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the-slasher-madame · 1 year

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A Girl Like You

Summary: Somebody flirts with you, Vincent gets upset.

Pairing: Vincent Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Smut, rough-fucking, slightest breeding kink, Vincent does talk in this fic but it's only a few words!

Word Count: 2,131

Vincent could feel the flush rising to his cheeks and he was sure if he wasn’t wearing his mask everybody would be able to see the red pallor to his skin.

It wasn’t your fault, it never was, but you were too nice for your own good. You were always smiling, always laughing with the tourists, always making them feel comfortable while Bo fixed up their cars. You saw the good in everything, in everyone, you were everything Vincent wished he could be. When a tall, handsome man leaned over the counter and smiled at you, you assumed he was just being friendly, trying to get to know you. But Vincent assumed- knew- that when the strangers eyes flicked down to your chest, he was being anything but friendly.

The man was everything Vincent wasn’t. He had a tan color to his skin, his hair was light and styled in a way that made him seem effortlessly handsome, he was charismatic and friendly, and it sure seemed like the two of you were getting along great. In his heart Vincent felt- knew- you deserved better; you were a ray of sunshine in the otherwise cloudy Ambrose. He wouldn’t be surprised if this mysterious stranger managed to sweep you off your feet, sweep that pretty sunshine right out of Ambrose like a terrible storm.

“You should get out of here sometime,” The stranger said, teeth shining pearly white as he smiled at you. “Me and my friends are road tripping it right now, coast to coast, if you wanted to come,”

“That’s so sweet of you,” You were flashing him an equally radiant smile, one that made your eyes twinkle and your cheeks flush. “But I’ve actually got a partner here. I help him and his brother with the cars, the wax museum, stuff like that,”

Immediately the man’s smile falls, his gimmick crumbling for just a moment. As quickly as it fell, he manages to recover, rebuild.

“That’s alright,” He smiles once more as he begins to scribble on a piece of paper. “If you ever change your mind, here’s my number,” And of course you smile, thank him, nod and tuck the paper away in your pocket, because that’s who you are. You didn’t have a mean bone in your body and most days Vincent envied you but today he wanted to pull his hair out, chastise you for being too nice, even if it wasn’t your fault.

Then, the minute the man’s back is turned you throw the piece of paper away, huffing a quiet sigh as you do. You were kind, but even kind people had their limits.

“I think Bo should be done looking at your car, let me run to the back and check for you guys,” You gave the group an enthusiastic nod before departing, heaving another soft sigh as you marched towards Bo and Vincent, who were both elbows deep in the Toyota Tacoma the group had been driving in.

“I’m going to head back to the house,” You announced with a soft smile. This one was more genuine, more gentle, it tugged at the corners of your lips a little less harshly than your fake smiles did. “I’m exhausted, I might try to take a nap,” Vincent could hear Bo mumbling something along the lines of, ‘oh, you’re tired are you?’ and ‘’m the one workin’ on the damn car, ‘m tired,’ To which (Y/N) playfully kicked at his boot.

“I’ll have dinner ready for you boys by the time you get back, don’t take too long or it won’t be hot,” And with that you departed, leaving Bo grumbling in your wake; something like ‘don’t even know why we keep her around’ and ‘damn woman, gettin’ on my nerves’.

By the time Vincent and Bo finished up the sun had set, the temperature had dropped a few degrees, and the city of Ambrose was quiet once more; waiting on the kitchen table were two plates, both full of food, and both still hot. Vincent was hungry, starving, but he had more important matters to deal with.

“Hey-” Bo called as Vincent made a beeline for the basement. “Are ya gonna eat dinner or not?” When Vincent ignored him Bo called once more. “If ya don’t eat it ‘m goin’ to!” Bo’s words fell on deaf ears as Vincent slammed the door to the basement, and although Vincent couldn’t hear Bo he was sure his brother was grumbling something about how ‘ungrateful, wasteful’ he was being.

Vincent’s steps weren’t light as he trudged down the stairs, each boot hitting the wood with such force that it echoed through the basement. His blood ran hot in his veins and his jaw ached from clenching it so hard. It wasn’t your fault, he kept reminding himself, it wasn’t your fault you were so damn nice, it wasn’t your fault attractive young men liked to flirt with the prettiest thing in Ambrose.

Vincent found you in the workshop, hair pulled up high as you lounged on the cot in the corner. You were wearing a pair of shorts and one of his sweaters and you gave him the sweetest smile when he got to the bottom of the stairs, finally within your eyesight.

