#motionless in white fic

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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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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.

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@nerdraging4point0 and I bring you ::

DOMINATE THE GAME : EXHIBITION

Pairing: Coach Davis!Noah Sebastian x Female Readerx Coach Cerulli!Chris Motionless

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CW: .This is an alternate universe story with only names and likenesses used in creation of a character. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction. Please review the content warning before proceeding. 18+ MNDI, any minors interacting with my work will be blocked, this is for your safety as well as my own.

Coach/athlete au, coach athlete sexual relationship, [all parties regardless of being fiction are of legal age of consent]

The National Women’s Soccer League Anti-Harassment Policy: This policy prohibits the use of coercion, force, intimidation, or Power Imbalance to pursue sexual contact or an intimate relationship of any sort.

The story includes: POV switching, oral (male and female receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v sex, cum eating, panty sniffing, swearing, alcohol consumption, a little subby Chris, it's filthy and smutty threesome

If I missed anything please let me know💜

This is real person fiction; Fiction based on real people in fictitious situations.

word count: 6k PART ONE

A/N: Huge shout out to @nerdraging4point0 for collaborating with me on this. EVERYONE GO FOLLOWER HER AND READ HER WORK THANK YOU! also thank you to @tearfallpixie and @beaker1636 for cheerleading and all of your support!

I had no idea a part two would come from this, but here we are.

With love,

Lady Raging🗡️

With an iron grip, Kate yanks you by the wrist, plowing through the swarming mass of bodies that is quickly consuming the bar. Only minutes before, you had been nestled in bed reading until she disrupted your peace.

 "You fucking graduated college, and all you do to celebrate is read?! Bitch, let's go." And here you are, knowing damn well that in 2.5 seconds, she's going to be up some guy's business trying to get dicked down one last time before she moves, and you will be left alone once again at the bar. 

She raps her knuckles sharply on the lacquered wood, flagging down the harried bartender. Not wasting a second, she barks an order for a round of shots, her foot tapping impatiently to the pounding music. You scan the cramped space, anxiety rising as you take in the crush of people, loud and suffocating. "Let's drink to your 4.0!" Her grin is wide, and she means well. But the dark romance novel still calls your name back home. There was a biker gang…tall, muscular tattooed men….

"Fine," you huff, sending a death stare her way as you plop down on the stool. "Just one."

Thankfully, Kate had ordered something sweet to make the experience a little more tolerable; you still wince when the saccharine liquid coats the back of your throat. You shake yourself as the burn subsides, the alcohol numbing your nerves almost instantly. 

"Wanna play a round of pool with me?" Kate asks, giving you her sweet puppy eyes, adding a pout for extra flare. Because Kate can't do anything less than over the top. 

"Please!" She sips the first of many fruity concoctions of the night, waiting for your response. 

You look at the pool table and back to her. So far, no one is playing, but there are a lot of people nearby drinking and laughing, minding their own business. That's a lot of people who will definitely be judging you for how you play. Especially next to the Pool Goddess herself. Kate doesn't let you win; she makes you work for it. Even tonight, on this special day. And you know why she asked you; you are her bait to get dicked down by some helpless guy that walks into her trap. 

Kate is smart, beautiful, and cunning. 

Your mind drifts back to the ruthless MC, four best friends covered from head to toe in tattoos..what I wouldn't do to get between all of them…do whatever they ask…

Kate clears her throat, effectively yanking you from your lusty daydream about fictional characters from a book. 

"Ok, fine, go get the round set up, I'll be over, but I need to pee, or I'm going to burst." You scramble to the bathroom before she can question your sanity. 

Your trip to the bathroom is quick but might as well have been hours with the sudden change in atmosphere. The bar is packed now, bodies pressed together, the buzz of drunken chatter filling your ears. You emerge from the bathroom into the pulsing crowd, your eyes scanning the sea of strangers for Kate. 

There - in the corner by the pool table. Some tall, faceless man has her pinned against the felt, hands on her hips, breath hot against her neck as he pretends to show her how to hold the cue. She's lapping up the attention, giggling coyly like she's never played a game in her life.

The sweaty bodies press in on all sides as you slide through the crowded bar, eager to escape the suffocating heat. You need air. Now. Claustrophobia claws at your gut, urging you to flee this den of iniquity. But just as you reach for your wallet to pay the tab, a gruff voice rumbles behind you.

"Congratulations, captain."

You whirl around, ready to unleash your frustration on the presumptuous stranger. But the words died on your lips - tall, muscular, with a chiseled jawline barely visible under the shadow of his black baseball cap. Aviator sunglasses obscuring his eyes, even in the bar's dim light.

Who wears sunglasses inside? What a fucking ego.

But then you see the crooked grin spreading across his face. No. It couldn't be.

"C-coach Davis?" you stammer, taking a desperate gulp of whiskey to steady your nerves. The alcohol burns your throat but does nothing to dampen the fire now raging inside you.

Damn him. Just his presence made you weak. Made you want. Made you remember all those secret, stolen moments in the equipment room after practice. The way he'd pin you against the lockers, claiming you with rough, urgent kisses.

Your shudder consumes you, equal parts irritated and aroused. You needed to get out of here before you did something stupid. But with him blocking your path, escape would not come easy.

The noisy bar closes in around you as he leans over. His shirt grazes your skin, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, as familiar as the day he left. The stubble on his jaw and down his neck makes you want to reach out and touch him. With a crook of his finger, he catches the bartender's eye, commanding a shot without a word. 

He says nothing, silent, as he tilts his head back and lets the liquid slide down his throat. His tongue darts out to catch the last sweet drop, reluctant to let even a taste escape. Setting the empty glass down with a quiet clink, his lips curve into a heated smile—your heart races as you meet his gaze, cheeks burning under the intensity of his stare.

"How about one more extra…practice to celebrate all of your victories?"

His words are like smoke, low and tempting, beckoning you into his flames. Nodding, breathless, eager to let him take the lead.

I watch him strut over to her at the bar, his determination palpable despite the sunglasses under his cap. His movements like a prowling beast zeroing in on its next victim. I'd warned him to back off; he'd sworn to me he would. After I toss back another shot, adding the glass to the graveyard already cluttering my table. As I rake a hand through my hair, there’s a whiff of fresh hair dye—a drastic change for me, but one I'd desperately needed. Feeling my unease amplify as I observe their encounter unfold, equal parts fascinated and unsettled. Though I itch to intervene, some twisted part of me craved to see how it would all play out.

 Temptation has a way of slinking into your life when you least expect it, like a tiger on the prowl. I knew that danger all too well. I'd walked that path before, thinking I was in control, only to get mauled for my troubles. The scars still ache on cold nights.

So when I saw Noah falling under that spell, I felt a familiar unease. Could this alluring creature be his undoing, too? I watch them leave the bar hand in hand, her fingers intertwined with his. The sight triggers memories I thought I'd left behind. I throw some money on the bar and follow, unnerved but unable to look away. Some lessons you just have to learn the hard way. But maybe, just maybe, I could keep Noah from the same fate. This time, I had to try.

My throat tightens as I raise my hand to knock, my pulse quickening. I don't want to jeopardize my friendship with Noah, but if he's in there with her...this could ruin him. I take a deep breath and rap my knuckles against the door. When it swings open, my eyes widen at the sight - Noah and her, tangled together, eyes blown wide and lips bitten red. Noah recovers smoothly, clearing his throat as he untangles himself from her embrace. He's straightening his shirt with shaking hands, his hat and shades gone, and I feel my eyes roll. 

"What's up, Cerulli?" he asks lightly, but I can hear the strain in his voice. I quickly shove my raised hand into my pocket, glancing at the floor as my thoughts begin to spiral. I shouldn't have come, but now that I'm here…

Your mouth falls open as you stare at the man just outside your door. It's Coach Chris, but he barely resembles the mentor you knew just months ago. His once-neat blonde hair is now shaved on the sides, the remaining purple locks wild on top. You swallow hard, knowing there's no rule against being with Coach Davis now that you've graduated. But the shame still burns hot on your cheeks as you meet his eyes.

"C-Coach, I…” you stammer, unable to find the words to explain yourself under his dark gaze. You've let him down and the weight of it crushes your chest, leaving you anxious and tongue-tied before the man you once admired.

He crosses the room toward you, and an unfamiliar expression clouds his rugged features. It's a look you've never seen on his face, a heady mix of desire and urgency that makes your pulse quicken. With feline grace, he brushes past Coach Davis, those muscular arms reaching and grasping until his large hands cradle your face in their warmth. His lips crush against yours, claiming you in a searing kiss that steals your breath away. You melt into him, kissing him back feverishly, your body igniting at his touch.

The soft click of the door barely registers through the haze of lust. You open your eyes to see Coach Davis leaning against the wall, his heated gaze devouring you both. Spurred on by his attention, you press yourself harder against Coach Chris’ firm body, moaning into his mouth. Noah hisses in response, his eyes dark with longing from across the room.

Chris pulls away from you abruptly, leaving you stumbling backward, breathless, as your back slams against the wall.

"I-I'm s-s-so sorry, I shouldn't have-" His breath catches, words faltering as his tattooed fingers brush over his lips, still burning from your kiss. 

“No more apologizing. Just kiss me.” You push off the wall and charge at Chris pressing his body against the edge of the counter. Enough with the stalling. You just want to be devoured by these two tattooed giants. 

Pulling yourself up on your tiptoes at the same time you wrap your arms around his neck, you pull him in close. His lips are still and hesitant and when you glance up at him, you find a storm raging behind his big brown eyes. 

“I just graduated Summa cum laude,” your confidence falters.  “Now fuck me... Please,” Your harsh demand fades into a whisper when his eyes darken. 

A shiver of excitement ripples through you as Noah takes his place behind you, pressing you firmly into Chris, trapping you between their hard bodies. Chris's resolve breaks, and he leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. At the same time, Noah's hips grind against your ass, his hard cock pressing against you as he grips your hips and pulls you closer. Your hands wander under Chris's shirt, fingers grazing over the hard planes of his chest.

"Ah fuck!" you cry out as Noah's teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck, nibbling and sucking.

"Don't focus on him. Look at me," Chris commands, grasping your chin with slender, tattooed fingers. "Feel what I'm doing to you." He punctuates each word with feather-light kisses along your cheeks and mouth, teasing, tempting. You lean into him desperately, craving more of his touch and taste. Dizzy with desire, you're caught between them, Chris's lips igniting your nerves while Noah marks your neck with rough, claiming bites.

