCK ME CUNT!” Vincent averted his eyes.

“Touchy! I was going to. Won’t you wake up Alex?” you asked.

You bent forward and let your mouth travel along Vincent’s collarbone. It stopped to flick his own nipple with your tongue. Your venture south continued over his stomach and further still. His breath hitched. He couldn't answer.

Your body back under the covers, you took his cock in your hand. You let your tongue trail as slow as possible the length of his shaft to the end. It made the same measured movement around the tip.

You took Vincent in and sucked softly before bobbing your head down towards his body. His length is completely inside of your mouth. His hips bucked, but you ignored them. Pulling back with a pop so your tongue could attack the shaft again.

Now you licked quicker. Your hand started to knead him as you consumed more and more of the erection. You tongue swirled as your neck bobbed back and forth down the shaft. Every inch of Vincent further in and out until he hit the back of your throat.

You relished the way he squirmed under you. It wasn't tics, it was him. But you banished the thought. He had tics. He had pleasure. They just worked side by side.

Like now as he thrust forward so that his cock hit your uvula. You felt yourself gag on it as Vincent twitches uncontrollably. He cried out in a loud yell and whistled yet again.

“CUNT! CHOKE ON MY DICK!” Vincent screamed louder than either of you expected.

You let him go and stared up at him through your bangs, “Look. That's totally not your Tourette's. That's just dirty talk. You know, if you want to cum you’re gonna have to be quiet.” You arched your eyebrow in a challenge.

Then you smiled at Vincent and kept going. Letting him hit the back of your throat as you sucked as hard as you could manage. You released him to lap at the shaft and just kept repeating the process. Your speed grows each time.

“PUSSY LICKER!” Vincent covered his face.

You sat up now and straddled him. Pulling his hands away so that your eyes met, you held Vincent's gaze. His body relaxed as you took him in your hand to guide him inside of your sex. You were slick and ready for him.

“Just look at me, ok? Take a breath and don't break contact,” you instructed with tenderness as you began to ride him.

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