“Hey,” You said quietly, almost reverently, a tone you saved only for him. “Was the food still warm?” Vincent paid no mind to your words as he kicked off his boots and began shedding his many layers of clothes. “Long day?” You asked as he peeled off his mask, the last layer he needed to shed before he clambered on top of the cot. With ease he captured your ankle in his hand, pulling you down the cot and towards his warm body. Any squeal or complaint you had about being manhandled died the minute Vincent pressed his lips to yours, kiss sloppy and needy, all tongue and teeth.

Usually Vincent was tender, only soft touches and reverence for you, but this was different, this was harsh and mean, feral and animalistic. His hands made quick work of the shorts, nearly tearing them off your legs in an effort to get the offending clothing away from you. A growl, gruff and low in his chest, rumbled through his throat when he noticed that you had opted not to wear panties under those tiny shorts and if he were to take a lucky guess, he’d bet you didn’t have anything on under his sweater.

“Vincent-” He couldn’t tell if you were scolding him, or pleading with him to continue, perhaps it was both. Big, always warm, hands push up the sweater, revealing that in fact you were not wearing anything underneath. A groan, positively sinful falls from Vincent’s parted lips as he leans down to capture a nipple between his lips. His mouth is warm, almost as warm as the heat emanating from the basement, and his other hand quickly cups your other breast, squeezing, giving it almost the same treatment as the one in his mouth.

You thread your fingers through his hair, cupping the back of his head, keeping him pressed close, not that Vincent would pull away, he could spend hours like this, lips wrapped around your nub, sucking until your chest ached and your legs were covered in your own slick. Any other night he would do just that, bury his face in your chest until you pushed him away, told him that you couldn’t handle anymore, but tonight he wanted- needed something else. Tonight he wanted to pound that pretty pussy until your legs shaked, until tears ran down your cheeks and your belly ached with how deep he fucked you.

Plagued by desire, of visions of you wrapped around his cock, stretching and whining as you try to take him, Vincent finds his patience running thin. Wordlessly, effortlessly, Vincent flips you over, belly pressed into the rough canvas of the cot. You want to whine, tell him this is uncomfortable, that your belly is going to be red and covered in a rash after this, but suddenly his hand is in your hair, pulling your head back as he nibbles on your earlobe. He pulls just a little harder, making you lean your head back as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Vincent,” Your whine is softer this time, a hint of worry gnawing at your throat. “Vincent- I need some time, some prep-” But he doesn’t listen, and in one fluid motion his cock is buried to the hilt, hips snug against your ass as he presses biting kisses along your neck. Tears sting at your eyes and you claw at the canvas below you, trying to grip something, anything to distract yourself. And the minute you begin to feel you’re adjusting, the minute the ache between your legs becomes less throbbing, Vincent gives a violent thrust. Your mouth hangs open in a silent cry- words, noise- unable to make it past the column of your throat. And then he does it again, and again, until he has a steady rhythm, hips snapping against your ass as his cock fills you completely.

“Vincent,” You’re crying now, tears streaming down your cheeks as he fucks you, fucks you so hard your belly and tits rub against the canvas of the cot, fucks you so hard that the sound of your coupling echoes through the basement. You don’t know what you’re begging for, for more, for less, for him to stop, for him to continue, for him to fuck you like he hates you, for him to fuck you like he loves you.

He doesn’t bother playing with your clit, doesn’t bother groping at your chest, not like he usually does, tonight he’s determined to breed you, mark you as his, fuck you so good that you forget all about that man at the shop, prove to you that he’s worth it, prove to you that you don’t need anyone else.

His thrusts never falter, never once slow down, even when he feels his own release creeping up his spine, warm and tingling, threatening to take him over. He doesn’t stop even though you’ve cum, once, twice, god knows how many times. Your pussy is positively wet, almost dripping with arousal as he snaps his hips against you, deep and methodical, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. You’re close again, cheeks red and wet with tears, voice babbling as you call out to him with each thrust of his hips.

He wraps your hair around his hand once again, pulling it taught, making your head snap back as he leans down to press his lips against your ear. “Mine,” He growls, voice hoarse and quiet, so quiet that if he wasn’t pressed against you, you wouldn’t have heard it. His chest rumbles against your back, somewhere between a growl and a purr as he says it again, “Mine”.