"More," you breathe, drunk on the ecstasy of their passion.

Your body is alight with need, every caress and kiss pushing you closer to the edge. Noah answers your plea by gripping your waist and turning you around to face him. Once he has you where he wants you, his hands come to the sides of your face, tilting your head up slightly to meet his lips, rough and relentless as he pushes you back against Chris, his tongue spearing your lips apart. His parted lips muffle your moans as another pair of large hands snake down your front to work your buttons and zipper loose of your denim shorts.

“I bet you're dripping for us, hmm?” Chris’ husky voice mixes in with the wet sounds of bitten lips and battling tongues. Sliding your panties aside, he parts your silken folds with two thick fingers. “Fuuuuck,” he groans as he thrusts his fingers inside you, his harsh movement pulls you against his chest, detaching your mouth from Noah’s. Noah doesn’t miss a beat as he moves to nibble at your neck. Your mind is overwhelmed by their touch, both soft and demanding.

“Coach, want a taste?” 

The sudden rumble against your back makes your eyes pop open wide. Your stomach tightens as insecurity washes over you as his words penetrate the hormonal haze in your brain. What if he doesn’t like the way I taste? What if-

Time slows around you as you watch Chris present Noah with his glistening fingers. Noah’s hands don’t leave your hips as he leans down and starts to lick at the other coach’s inked digits. He moans approvingly as the fingers slide further down his throat. The sounds the two men make as you stand sandwiched between them has your pussy throbbing.

Noah’s cheeks hollow as Chris’s digits fall slowly off his parted lips. With a lustful sigh, he pulls you close to his body, lips crashing to yours as his tongue pushes forcefully past your lips. The taste of you is still on his tongue as your mouths dance. You melt against him, caught up in the heat of the moment, as he claims your mouth hungrily. Chris pulls your hair aside kissing the small exposed spaces of your neck and shoulders. 

Your heart sinks when Noah pulls from you, but when his hot breath brushes against your ear, your thighs clench together. 

“I need more,” he growls before nipping at your earlobe.

“Answer him, champ- do you want to give him more?” Suddenly the men step away from you giving you space to breathe, to think. You look between your two coaches.

Your usual confidence, the one you use to lead your team, returns to your voice, “Yes, Coach, yes I do.” 

Your lips curve into a seductive grin as you watch the pair devour you with their eyes. Even in the short time the coaches have worked together they have found their rhythm and you can't wait to see what they have planned for you. 

Chris spins you around pressing your bodies together his hands sliding down your body. With commanding hands, he grips your thighs and growls, "Up." You eagerly jump into his arms, craving his touch. Your legs wrap tightly around his muscular waist as the three of you move together in perfect sync.

Noah removes your shirt, his fingers working swiftly. The bra straps slip down your shoulders. Chris’ forehead presses against yours, his eyes gazing deeply into your own. 

"Bedroom?" he whispers.

You nod eagerly, tongue darting out to wet your lips. With a push off the kitchen counter, he’s crossing the living room with you in his arms. Your mouth seeks his tattooed skin, kissing, tasting. From behind, Coach Davis' eyes dark with lust. Eyes locked with his, you melt into Chris’s embrace, anticipation rising. The bedroom door closes, sealing the three of you in ecstasy.

Chris tosses you to the bed flopping on the mattress with such force you bounce off the soft blankets, the two coaches standing at the edge of your bed staring intensely down at you. You watch as Chris’ tattooed hands grip the hem of his shirt. 

“Stop, allow me.” His hands freeze in their place, eyes tracking your sudden movement. The world slows around you as you rise from the bed, the air thick with tension. Your hands push him away as you take hold of the fabric. You look up at the man who’s coached you throughout college, who’s been leading you since day one. His devilish smile softens as you lift the hem of his shirt. He sighs when he pulls the rest of the shirt off, his breath quickens as your hands explore his tattooed skin.

“Oh fuck,” your mouth pops open as you take in the coach you've known for years. 

You had no idea he was covered in tattoos. You've seen the exposed skin of his arms and neck when he wears his short-sleeved cotton shirts, but nothing could have prepared you for this.

Instinctually, you reach for the button of his pants, but he gasps your wrists in his large hands. “Easy tiger, not yet...” You huff, disappointed looking down at your bound wrists, suddenly aware of how large he is compared to you. 

“We have all night,” he smirks. 

The scales are tipping back and forth in my mind as I weigh the pros and cons of my current situation. How did things go from me trying to talk Noah out of this to him convincing me it's a good idea?

She's been one of my top players since her freshman year. I've worked closely with her for eight months now, when she became captain, strategizing plays and positions. I told myself she was just another student-athlete. I had a responsibility, an obligation. She trusted me. But I didn't trust myself.

I've been down this road before. When I was coaching softball, there was a student I fell for. I didn't think I would sleep with her, but I did. I quit soon after - I was filled with shame and regret. Worse still, I couldn't bear seeing her every day and not wanting her each time she passed me in the hall. This time, when those late-night practice feelings arose, all I had to do was text her. I'd take care of my needs at home and that would be the end of it. But my tiger called things off last spring; something about getting engaged and not wanting to hurt the guy like that. As if she hadn't been sexting me behind his back the whole year they dated. Women can be complicated.

Everything has changed. The old rules and limits that held me back are gone. For the first time, I can pursue my desires without guilt or shame weighing me down. There's a thrill in getting what I want with no consequences, but I know that freedom comes with a price. But at this moment, nothing is complicated.

Her pants slide down her hips as my fingers find the elastic waistband, tugging them off in fevered jerks. Our kiss doesn't break for a second as she shimmies to help me undress her. My hands are greedy for the feel of her bare skin. We're both breathing hard, lost in this heated moment.

The warmth of her body beckons as she sinks onto the bed's edge. I kneel before her like a man at worship, guiding her legs onto my shoulders with a reverent touch. Her fingers run through my hair but hold me back as I push her panties aside.

"No, no, don’t fight me," I whisper, leaning closer, inhaling her scent.

She whimpers at the first touch of my tongue, tightening her grip on my hair. I feel her thighs tremble, threatening to close, but I lick deeper anyway. She tastes of honey and spice and everything nice.

Sensing her resistance, I grasp those luscious thighs, knowing my force will leave marks on her come morning - marks she'll press her fingers to and remember this night. A throaty moan escapes her lips as I claim her. 

“Lay back, it’s Coach Davis’ turn.” Chris coos as he wipes your release from his chin. 

Hungry for more, you flash Noah a wicked grin before sliding off your lace panties. Something mischievous sparks in you and you ball up your panties and toss them at him. With his tall frame, he barely moves a muscle, effortless when he brings them up to his face and sniffs. 

Of-fucking-course. 

You shake your head giggling to yourself as you lay back on the bed. A small yelp tumbles from your parted lips when soft lips brush against your thigh. Looking down, you find Noah right at home between your thighs.

All of a sudden, Chris' slender fingers grip your chin pulling your attention from the brown-haired coach kissing and nibbling at the tender flesh of your thighs. His lips wander closer and closer to where you want him most. 

Your vision fills with dark brown eyes like walking in the thick forest after it rains, it’s eerie yet calming at the same time. Slowly, your gaze shifts to the mirror behind him, sucking in a breath at the erotic sight your mouth drops to the floor - Noah buried between your thighs, his tongue working its magic while Chris’ tattooed hands and painted nails settle around your throat.

"Doesn't he look pretty like that?" Chris purrs, his voice dripping with lust. His grip tightens ever so slightly as you start to writhe with pleasure.

"Fuuuuck.” The vibration of Noah’s voice against your slick flesh makes you shudder.

Chris moves to sit beside you, one hand still wrapped around your throat while the other roams greedily over your body. You cry out as he pinches a hardened nipple, the sting blending deliciously with the pleasure mounting inside you.

"Relax," he breathes, trailing kisses up your jaw that leave you melting into the pillows. You obey, giving yourself over completely to the ecstasy they're creating.

"That's it," Chris praises, his smile wicked and hungry. 

You're lost in a haze of passion, every nerve singing as they play your body like an instrument. Chris leans in, ghosting his parted lips over your cheek before nipping at your earlobe. “Can I kiss you again?” he whispers in your ear. A shiver spider crawls up your spine as he ghosts feather light kisses to your ear then trailing down your jaw, waiting for your answer. 

“Answer him, darling,” Noah grunts as he thrusts a finger inside your slick walls.

“I-uh-” your brain short circuits, overwhelmed by the pressure building in your core and the proximity of Chris’ lips to yours. His breath is hot against your skin; the intoxicating concoction of his spicy cologne and his body heat makes your eyelids flutter. 

You jolt up suddenly, as another slender finger is thrust inside you. “Answer… Him.” Noah punctuates each word with a thrust of his fingers. 

"Yes," you moan, the word spilling desperately from your lips. You lick them, trying to wet your parched mouth. "Please," you beg, voice stronger with need.

Chris smiles, his mouth hovering just out of reach. "Ask nicely," he purrs.

Noah thrusts deep inside you and you arch up with a cry, lips seeking Chris's but denied at the last moment.

"Yes, please," you plead, drunk on desire, "I need you, please."

Noah's lips and tongue hungrily ravage your aching clit as a primal growl erupts from his chest. Chris grabs your face and crushes his mouth to yours in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue between your parted lips. His thumb caresses your cheek with dominant possession, his hand still gripping your throat. Waves of pleasure course through you and you swear you could come right at that moment. Noah clamps down on your trembling thighs with his elbows prying your legs apart wider. You clench around Noah’s fingers. 

“I’m so close!” you whine into Chris’ parted lips. 

“That’s it champ, you can do it.”  He leans over you to pin your hands against the headboard, leaving you at the mercy of Noah’s fingers and tongue. “Stop holding on and let go.” His command is soft yet firm enough to break you. Your eyes roll back as your climax wrecks through your body; Noah licking and sucking your sensitive bud as he finger fucks you through the aftershocks. 

Noah sucks at your throbbing clit once more while his fingers continue to thrust in and out of you. He lifts his head to meet your gaze, his pupils blown wide with primal desire. “Come on captain, give me all you got.” Out of nowhere, another orgasm plows through you. Noah is quick to swap his fingers with his tongue, licking and sucking every last drop you give him. When he’s satisfied, he rises from between your legs wiping your sticky release from his chin. 

“I’m going to grab us some water, ok?” Noah turns and trots out the door before you can respond in your blissed-out state.

You roll over to your side with a satisfied sigh, your gaze tracking Chris’ hands at the waistband of his jeans. Adjusting to sit upright on the edge of the bed, your breath hitches as you reach out to him once again, you hesitate- heart pounding and when you look up you find a small smile on the coach’s face and he nods. Licking your lips, your fingers work quickly to set his cock free. Chris moans softly when you push his pants and boxers down around his hips. Your eyes roam over the expanse of his tattooed body as he steps out of his clothes. 

A subtle flush colors his cheeks when he catches you staring at him; his a little larger than Noah but not by much- his tip red and angry ready for teasing. Chris’ eyebrows furrow slightly when you rise from the bed, his chest heaves with anticipation as you close the distance. He doesn’t say a word when your hands find purchase on his hips, or when you press your tummy against his erect cock, now chest to chest. Pulling yourself up on your tiptoes you tilt your head back and part your lips slightly. He answers your silent plea, lips pressing onto yours, tongues dancing wildly. You could drown in the taste of him, the feel of him pressed hard against you, but you decide it’s your turn to take charge. 

You push Chris onto the bed, and at first, his eyes widen, but when you point to the center of the bed- he obeys. The air around you is electric as you crawl over him, settling your thighs on either side of his hips. He hisses when your still slick pussy rubs against his throbbing cock. You know you don’t have much time alone with him and you don’t know how long he will let you take the lead. Forever grateful for the hair tie always around your wrist, you quickly toss your hair into a messy bun before leaning down to kiss him. Your lips graze against his, you pull back when he tries to kiss you back. A small whine tumbles from his parted lips and it ignites a fire in you. You lick and nibble at the script ink on his jaw, teasing your lips closer and closer to his mouth. And then you hear it.

“Please.” It’s hushed and a little strained. 

“Please what?” You whisper in the singer’s ear causing his neck and shoulders to quiver. 

“K-kiss me, touch me, fuck me.. Please,” he rushes out, his words a jumbling mess as you rut against him. You know you can only give him one thing as you hear footsteps pad through the hallway. You pull his face to yours, smashing his lips, tongues fighting for dominance, lungs begging for air. You rock your hips faster, clit aching for friction, heart racing as the footsteps get louder- you don’t stop as Chris writhes underneath you until-

You freeze, lips still locked when the door creaks open.

“Having fun without me?” Noah huffs a laugh, but you still hear a trace of envy. You part from Chris and watch as his gaze shifts beyond you. You try to turn your head but a pair of hands cover your eyes and grip the side of your face keeping you in place. 

“What the hell!?” 

“Shhh, relax,” Chris purrs into your ear, and his dominance returns in an instant.  Suddenly, something frigid and moist is pressed against your inner thigh. “The fuck?!” you shriek as your body tenses and shivers. “Please I-” and as soon as you start, the cold is gone only to be replaced by warm hands caressing the tender flesh of your thighs. “Fuck you,” you curse when fingernails dig into your skin. 

“She’s a mouthy one, coach,” Chris chuckles darkly in front of you. All of once the hands leave your eyes and thighs. Before you, Chris holds a bottle of water, and the bed creeks as Noah shifts behind you. 

“Drink up champ.” You begin to grasp at the bottle but he pulls away. “Uh uh, open up.” Your brows furrow in confusion until he opens his mouth and sticks out his long tongue. 

Oh!

Tilting your head back, you shut your eyes tight, and pop open your mouth wide. Cool water trickles down the back of your throat, soothing you instantly. Once you’ve had your fill, you push away his hands to signal you’re finished. 

“Good girl,” he beams, then takes a swig from his bottle. 

“How am I doing coach?”

“You’re a real MVP.” He winks at you before turning to set his and your water down. 

The calloused fingertips dancing across your still moist lower lip, send shivers down your spine. Chris' husky voice tingles your ears as he purrs, "What else can this filthy mouth do?"

Before you can respond, Noah's strong hand encircles your throat, firm yet gentle as he lifts you from your slouched position in Chris' lap. You rise to your knees, back arched, eyes locked with Chris’ penetrating gaze. Noah gathers your hair from your messy bun in his tattooed fingers, gripping tightly as his other hand grasps your jaw.

"Open up, baby girl," he growls. You comply eagerly, slackening your jaw.

"Wider," Chris demands, his voice thick with lust. You obey, mouth agape, pulse racing.

"Just like that," Noah praises in your ear. "Good girl."

Ecstatic groans fill the room as Noah guides you down to Chris’ throbbing cock, eager fingers tangling in your hair. Chris’s length pulses against your lips, velvet heat enveloping him as you take him deep. Your tongue caresses every ridge, relishing his taste, his scent, losing yourself in this act of pure pleasure. Noah’s breath is hot and urgent in your ear, his words kindling the fire within. 

“That’s it, good girl.” 

Chris’s fingers tighten in your hair as Noah releases his grip, hips bucking, chasing that sweet oblivion. You ache to give it to him, to drive him over the edge with your mouth alone. Every muffled cry fans the flames of your own desire. Noah’s hand trails down your back following the curve of your ass to drop between your legs. Sliding two fingers into you, your walls stretch around his thick fingers until he’s down to the knuckle, making you surge forward thrusting Chris deeper in your mouth, it’s all so much to take in. Noah moves his fingers skillfully as you continue to bob your head back and forth.  Nothing exists beyond this room, this bed, beyond Chris swelling heavy on your tongue and Noah’s lips tracing the shell of your ear. 

“Come for us,” Noah whispers, and you shudder with need, ready to obey.

Noah's hard thrust of his fingers sends you surging forward, lips wrapped tight around Chris's thick length. "Mmffuck," Chris groans, fisting your hair to keep you still, slowing his urgent pace. Noah's lips graze your back in a tender kiss before his palm cracks sharply against your ass.

"Open up," he commands gruffly. You obey, spreading your legs wide, aching for him. With one powerful stroke, he's buried to the hilt, hips slamming into your ass. You cry out around Chris, drowning in bliss, loving their dominance. Hands gripping, cocks filling, they own you completely.

Your body trembles as Chris fills your mouth, his swollen cock sliding over your tongue. You moan around him, taking him deeper with each bob of your head. Behind you, Noah's thrusts quicken, pushing you further onto Chris with every slick slide.

"That's it, champ," Chris hisses, fisting your hair. "Relax for me."

You try to obey, loosening your throat as Noah's pace pushes you down Chris's length. Tears prick your eyes but you breathe through your nose, focused only on pleasuring them both.

"So beautiful like this," Noah groans, his nails digging into your hips. You clench around him, so close to the edge.

Chris hits the back of your throat and you swallow instinctively. "Fuck. Gonna come down this tight little throat."

You moan eagerly at his words, your own climax rushing up to meet you. You want them to use you, to take their pleasure, and mark you as theirs. You suck Chris harder, ready to swallow every drop as Noah pounds you from behind, driving you right over the edge into dizzying ecstasy.

You feel your orgasm building as you moan and scream around Chris's cock, still hard inside your mouth. Noah is pounding into you from behind, his thick length filling you up. "Fuck," Noah groans. "You're gonna come for us, huh baby girl?" You nod desperately, unable to speak with Chris's grip on your hair.

Your body tenses, muscles clenching as you hover on the edge. You hear Noah cursing as he gets close. Opening your eyes, you look up at Chris. His eyes are closed in ecstasy. You tap his thigh, wanting him to watch you come undone. When his eyes meet yours, it pushes him over the edge. "Jesus Christ," he moans, spilling down your throat. You swallow every drop, milking him as he trembles.

"Shit," Noah growls as he finds his release, pumping you full of his seed. Chris pulls out of your mouth and you gasp for air, jaw aching. Noah slides free and you collapse back onto your heels, thoroughly used and satisfied.

“Come on, champ we gotta clean you up.” Together, the coaches pull you up from the bed, looping their arms around your shoulders, they work in tandem to walk you to the bathroom. 

Chris turns on the shower while Noah distracts you with his teeth and tongue. Your body is set ablaze once again, despite already being thoroughly used. Suddenly, you’re being torn away from Noah and another pair of lips claim yours. The sound of slapped skin echoes through the small room as Chris is pressed against you with force. He moans into your mouth and a small giggle erupts as you imagine what Noah saw when he smacked Chris’ ass. Fingers grip around your wrist and you feel your body being pulled toward the shower. You don't mind being passed around like a soccer ball passed from one coach to the other.

“Let’s clean you up, captain,” Coach Davis’ tone of authority returns but softens with a wink and a peck to your lips. He guides you into the shower, the warm water envelops you as you close your eyes and let it soothe you. You melt into the touch at your hips, moaning into a pair of lips on yours. You don’t care who it is, you know they will take care of you, even if it’s for only tonight. Your thoughts sour at the idea of them leaving, each of them supporting you and pushing you to be the best player out on the field. You know they can help you be the best version of yourself. You are pulled from your melancholy when two hands grip your hips and twirl you around. Stumbling, over your feet from the slick floor you crash into another solid chest; sandwiched between two coaches again.

“Easy there tiger,” Chris growls in your ear. 

You barely have time to process what is happening when another pair of lips capture yours. Pressed up against a firm chest, your head rolls back when you gasp for breath. The air around you is hot and thick from the steam and the large bodies closing you in. Melting into Noah behind you, you close your eyes just for a second focusing on filling your lungs with air. You shiver slightly when his arms brush against your sides, pressing Chris’ firm body and hard-on against your tummy. His dick twitches making you giggle, but suddenly your suck in a breath when you hear wet noises above you. When you peer through your lashes you find the two coaches kissing. It’s rushed and sloppy with bitten lips and dancing tongues.

“Fuck.” Your pussy flutters at the erotic sight, which is only heightened by the water dripping down Chris’ hair turning it dark violet. You raise your hand to brush his hair away from his eyes, but yelp when it's gripped by another and yanked backward at the same time Chris’ hands clasp at your face pulling you into a searing kiss. 

“I need to wash these, princess,” Noah coos in your ear as he brushes his fingertips up and down your arms. Your only response is a loud moan when Chris nips at your lower lips as Noah begins to wash your body. You let the men take turns kissing and cleaning you. By the time the water runs cold, the three of you are thoroughly clean and satisfied once again.

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Vinny Mauro - Smoking HC (NSFW)

So. Let’s discuss. The only person that could break me from my hiatus? @the-way-of-words and she knows it. I love u bb.

TW: nipple play, oral (m and f get talked about), PIV, smoking fuckin’ obviously, I called you a bitch one time but it was affectionate I promise. Once again, if I didn’t say that it’s real then it’s not real pls don’t make me act up on tumblr dot com.

-I know Vin prefers grav hits, but for the sake of my delusions just … there’s blunts involved.

-I think Vinny is the type to set up the rig for y’all. He won’t say it out loud, but he thinks pretty girls don’t spark their own shit so he handles that.

-Can we talk about the way that he’d be leaned up against the headboard with his head thrown back because he’s higher than a Georgia pine and it’s actually hard to keep his big ass bobble head upright?

-I think he offers to shotgun the smoke into your mouth because maybe you’re not used to how hard the gravity bong hits. He’d hold your jaw in place and use his finger to tap your lips so they’d part for him. Those long eyelashes would flutter shut and you’d feel his lips graze yours as you inhale.

-“Breathe dude”

-“Goddamn *coughing fit*”

-*chugging two day old night stand water like that will do shit to ease the burn in his chest*

-I think you’d both end up swapping what little spit your dry mouths could conjure, and your head would swim.

-He definitely breaks the kiss because his eyes are irritated and glassy and something about the red crackling of his sclera looks like stained glass or some sort of blood spatter on a tile floor. Horny material.

-I think he’s shy as hell when he’s high.

-Takes his thumb and licks it before dragging it over your nipple and letting his head fall to the side because feeling it harden is a sensory experience in itself right now.

-High Vinny is the only Vinny that can tolerate you kissing and licking his nipples. He’s sensitive now.

-If you’re smoking a blunt … whew child.

-Something about the way that he flicks the ash off with his finger instead of tapping it has your cunt clenching around nothing (this is funny because this is actually canon I saw it with my own eyes)

-I think you’d let your fingers slip down between your folds so you could gather some slick.

-Vin loves to watch you mindlessly rub circles around your clit when you’re high. Loves that you stop and gently tap on it occasionally. He doesn’t even try to discreetly relieve the ache in his cock because he knows that if he’s this high one good grind could end the moment.

-After you take a hit and you pass it back he almost folds in on himself like a fucked up lawn chair because your fingers got pussy juice on the tip.

-He can’t stop smacking and licking at his lips, so he puts it out and immediately runs to the source.

-I believe that he’s making a mess. Like … opening his mouth as wide as he can and really eating your pussy. I’m talking nibbling lips, sucking on folds … there’s a wet spot on the bed.

-He’s slow about it. Mans is moving at 2 miles an hour, so he flattens his tongue and lets you grind against it while he makes approving hums.

-I think he generally tries to avoid blowjobs if he knows you’re gonna fuck him because again … he ain’t wasting that cumshot when it could be in you and he has time.

-Mkay.

-So I see you walking this line between cock warming and riding.

-He wants you fully naked and straddling him. He wants his dick sunk into you. Maybe you’re passing the blunt back and forth … maybe you’re both just stupid high.

-Vin runs his hands over your ass while you slowly (and bitch I mean slowly) rock against him. It’s barely a movement, but between that and feeling your stretch marks under his fingers?

-He’s gonna cum. He needs a little bit more though. Like something that finally snaps the cord.

-What is it? Tongue sucking. I don’t give a fuck I don’t give a fuck I don’t give a fuck it’s tongue sucking. His mouth tastes like weed and it isn’t something you find yourself hating.

-I don’t think he’s loud in the least bit when he cums either. I think he almost looks pained in that his eyebrows are furrowing, he just whimpered between gritted teeth, and his grip on your hips is damn near too tight.

-Now.

-He can do one of two things for you. He can either use his thumb to rub at your clit (I think he’s the type of guy to realize that he just can’t do it as well as you can) or he can let you get yourself off by using him to buck against.

-“Its on you, babydoll. Pick a pill”.

-He is more than thrilled to lay back and get used.

-I hope you had fun because now he’s going to pass out for six hours, wake up at three AM, and then immediately make hotdogs so he can play WoW.

-Worth it.

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You Move Like I Want To

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Female Reader

Content Warning: 18+ MDNI!!! Porn without plot, smut, teasing, soft dom!Vinny, reader is kind of a brat, vaginal fingering, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, phone sex, facetime sex.

Word Count: 3k

Tag list: @concretenoah @deathblacksmoke @malice-ov-mercy @popppylove @tearfallpixie @synthetic-wasp-570 @nerdraging4point0 @valiantroeagleangel @lacktoesandtoddlerants @cookiesupplier @beaker1636 @meekahy

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Author’s Note: All of this started from my daily Vinny post and out of pocket tag by @ovhellfire 😂 Now here is… this filthy piece of work. That’s all I have to say for myself. This was not beta’d so I apologize in advance. Enjoy 😉

Getting your boyfriend worked up was your favorite thing to do, especially when he was away on tour. The longer he was away combined with the tension from your teasing made for incredible homecoming sex. You felt yourself getting wet just thinking about it.

You had been teasing Vinny all day, the poor thing. Sending him selfies with your breasts spilling out more than usual. Showing him the slinky little dresses you were trying on at the department store, making sure to pick out ones with the highest slit possible. He loved your hips and thighs and you wanted to make sure the dresses accentuated them perfectly.

Of course, you had no intention of actually buying them. This was all a game meant purely for your own satisfaction.

Later in the evening you thought you’d share your bubble bath with him. The photos were tame enough in the beginning. The standard bath selfie with nothing showing. It took him a while to respond and you got bored, so you decided to heat things up a bit. You roll over onto your stomach, resting on your left arm and stick your butt out of the water a bit. With your free hand you snap a selfie, making sure to flash your most mischievous smile in the process. Send.

A few minutes later, your phone pings.

Vin 💕 loved an image

“Are you kidding me?” You say aloud to an empty room.

Y/N: I think my ass deserves a better response than that, Vincenzo.

Vin 💕: Sorry, baby. We’re on the bus right now and the guys are right next to me playing video games.

Y/N: You know you have a bunk, right? ;)

Vin 💕: They’ll get suspicious if I go back there this early. You know how Ricky is. He’ll have a camera in my face the second I walk back there.

You groan. Fucking Ricky. Always cockblocking the two of you with his damn updates.

Vin 💕: I’m really sorry baby. Maybe later?

Never one to be deterred, you sit up and lean back against the bathtub. You collect what was left of the bubbles and cover your exposed breasts with them. You angle your phone the way you want it and raise your hips slightly so your pussy is barely visible beneath the water.

“Let’s see how he responds to this one.” You snicker.

The photo had barely shown as “delivered” and he had already responded.

Vin 💕: You better watch it, princess.

You shiver at the term of endearment. He only called you princess when he was especially worked up. The last time you got him to call you princess was not long before he left for tour. You had been bratty all day in front of his friends. He whispered a warning in your ear, much similar to the one he just sent you, but you continued.

The second the door closed and his friends had left, he had you pinned against it fucking you so hard your vision went white and you drenched his cock and your hardwood floors. You couldn’t sit right for days after. He smiled like an idiot knowing it was because of him.

You whimper loudly, the memory sending a shockwave of arousal through your core. Fuck, you were aching for him. Unfortunately for you, he was thousands of miles away and wasn’t offering any assistance.

Well, if he won’t help. You’ll just have to take care of things yourself and show him what he’s missing. Who cares if the guys were next to him and potentially saw the photos? Your cheeks heat up at the thought. Just the idea of them seeing you spread open for Vinny had your brain malfunctioning.

Your pussy is throbbing now and you can’t take it anymore. You get out of the bathtub and dry off. Slipping into your bedroom, you lay down on your bed and make yourself comfortable. Opening your legs you dip your fingers into your folds, spreading your arousal and moaning at the feeling.

You become so lost in your own pleasure that you almost forget about your mission. You blindly grab for your phone and take a photo, your fingers still deep in your cunt. You tilt your head back against the pillow and arch your back so he has the perfect view of your tits.

You press the button to send it and sit your phone back down. You must have lost track of time again because you’re suddenly jolted back to reality by the sound of Vinny’s ringtone. You scramble for the phone and look at the screen.

Vin 💕 wants to Facetime..

Your belly does backflips seeing his contact photo pop up. You could answer it immediately. As wet and needy as you are right now, you should answer it immediately, but where’s the fun in that? So, you let it go to voicemail.

He calls back immediately.

This time, you let it ring twice and then you hit the decline button. You’ve barely removed your finger from the screen and he’s already calling again. You can’t ignore him a third time, you think to yourself.

But you do. You giggle and sink further into the pillows. He was going to be so mad and you’re dripping at the thought.

Vinny calls a fourth time, and you let it ring a few times before you pick up. His face appears on screen, and you were right, he is mad.

“Princess…” he says sternly, the rasp in his voice shoots straight to your pussy. He’s sitting on the edge of his bunk with his arms propped up on his knees, hunched over. His red streaked curls were falling in his face, green eyes boring into you as he impatiently waited on a response.

“Hi baby!” You smile sweetly. Like you hadn’t just ignored his calls three times in a row. He huffs a laugh at your response. You adjust yourself and the camera so your breasts come into view and Vinny’s eyes immediately wander down to them. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and you silently wish it was your clit he was licking instead.

“You’ve been very bad today, baby. Getting me all worked up when you knew I was busy. Ricky almost saw that last photo you sent me. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”

You bite your lip to stifle the moan that threatens to leave your mouth.

Vinny raises his eyebrows, a hint of jealousy and intrigue on his face.

“We’ll discuss that another time, but right now I think you owe me an apology.”

You stick your bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “But baby, I just wanted you to see my outfit today..”

Vinny chuckles, “And what about all of those short dresses you were trying on?”

You shrug and look down, tracing the line leading down to your breasts. “I thought you might wanna pick out a dress for our first date when you get back…” You look back up at him seductively and flutter your lashes at him. A hum of amusement escapes Vinny. He wasn’t buying your excuses, but that wasn’t the point.

Vinny smirks at you and scoots back against the wall of his bunk. He rests his phone against the bottom of his stomach, right above his crotch, and the angle has you drooling. It was the same view from when you suck him off and you once again were cursing the distance between you.

“I suppose the bubble bath photos were just to prove you got clean today then, huh?”

Giggling, you nod. Raising the phone you give him the complete view of your naked body. “See? All clean, baby.”

Vinny’s eyes darken at the new angle. His right hand goes out of view and by the way his breath hitches you know he’s touching himself. You wiggle and arch your body, needing some form of movement to release the tension. As you move your legs fall open and Vinny sees your slick glistening in the light of your bedroom. He groans loudly and brings his fist up to his mouth to stifle it.

“Sending naughty photos. Playing with that pretty little pussy without me. What am I going to do with you, princess?”

Traveling down your body, your hand reaches your core. You gasp softly and spread your folds, bringing the phone a little closer so that he can see.

“Talk to me baby. Make me cum. Wanna see you cum, too.”

Vinny could have cum untouched from that sentence alone, not to mention the view. He palms his cock that is straining painfully hard against his jeans. He could do it. Make you cum with his voice and instructions, reach his own climax, and call it a night. It would be the easy option since he was out of town and not exactly alone.

He wouldn’t go with the easy option at home, why would he go with it now? His princess was naked and spread open for him, craving him and dying to cum.

Too bad you had been a fucking brat. You’d have to earn it. You had teased him all day. It was time for him to do a little teasing.

Vinny smirks. “Don’t worry baby, I'll make you cum.”

You sigh and lightly rub your clit. “Thank you so much, baby.”

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“B-but..” you stammer, confused. “You said you’d make me cum.”

“I’ll make you cum when I think you’ve earned it, princess. Now be a good girl, and listen to me, okay?”

“Yes sir” You mewl.

“Put the phone closer to your face, baby.”

You do as you're told, placing the phone in front of your face so he can see you better. Vinny’s eyes land on your mouth.

“Open up.”

Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out instinctively.

“Mmm, good girl. You already knew what I wanted.” You glow at his praise.

“Do you miss my cock, baby?” You nod and an “uh-huh” escapes from your throat.

“Show me. Use your fingers and show me how much you miss my cock.”

You bring your index and middle finger to your mouth and slowly drag your tongue from the base to your fingertips. Swirling your tongue around your fingertips, you suck them into your mouth. Vinny tries to hold the eye contact you’re making but is too mesmerized by the sound of you gagging as you shove your fingers further in your mouth.

Vinny would love to get his cock out and pretend it’s him you’re gagging on but the two of you have other areas to explore. He’s going to hold out as long as he can.

“Mmm… Wanna see how wet you got ‘em, honey” he hums.

Slowly pulling your fingers out you release them with a pop. Vinny’s eyes dilate as he watches the saliva drip down your hands and onto your wrists. Despite him not giving you permission, you stick out your tongue and lick up your arm collecting the saliva as you go. He shivers and you hold back a smile.

“Baby… let me see those gorgeous tits. Want you to play with them for me.”

You bring your saliva slicked fingers to your nipples and gasp softly. Tracing circles around your nipple slowly your free hand massages your other breast. Vinny licks his lips while you pinch and roll the buds between your index finger and thumb.

“Honey, can you get up for me? I have another idea.”

Nodding, you sit up and scoot towards the edge of the bed waiting for further instruction.

“Sit down at the foot of the bed. On the floor.”

You do as you're told. You had no idea what he was planning but you wanted to cum so you weren’t going to question it.

“Good girl. Now, prop the phone against the mirror in front of you so I can see you. I want to see all of you.”

Placing the phone against the mirror, you reposition yourself against the bed. You bend your knees and spread your legs, making sure to give Vinny a view of everything.

“God, If I wasn’t across the fucking country right now…”

You giggle and play with your breasts some more, sliding your other hand down your stomach and to your thigh. You make a show out of rubbing your breasts and inner thighs, softly moaning and rotating your hips. You were throbbing and if he didn’t let you touch yourself soon, you were going to explode.

“Rub your thighs for me, baby. That’s it… fuck…” Vinny palms his aching cock and the closer your hand gets to your pussy the more he wants to touch himself but not yet.

You couldn’t take it anymore though.

“Vinny, baby. Please. Please let me see your cock. I want to see you touch yourself. I’ll be so good for you, my sweet boy, please.”

Every ounce of self-restraint he had in that moment melted away in an instant. His mouth was so dry he was barely able to croak out an “okay”. Vinny was so flustered he couldn’t get his belt off quick enough and was muttering expletives as he fought with it. You giggle and he shoots you a glare before relaxing into a smile.

Vinny finally conquers his belt and pushes his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free and slapping against his belly. The tip was bright red and leaking. You grip your thigh and flex your hips upwards, silently and futilely begging for him to press inside you.

He watches you intently, placing his hand around his cock. Vinny whines, throwing his head back. He gives into the feeling and slowly thrusts into his fist. His face is twisted in pleasure and he’s already starting to sweat. Your eyes follow the curve of his jaw, down his Adam's apple. You’ve never wanted to sink your teeth into the flesh of his neck so badly before.

As much as you were enjoying the show, you were being selfish and feeling severely neglected. You shove your fingers back in your mouth and whine to get his attention. He doesn’t move his head, just looks down at you and smirks.

“Enjoying the view?”

You whine again, pouting around your fingers.

Vinny chuckles. “Aww, is my princess feeling neglected?”

You nod, still pouting.

He adjusts himself against the back of his bunk, hand never leaving his cock.

“You’ve been so good, honey. Why don’t you put those fingers to better use? Touch that pretty pussy for me”

Your hand flies to your mound massaging your swollen bud. All of the teasing and anticipation had built up so much tension that you felt dizzy from the pleasure. You apply more pressure and you see stars, your legs involuntarily shutting at the feeling.

“Uh-uh. Open your legs. Now.” Vinny says firmly.

With a whimper you open your legs, lazily drawing circles around your clit. You were so worked up and desperate for more you couldn’t keep still, your other hand keeping you upright as you squirmed against the carpet.

“I’ll let you play but you have to keep your legs open for me. You’ve gotta let me see. Understand?”

“Mhmm.”

“Do it again and you don't get to cum. I’ll make you wait until I get home.”

A shiver runs through you at the thought. He wouldn’t be home for nearly three weeks. You couldn’t wait that long and he knew you would obey him if he told you not to touch yourself.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and keep your legs open?”

“Yes sir.” You nod enthusiastically, opening your legs wide for him.

He sighs in satisfaction. “Princess. I want to see how gorgeous you are when you finger your pussy.”

Your mouth drops open, a shocked squeak following. Wasting no time, you plunge two fingers into your drenched hole. You pump them in and out slowly, taking your time because you know Vinny wants to see every move you make.

The slow movements weren’t enough to satisfy the ache but you were happy to get any kind of relief at this point. You open your eyes to see Vinny fisting his cock, his eyes fixed on your cunt. Moaning loudly, you grind down hard against your fingers, the ache for him growing even stronger. You could feel the tightening in your belly and knew you weren’t going to last long.

Vinny sees your pussy clench around your fingers and knows you're close. His fist tightens around his cock but he wants to wait. He has to wait until you’re done.

The soft sighs that are falling from your lips. Your whines. The moans. The way your body is arching. How beautiful you look with your fingers in your soaked pussy. Vinny is completely enamored by every single part of you and he cannot stop staring. He tries so hard to wait on you but that all goes to hell as soon as you call out his name.

“Vinny… please…” He could listen to you beg for him until the end of time. “Cum with me, baby.” and that’s all he needs. Vinny cums with a choked sob. His stomach tenses and his legs shake. Warm cum spills over his hand, dripping down and around the rings he’s wearing. When he comes down you’re still shaking and crying out for him and he wishes like hell he had another in him because he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl. Doing so good for me.” He coaxes you through your orgasm until you’re out of breath.

Once you catch your breath you crawl towards the phone and grab it. You lay back down on your bed and focus on him. He had placed his phone against the wall and was removing his rings, cleaning his hands with a dirty t-shirt that was nearby.

“Ya know, if I was there I would clean up all of that for you. Rings and all.” You giggle, licking your lips.

Vinny’s head whips in your direction.

“You better watch it, princess.”

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Rats

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.

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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!

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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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[ohabigailhowcouldyou]

Candy... ~pt 2: Honey~

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There was no moment for Vinny to get Ricky alone again for the rest of the day, and by the time they trooped onto the stage that night, Vinny's nerves felt taught, like guitar strings about to snap the second someone strummed them.

He tried to divert the tension into the music, letting the familiar beats of his drum kit carry him from song to song. But by the time Werewolf started, he knew it was in vain. Every so often until then he'd catch Ricky's eyes on him, blue and hot as gas flames, and something low in his belly would clench, like a hunger pang.

Then the second verse of Werewolf started, and for a second Ricky looked back at him, then pointedly nodded at Chris. Vinny's heart skipped a beat, as did the hit he'd meant to land on his snare drum. Ricky's smirk let him know the other man had noticed his fumble and he swallowed heavily, just barely recovering in time to look forward and witness, yet again, Chris displaying his feral side that had twitter in such a state. Vinny tried not to look. Tried and failed to keep his eyes off Chris' ass and thighs, his profile as he turned to do his dance with the Cherrybombs. And when, after the song, Chris grinned at him while drinking water, Vinny could feel the blush staining his cheeks just as painfully as he could feel that same tightening in his belly that Ricky could trigger. He didn't smile back, and could see the concern on Chris' face before he had to turn back and address the audience.

For the rest of the set, Vinny kept his head down, feeling unreasonably angry and humiliated. After everything, why would Ricky point his attention back to Chris, if not to mock him? Didn't this afternoon mean anything to Ricky after all? Had he misread disappointment at losing out on head as something deeper? The questions spun through Vinny's mind in a dizzy spiral with no end in sight.

They finished the set, and Vinny all but ran off stage, trying to get the hell away from his bandmates and his own thoughts. Unfortunately there weren't many places to escape to, backstage of the venue. He ended up outside, in the walkway between the venue and their fleet of buses and trailers. He leaned against a trailer, outside of the pool of light from the stage door, hoping he'd stay hidden for at least a little while. He shivered, the air was freezing on his sweaty, painted skin. He picked at a spot on his arm where the black paint was starting to flake off. Maybe on their next tour he'd stop covering his skin. Ricky didn't anymore, nor did Chris. At that thought, Vinny's frown deepened.

It was there, scratching the paint off his arm with a scowl on his face, that he was found, much sooner that he'd hoped.

"Vin, there you are! I've been looking - Jesus, Vinny, you're gonna get fucking hypothermia!"

It was Chris, ducking down so his worried expression was eye-level with Vinny. He was so close that Vinny could see the little specks of glitter that had migrated from his eyelids to his cheekbones during the show.

"I'm fine," Vinny tried to tell him, but the words were hampered by the fact that his teeth were chattering so hard. He hadn't noticed quite how cold he was until now, when he realized the pain in his limbs wasn't solely from drumming.

"Vin, what's going on?" Chris' voice was gentle, and his warm hands gripped Vinny's upper arms tugging him away from the trailer and closer to Chris' hoodie-covered frame.

Vinny tried to shrug. "I just needed some air. The pyro and shit was cooking me alive in there. I hadn't noticed how cold it is." He wanted to think he'd given a plausible explanation, despite the fact that he'd started to shiver uncontrollably.

"C'mere," Chris mumbled, tugging Vinny against him and wrapping him in his arms. Vinny didn't bother trying to resist the hug, or, a few seconds later, Chris tucking him under one arm to lead him back into the venue.

"Did something happen with you and Ricky?" Chris asked, voice low, as they walked back into the venue. "After... Uh, what I interrupted."

"No," Vinny muttered. Chris' bodyheat was sinking into his skin, calming the shivers a little bit. He didn't try to pull away, though, even as they passed crew and venue staff on the way to their green room. "I mean... well... nevermind."

"You know you can tell me anything, right? I won't judge you."

Vinny sighed. If Ricky was going to try and humiliate him, Vinny may as well rob him of the ammunition.

"Before what you walked in on happened, Ricky had grabbed my phone to get me to give him back the damn candy bar. But he saw a video I was watching, and kinda threatened to use it against me, I guess, if I didn't give him... uh... what he wanted. But then we started making out, and I thought we were on the same page, or whatever. But now, I'm not so sure. I think that I misread him."

Chris was frowning, eyes dark with concern as he looked at Vinny. "Use it against you, how? And for a candy bar? Seems a bit drastic."

"Not the candy bar. He said he wanted a blowjob, actually. I thought he was just kidding, trying to piss me off. But then... Everything else happened, and I thought we were both into it, more than just stress relief, or whatever, I don't know. But tonight, he... I think he might have been more serious about the threat than I thought. Not necessarily trying to get me to really do anything sexual, I mean, he's not a creep. But to get back at me for getting the upper hand earlier, maybe."

"And how would he do that?" Chris prompted after patiently listening to Vinny's rambling explanation.

"Tell you what I was watching, I guess," Vinny mumbled, with a shrug, looking up to see they'd reached their green room. He could hear familiar voices behind the half-open door.

Chris obviously had more questions, but he gave Vinny a little shake, pausing before entering the room. "Why don't you take advantage of the showers here? Get warmed up. You're still shivering."

Vinny nodded, then turned to Chris, saying in a rush; "It wasn't anything gross. It was a video of you, actually. I guess I'd rather tell you myself, than have him do it."

Then, face burning with embarrassment and eyes stinging with sudden tears, Vinny stepped out from under Chris' arm and into the green room. He caught Ricky looking at him from the corner of his eye, but he didn't stop or acknowledge the other man as he grabbed his bag and made his way to the bathroom.

The showers were individual cubicles and he gratefully locked himself inside of one. He scrubbed the paint and sweat from his skin under the mercifully hot water, then dried off and pulled on sweatpants and a hoodie. He felt better, body temperature back to normal and a bit of the weight off his chest after talking to Chris. He was pretty sure he could finish out the last few days on the road without having a mental breakdown, even. Pretty sure. At least until he opened the cubicle door to find Chris waiting for him.

He was leaning back against the sink, face clear of the remnants of his makeup, expression carefully neutral. Vinny could see his own face reflected in the large mirror behind Chris, the small frown above his red rimmed eyes, the way he was pressing his lips together, muscles in his jaw twitching.

"I talked to Ricky," Chris said, without preamble. His voice betraying even less that his face.

"Yeah?" Vin tried hard to be casual, rubbing his damp towel over his dripping hair.

"I have a question."

Vinny slumped back against the partition between cubicles, letting his bag drop to the floor at his feet, still halfheartedly trying to dry his curls. He made a motion with his chin, to indicate that Chris can ask his question.

The older man tucked his hands into his pants pockets, eyes dropping down to the middle distance between them.

"The video... was that just, general interest in guys that you're exploring? Or was it more specifically... me?"

"That's two questions," Vin mumbled, then kept talking before Chris could reply. "I've been exploring my general interest in guys since highschool, so..." He shrugged, looking down at the damp towel in his hands.

"But... What about Ricky, then?"

Vin scrunched the towel into a ball, squeezing the damp material until his knuckles turned white. "It's possible to find multiple people attractive at the same time."

There was a soft sound as Chris shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah. I guess it is." There was amusement in his voice and Vinny looked up to see a small smile on Chris' face. He was still not looking at Vinny, keeping his eyes on the cracked tiles between them. "I guess it is," he repeated, quietly, like he was sharing some joke with himself.

"So, if we're done here," Vinny cleared his throat, twisting the much abused towel between his hands, as if to wring water from it, before tossing it over his shoulder.

"Wait, I just -", Chris took a step forward, one hand outstretched to halt Vinny's escape. His smile had faded, dark eyes meeting Vin's for the first time. "I wanted to say... God, I don't know. That I don't mind?"

"Cool," Vinny's voice was small. He bent forward to lift up his bag, but Chris' tattooed hand grabbed his before he could reach it. He jerked upright, to find Chris had closed the distance between them to step into Vinny's personal space, closer even that he'd been outside by the bus. Looking up, Vinny could have counted the taller man's eyelashes, except that Chris cupped his cheeks and pressed his lips to Vin's with exquisite softness and Vin lost the ability to form any coherent thought. The kiss was warm and chaste and Vin breathed a small sigh against Chris' lips, one hand reaching up to curl into the soft fabric of the Beetlejuice hoodie Chris was wearing.

Chris slid his palm down over Vinny's chest, to curl around his waist. He kept the kiss unhurried, even as Vin's lips parted for him to explore further, curling his tongue against Vinny's in a slow, teasing promise of things to come. Vinny heard himself moan, low in his throat, as he moved up onto his tiptoes, pressing closer against Chris' warmth.

Pulling away from Vinny's lips, Chris trailed kisses across his jaw, pausing to give his earlobe a kitten lick that had Vinny's skin erupting in goosebumps.

"God, Vin," Chris' voice was husky in his ear, "do you have any idea what I'd like to do to you?" More kisses trailed across his jaw, then down to the side of his throat, where Chris trailed the very tip of his tongue over Vinny's pulse point.

"Please," Vinny breathed, high and needy, one hand in a deathgrip around Chris' hoodie, the other coming up to tug at the short purple strands of Chris' hair.

Chris made a sound, somewhere between a groan and a laugh, and pressed his lips to Vinny's again, the kiss hungrier than before. He slid both large hands down over Vinny's back to cup his ass, grinding their hips together in a movement that had both of them gasping into each other's mouths. Chris rolled his hips, the same slow, deliberate movements he'd made on stage, only now it was for Vinny's benefit alone. Each languid thrust undid a little more of Vinny's inhibition, until he was rutting back against Chris, moans falling from his parted lips, their open mouths no longer kissing so much as sharing uneven breaths.

"Fuck," the expletive sounded torn from Chris' throat, and without warning he fell to his knees in front of Vinny, eyes dark as he looked up to ask, "May I?"

Vinny couldn't form a coherent thought, much less words, at the sight of Chris on his knees for him. He did his best to nod, hands trembling as ran his fingers lightly through Chris' short hair, being careful not to tug, however much he might have wanted to. Chris pulled at the waistband of Vinny's sweatpants, making a quiet sound of approval at the fact that there was no underwear in his way, as he wrapped long fingers around Vinny's hard length. Vinny had always been fine with how perfectly average his cock was, didn't spend his life obsessing over it like some guys seemed to. So, the effect the sight of Chris' large hand dwarfing him had was unexpected, making his breath catch in his throat, a curl of hot shame forming in his belly. Except, instead of putting him off, the humiliation only turned him on even more. His grip tightened on the purple hair, wordlessly urging Chris on. Vinny's breath was coming in short sharp gasps and he didn't think he'd last long enough for Chris to even begin stoking his cock properly, but somehow he managed to keep control of himself, even as Chris leaned in to lick at the precum leaking from his tip. He moaned at that, letting his head fall back for only a second, before looking down again, not wanting to miss a single second of the sight of Chris stretching his full lips around Vinny's cock.

It was an embarrassingly short time before Vinny felt the familiar tightening of his impending orgasm. He tugged harder on Chris' hair, to try and pull him away.

"I'm gonna... Please, Chris, I'm gonna cum... I'm -" the words were interspersed with little moans as Chris just swallowed him down even deeper, the head of Vinny's cock hitting the back of his throat.

Vinny couldn't hold back any longer, a keening moan escaping his lips as he came so hard he could see stars behind his tightly shut eyelids. Chris didn't pull away until he'd gotten every last drop from Vinny, given his softening cock slow little licks until Vinny jerked away, painfully oversensitive. He pulled up Vinny's sweats before rising to his feet, letting Vinny pull him in for a lazily, fuck-drunk kiss.

It took a few seconds for the thought of returning the favor to even occur in Vinny's scrambled brain, and he reached for Chris' waistband, wanting to touch, to reciprocate, but Chris caughts his wrists. He pulled away from the kiss to look up at the other man. Chris gave a small smile and shook his head.

"We need to get back to the bus, we're gonna be missed soon."

"But," Vinny started, and was silenced with a quick kiss.

"It's fine," Chris said. "Come on, let's go."

And with a last press of his lips to Vinny's, Chris turned and walked away, hands burrowing into his pockets, leaving Vinny behind, confused and disappointed.

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[the-one-with-the-nails]

chris/justin, motionless in white, t, 800 words

"… leaping into the other’s arms" from the semi-NSFW meme. My first Motionless in White fic 🤘 Thanks for the prompt, anon! :) You can find this one on AO3 too.

The cool thing about going from openly-affectionate-bros to boyfriends is that basically nobody bats an eyelash when the openly affectionate shit keeps going. (Well, that’s not totally true. Ryan gets this sly look behind his vape sometimes, like the facial manifestation of tutting ‘heh, gay.’ Like he wasn’t egging them to hook up from the day Justin got Motionless minted for real. Justin just flips him off, it’s all good.)

When Chris comes loping down the otherwise abandoned terminal like a rescue greyhound chasing some fresh frisbee, Justin just braces his knees and throws out his arms to catch him. Chris is kinda obsessed with being picked up, which Justin totally gets. Once you hit the five foot mark as a dude, it’s kinda game over in the uppies department – unless you find someone bigger than you. And before Justin, Chris was usually the biggest motherfucker in the room.

It’s total hell on Justin’s back… but it does great things for his self-esteem, being able to catch Chris and hike him up on his hips for a wobbly ride down the dank, carpeted corridor. Chris is bare faced like he usually is during downtime, so Justin can see splotches patches of pink high on his cheek bones. Even better, when Chris breathes “hey,” it’s in that low, happy rasp that usually precedes a kiss.

Justin’s hard in his joggers.

“Hey, hot mama,” Justin jokes, still toddling along with Chris’s arms snaked around his neck and his warm, heavy, be’sweatered body draped along Justin’s front. He grins. “Ya miss me that much?”

Chris’s eyes go heavy-lidded. “What do you think, asshole?” he asks, and then they’re kissing. With tongue. Like, kind of way more tongue than should be legal in an airport, even if it’s a fuckin’ ghost town at this hour. Justin groans a little, moves a hand to Chris’s butt for a possessive squeeze.

“Where the fuck is the baggage claim?” Ricky grumbles somewhere to their left. Justin stops sucking Chris’s tongue and sneaks a glance at the guys to make sure that, yeah, they’re all just moseying like normal.

“Downstairs,” Vinny says without looking up from his phone. “Hey, do we have, like, a van waiting, or did you Uber here alone?” he asks Chris.

“Van,” Chris confirms, contentedly tucking his face into Justin’s neck. Which basically melts his heart into bubbly goo. One less solid thing for his spine to have to support, he guesses. “They’re circling outside until we get out there.”

“Cool.”

“I know I’m too heavy, I’m just being a greedy bitch,” Chris says lowly. Ryan and maybe Ricky can probably hear him too – everything echoes a little in this utility carpet purgatory – but nobody says anything. (“You’re not heavy,” Justin lies immediately.) Chris butts his beaky nose against the hinge of Justin’s jaw. “I missed being in your arms.”

“My arms missed you being there,” Justin says conversationally. It’s still so fucking weird, doing the cutesy couple talk shit and it’s legit instead of brohomo. His boots clunk extra heavy on the floor because he’s kinda stomping to make room for the big booty koala in his embrace, but like. He’s a corn-fed American, it’s his god given right to be loud for no reason. “I missed you being there.”

“What else do your arms feel about me?” Chris asks, and okay, that’s a silly thing to say, obviously meant to make Justin laugh, but like. Justin’s arms actually have a lot to say on the subject of Chris. How if they could get away with it, they’d never let him go. They’d keep Chris tucked against him even on stage, Justin’s bass slung over Chris’s backside so he could keep playing while Chris yowled into a mic right by his ear. (Justin likes when Chris yowls right by his ear. Hopefully he will be doing it in a hotel bed in the next hour.)

But, uh, the whole stage cuddles idea might actually be too openly affectionate, actually. Codependent. Clingy.

Chris must sense his line of thought, because he breathes a warm laugh against Justin’s neck. Chris wiggles to drop his long legs down and force Justin to let him walk on his own before they get tangled and fall over. Not that Justin’s dick would mind rolling around on the floor together.

“Someone else missed me too,” Chris points out as he loiters all hot and lanky and fat assed against Justin’s front. Jeeesus Christ, this guy.

“Of course I missed you, buddy,” Vinny deadpans without missing a beat, and Chris laughs all the way to baggage claim. Justin’s right on his heels like he’s the rescue dog now, no frisbee necessary to keep his attention.

He has no reason to hoist Chris up while they wait for their bags to come around the conveyor, but nobody but Justin’s back has shit to say.

#my fic #motionless in white fic #justin morrrow x chris motionless #miw fic #motionless in white rpf #miw rpf

[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…

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PAIRING: Coach Davis!Noah Sebastian x female reader x Coach Cerulli!Chris Motionless

Summary: You are the star player and captain of you college soccer team. When your long time Coach allows his assistant coach to step in for a practice, things heat up in more ways than just one.

*This is real-person fiction. Real people in fictitious situations. If this is not your thing, please find another story to read. Contains power imbalace in form of a coach/althlete au. Please read CWs before continuing.

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VINNY IS A MUNCH: FAT PUSSY EDITION

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-Let’s call it what it is people: Vinny is a fat pussy eater at his core.

-So I think it really did start with a misclick on some porn site, but I think he halted the absolute dick beating that had been going on and marveled.

-Our gremlin saw thick, wet lips and just - brain fell out of his ears. The fact that they had to be spread to reveal someone’s inner anatomy really just smacked him sideways in the temple like a grandma telling you to hush in a church service. He liked how the inner lips looked so soft behind it all.

-He wanted to dive in, so he did. He bought a fleshlight with the chubbiest pussy available and locked himself away in his room. Vinny spat on it and licked it out before his dick even touched it. The strain he felt in his neck and jaw fueled him on, and he got lost real bad.

-I think he likes having to spread you apart and then he takes his hands away so that he’s absolutely engulfed. Can’t even really see his face and he doesn’t want you to able to.

-You know that song that says “Momma said that it was okay … momma said that it was quite alright” yeah that plays in the metaphorical background because he listens to Cupcakke and WAP has a special place in his soul. Mans wants that pussy power all up on him.

-He likes big clits thank you v much. Like wants to actually suck away at it and he bobs his head very cutely!!!

-Vinny can and has cum untouched but only when he’s gone brainless sucking away at folds that could smother him. Likes to stick his tongue out and shake his head a lil bit.

-Fat pussy comes with fat thighs and Vin is small and he likes that he could try his hardest to wrap around them and he still won’t reach.

-The cleanup is - just grab a discarded shirt because Vin leaves your cunt sloppy as all hell. Just drools and spits and he looks like a puppy that chased a sprinkler.

-Talks to it. Spanks it. Likes the way your pussy giggles when he slaps at it. Pinches your pussy lips shut just to stare at ‘em.

-Feel free to add ur thoughts I’m just spitballin’ (or snowballin’ but that’s a different HC).

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Enemies to Lovers

Chris Motionless x F!Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: 18+ only. Angst, smut, and fluff are included. Mentions of fingering, unprotected p/v sex.

Note: I do have a part two planned for this. Enjoy.

Background - Both you and Chris despise each other. You're asked to join them on tour, and once the guys get fed up with the constant fighting, they figure out a plan to put a stop to it.

You're just minding your own business in the main room on the bus, when Chris walks in. He clearly just woke up, as you see him you roll your eyes.

Unfortunately for you, he notices. He stops, and looks at you.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He says, glaring at you.

"I dunno, what's yours?" You say, annoyed that he's in the same room as you.

"You, since you rolled your eyes when I walked in this damn room." He says.

"Hmm, maybe because I cannot stand you, dipshit." You say, rolling your eyes.

Justin walks in annoyed, and speaks up.

"Okay children, quit it with the fucking bickering. You are both sounding like a married couple." He says putting a hand on his face.

"Are not!" Both you and Chris say at the same time.

"Right." He says walking in the kitchen area.

Chris rolls his eyes and sits next to you on the couch, causing you to try scooting away as far as you can.

"Oh fuck off." He mumbles.

"Same to you, fucker." You say.

"Oh my god, shut up children." Justin says.

"Over my dead body." You say.

"I swear to god, what am I going to do with you both." Justin mumbles.

Later on, during the day

The guys left you and Chris alone on the bus. Chris had gone back to bed, and you didn't feel like doing anything since it was an off day.

While the guys were gone, they decided to do something about you and Chris bickering all the time. It was a hotel night, so they came up with a plan. When they come back, you're watching something on TV, Chris sitting on the other side of the couch.

As the bus pulls into the parking lot of the hotel, everyone gathers their things. Everyone then walks in the hotel and checks in.

As you walk in your room, you scoff after closing the door.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You complain.

"You're telling me. Seems like the guys did this shit." Chris says, rolling his eyes.

"I'm gonna get them back for this." You say.

"So am I." He says.

"Soo where am I sleeping since there's only one bed?" You ask.

"Figure it out." He says going back on his phone.

"Dick." You say under your breath, but he unfortunately hears you. You're turned around doing something as he gets up.

The next thing you know, you're being pinned against the wall. You gasp, and look at Chris.

"What the fuck?" You say glaring at him.

"I should be saying that to you. Seriously. I'm tired of fighting with you actually." He says.

"Then why do you-" You say before he cuts you off, kissing you. He then pulls away, both of you breathless.

You raise your eyebrows. "Is there something you're not telling me?" You ask.

"By the end of tonight, I'm gonna make sure we don't hate each other." He says before kissing your neck.

You place your hand in his hair, and he slides his hands under your shirt. He then squeezes your boob and you weren't wearing a bra.

You groan, and decide to also slide your hands under his shirt. He pulls away, and then he picks you up, carrying you to the bed.

You take off your shirt, and he follows, taking his off also. He pushes you so you're laying down on the bed, then gets on top of you.

"I'm gonna make you scream my name tonight, let everyone in this fucking hotel know who you belong to." He growls in your ear.

You groan, and then he leaves hickeys all over you. He then takes off your pants and underwear, then does the same for himself.

He then touches you, and you whine.

"All for me." He smirks. Then he slides a finger into you and you moan.

"More," You say.

He raises an eyebrow, and adds a finger. A few moments later you're squirming as you feel like you're getting close soon.

"I know you're getting close baby, let go for me." He says. You cum shortly after he says that, shouting his name.

After your high, you open your eyes. You look down and notice Chris is hard.

"Did I do that?" You smirk.

He's licking your cum off his fingers as you ask that.

"Maybe." He says before crawling on top of you. He pins you arms above your head, and you wrap your legs around him.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you're not gonna be able to walk for a week." He growls before sinking into you.

"Fuck," You say.

He starts to move, then pulls out and slams back into you.

"Oh fuck, keep doing that" You groan.

"As you wish," He says.

He keeps doing this for a while, then he feels you getting close.

"Close, baby?" He asks.

"M-mhmmm" You breathe out.

"Cum for me. Cum for me, babydoll." He breathes in your ear.

You let go, shouting his name and every profanity you can think of.

He releases inside of you shortly after, having a strong grip on your hips, as he let go of your arms. He then collapses on top of you, and you stroke his hair after you come back from your high.

You stay like that for a little bit, then you both get up to take a shower.

"So how much you wanna bet at least one of the guys heard us?" He asks you as you're brushing your wet hair in the restroom.

"Hmm, without a fucking doubt someone heard us. Pretty sure I was fucking loud." You say.

"No shit. I wanted that though." He says, kissing your neck. He then wraps his arms around you.

"As much as I love that, can you let me finish brushing my hair?" You ask.

"I can. Do you want me to grab you some clothes?" He asks.

"Just set them somewhere, I'll put them on out there when I'm done." You say.

He nods and goes to clean up the bed. He takes off the top blanket as that was the only one affected. Then he grabs one of his shirts, and finds a pair of underwear in your bag. He sets them on the bed for you.

You come out and he smiles at you from the side of the bed he's laying on. You put the clothes on, and you join him in bed.

He pulls you close to him. "So I have a question" He asks.

"Ask away" You say.

"Do we still hate each other?" He asks.

"No, why?" You ask.

"Well because I like you, and I wanted to ask if you'd want to be in a relationship with me." He says.

"I'd love to." You say. He smiles, and kisses you.

You both end up falling asleep. The next day, you pack your things and get back on the bus. Justin and Ricky and staring at you when you get on.

Chris notices and says something.

"What's with the staring?" He asks.

"You two fucked didn't you. If so, both of you were fucking loud." Justin says.

"If you're asking if I fucked my girlfriend, yes I did." He glares at him.

Justin and Ricky look at each other, dumbfounded.

"You two are dating now?" They both ask at once.

"Yes we are, fucking idiots. Thanks for making us stay in the same room." He says before you both walk off to his bunk.

"Yeah, we're definitely getting them back." He says.

"For fucking sure." You say laughing.

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Donors Wanted Part 2 - Chris Motionless

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AN: I know this one is slightly boring compared to the first but I am trying to establish a bit of context and background... I promise it will heat up eventually :)

“Well, what do you want to know?” I ask him, looking over at him as he sits on my bed next to me, keeping an eye on me.  We both lock eyes a couple times but I try not to let it show that this intimidates me, makes me feel a little anxious every time this happens. 

“I think right now it is more important that you ask me what you want to know about me, this process, whatever you want to know.  I want you to feel comfortable about this all, comfortable with me because we are going to be spending a decent chunk of time together,” Chris says.  His eyes watching me closely, why I am not too sure honestly.

“I mean yeah I have some questions.  Everyone kind of rushes me into this without much explanation, which I understand given how rough you looked but yeah.  I guess just how does this whole thing work honestly?” I ask, still laying back against my pillows, feeling exhausted but that is probably a given with him drinking my blood just a little bit ago.

“Do you mean like how we meet up or the whole thing?  For how we decide when we both just stay in communication and decide when works best for each of us once a week is usually the minimum but typically twice in a week span.  Typically it would be here just so after if you’re feeling weak you are somewhat comfortable but you normally would not feel this exhausted and drained, this time is only this bad because I had to take more than I typically would have because of how weak and sick I was.  I promise you that usually I can control myself better, I just couldn’t this time with how bad I was. As for the process, you select the location on the website and then it’ll match the person with someone in need, or it’ll add you to a holding list until someone needs help.  There are several other clans that work with us across the country that use the same website which is why we have the location question in the application process,” he answers honestly, his eyes still watching me as he speaks.

I feel slightly intimidated having him watching me like this, I am not even totally sure why it is bothering me so much but it is.  It is almost like I can feel the power he holds as the leader, if that makes any sense.  I nod slightly, thinking of another question.

“Why? Why go to all this trouble when you could easily just overpower someone every time you are hungry and be done with it? Does it cause you trouble with other vampires who don’t agree with what you do?” I ask, genuinely curious about all of this.  I quickly cover another yawn with my hand as I start to chew on another cracker.

“I must say I am not used to getting this many questions, it is refreshing.  Having someone who is interested in it all rather than just the donation process.  The reason why we do it is simple, we don’t want to hurt anyone, to kill anyone, unless it absolutely winds up necessary. We do it this way because we feel strongly about that, it still sucks that we have to hurt someone to feed but we at least aren’t killing anyone, and unlike popular belief after the whole Twilight thing we unfortunately can’t rely on animal blood.   And yes, there are other clans and rogues that disagree with what we do, but it has never been a problem of anyone coming after us or anything.” He answers, and while I probably shouldn’t believe him given what he is, part of me does.  Maybe it is just because of how tired I am or something but despite feeling like I shouldn’t trust him I somehow want to.

“That’s why you got so sick, because you could have gone and just drank from someone but you refused to because you didn’t want to hurt anyone…. That’s honestly commendable.  Stupid because you weren’t taking care of yourself but commendable,” I say softly.  Realizing what I just said and flushing slightly.  I probably shouldn’t have called a vampire who could easily off me stupid.

Chris just laughs, genuinely laughs at my words, making a small smile form on my own face.

“You know, not many people would dare call a clan leader stupid.  But you aren’t totally wrong, in some ways it probably is stupid of me to do, but I feel strongly about what we do, what I do.” I can still see the amused look on his face after he finishes speaking. 

“Sorry you’ll learn pretty quick. I don't have a filter and suck at thinking before I speak, so I will word vomit things like that by accident more than once,” I admit sheepishly, a little smile of my own on my face after hearing him laugh.

“It’s refreshing, someone that will tell me like it is.  Usually people try to sugarcoat what they think or say what they think I will want to hear because of what I am, because I am the leader of the clan.  Any other questions?” He asks, his whole demeanor different now, it almost feels like he has let his guard down a little bit and it’s nice.  Honestly, happiness looks good on him.

“I, I don’t think so.  Not as of now anyways but I’m sure I will have more in eventually.  You can ask about me too, you know,” I offer with a smile.  Slowly working my way through my crackers, knowing it is for the best even though I really do not want to eat them.

“Well, can I ask why? You don’t strike me as the usual type of people who sign up to do this?” He asks, I can tell he genuinely wants to know.

“Oh Sierra had to talk me into it, I was very skeptical about it at first and almost didn’t believe her at all that this was an actual thing.  I only agreed because when she said that this person genuinely would have died and I saw her actual concern on her face, and I, well I enjoy helping people so I said fine.  And then when they brought you and I was still unsure, seeing how much they all cared about you and seeing how much you genuinely needed it convinced me.  That’s why I do pediatric nursing, I like knowing I am helping children and families.” I say, shrugging like it's no big deal.

“I think that’s awesome, in a way we aren’t as much alike as what it shows are we?” He asks, giving me another smile while also moving to pull my blanket over me when he noticed I shivered.

“I guess not, we just do so in our own ways… hey Chris, can I ask you another question and you can say no if you don’t want to answer,” I ask, no longer feeling scared of him but rather, enjoying his presence and watching how he responds to me. There is something about him that keeps drawing me in, making me interested in knowing more about him, in seeing what makes him tick. When he nods I know that it is okay to ask, even if it's personal and I know he might not like my question and I am okay with that.

“Was there a specific moment that changed your mind and made you turn towards this type of system or were you always into this? You, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I am just curious about what makes you well, you,” I say, hoping he doesn’t take my question the wrong way.  I don’t want to make him uncomfortable or anything, I just want to know what makes him tick.

“There was something that happened, that kind of turned me towards this.  I, I don’t talk about it with anyone but it… I hurt someone I grew really close to and it changed a lot of how I viewed my lifestyle at the time.  It was many many years ago and led me to develop this system.  It was a lot harder back in the day to set up these donor relationships and everything but luckily the internet became a thing and really helped us out with this,” he answers.  I notice how he looks away while talking about all of this, I can tell that whatever it was that happened was a hard moment in his life for him and it makes me regret asking it.  Without thinking about it I reach over, my hand settling over one of his for a moment, wanting to comfort him. 

He looks down at our hands for a moment, I can’t tell if it is because he is wanting to move, if I made him uncomfortable, or if he enjoyed it but he never made a move to pull his hand out from underneath mine, so I took it as okay.  We both sit there quietly for a moment, neither of us making an effort to break the silence, neither of us caring about it as we sat there together.  Somehow it was like we both were kind of stuck, enjoying the touch and comfort of the moment.

“Why did you choose nursing specifically? Did you have one who impacted you a lot in a positive way as a child or did you just think it was the right thing for you?” Chris asks quietly, still looking down at our hands and no longer at me.

“There is a reason actually, my brother had multiple life saving surgeries as a child, I spent lots of time watching the nurses help save him and take care of him, and got to see things they did for other children to comfort them in the pediatric ICU while he was there.  As I got older I never forgot the care and compassion they had for him and other children so when it was time to decide what I wanted to do in college and everything it was just the natural choice.  I love children and I want to help them so it just fits.  And now I do that for work, working in the pediatric ICU and getting to comfort, take care of, and help children everyday and I love it.” I answered, a little embarrassed that I rambled slightly, but Chris didn’t seem to care, he was now watching me speak again.  If I didn’t know any better I would say there is almost a look of admiration on his face as I share my story.

We both sit there in silence again, the exhaustion really starting to hit me harder now. I try to fight it but I am struggling, but I also am enjoying this time with him, getting to know each other.  I don’t want to let it go but I know I will have too soon.

“Hey, don’t fight it.  Go to sleep, I’ll sit here with you until you fall asleep okay?” Chris says, moving to brush some hair from my face again with a soft smile.

I try to fight it but it becomes almost too much, I eventually fall asleep laying in my bed, my hand still covering his as we both sit there in the quiet.  I feel more peaceful falling asleep tonight than I have in a long time… and that honestly scares me a little bit.

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