“Yes!” You cry, voice wrecked, absolutely hysterical. “Yes Vincent, I’m all yours, just yours!” You’re clawing at the canvas again, desire spiked by the possessiveness in Vincent’s words. “Please-” You beg, sob, “Please say it again,”

“Mine,” He punctuates his words with another harsh thrust. “All mine,” And you’re cumming again, walls clenching almost painfully, as you wail and shake and cry. You’re acutely aware of the feeling of Vincent inside of you, warm and wet as he thrusts through his orgasm. You’re so fucked out you beg him for it, beg him to paint your insides white, to breed you like the good little housewife you are. It isn’t until he pulls out, pulls you close, tucks your head against his chest, that you begin to feel sanity seep back into your bones. Your chest and belly ache, rubbed raw from the harsh canvas. Your legs shake and quiver, your throat hurts from crying and your pussy aches from the memory of his feral thrusts.

“I’m sorry,” Vincent writes on your back, slender fingers tracing letters into your skin. “I got carried away, I’m sorry,” You know him well enough to know he’s panicking, thinking he fucked up, he did something wrong.

“Don’t be sorry,” You mumble, voice hoarse from the tears. “I’m only a little upset about the rash covering my front side,” You’re teasing him, even with half lidded eyes and swollen lips. And then you’re smiling, that same reverent smile you have only for him. “Vincent, I’m yours, only yours,” He nods, desperate, hungry for that validation. You know there’s a reason behind his actions, something that made him so wild, so desperate to claim you the way he did, but you’re tired and Vincent’s hands are warm and rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

There will be some other time to discuss this.

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the-slasher-madame · 1 year

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Oh dear, oh my.

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Crimson Rebel

Vincent Sinclair x fighter!reader

probably smut, we’ll see when I’m done writing it.

Edit: MHM. YEP. LOTS OF SMUT. MDNI ISTG ILL SKIN YOU.

warnings: hair pulling, manhandling, dry humping, p in v, female!reader, cum swallowing, blood, slight violence, mentions of murder,

It was a normal day for everyone when you first met the Sinclair brothers. Well, more specifically, Lester. Only because it was either him or Bo that fucked up something in your car, which one it was you will never know. You had been passing through the small part of Louisiana on a group trip to some place you didn’t even care to remember. Your group of “friends” wanted to pull over in a random spot and camp out in the woods overnight. Honestly, they were so annoying to you that you’re slightly thankful that they’re now dead. Who knows how much longer you could have taken their stupid and half-baked insults and thoughts before you snapped and turned their vitals to the outsides of their bodies on your own accord. But besides your slightly murderous tendencies, as soon as each of the Sinclair’s had laid eyes on you, they knew that you would be a whole different level of problematic. You had the lean but muscular build of a fighter, the way your shoulders were constantly tense and boxed told most of the story by themselves.

unlike your friends, you were situationally aware, so Bo wasn’t able to just strike from behind or even find a single moment when you didn’t have your close eye on him. You were quick to draw your knife when he finally tried to take you out, the fact that you were able to corner him and get him off of his feet in the first place was surprising. It was easy, at least what you remember of your little scrap with Bo. He wasn’t good at picking fights, nor did he have the knowledge of how to even properly fight. This, of course, gave you an amazing advantage. You even got to interrogate him as he was cowering in the corner, still hurt from your sweep. That’s how you found out about everything that goes on in Ambrose. The only reason you got to stick around was because you thought helping them preserve dead bodies of your friends for them to rot internally in a dusty and forgotten place like the wax museum would be more fun and entertaining than having to spend more time with the group of deuche bags you were hesitant to call friends. And it was. It was so fun that you decided to stay. Of course, Bo already liked you from the start. Not just because he’s a slut and thinks your hot, but because you made the kills easier and just helped around the town more than just Bo would be able to.

that’s partly how you ended up here, in this moment. You were sitting in Vincent’s chair at his desk, your head laying on the papers that littered the stained and old wood. You had recently become close with Vincent, taking an interest in his very odd hobby. You yourself weren’t very much of an artist, but you always had a deep appreciation for the people that made wonders with nothing but their own two hands. Vincent was no different. His work was beautiful and wonderful, even if they were literally made from corpses. Besides, he was always quiet and respectful, which was a complete opposite from his two brothers who always gawked and flirted with you (mostly Bo-) every chance they got. you inhaled the scent of the stained wood of Vincent’s desk, loving the way the scent of ink and graphite mixed with the comforting smell. Vincent was working on a new victim sculpture, his eye barely visible behind his jet black curtain of healthy, untamed hair.

you watched his every move, observing the way his hands would glide gracefully around the figure, smoothing the rough surface down with little effort. He was so skilled, it was enticing to watch him work. Then it hit you, you had never fought him nor even seen the extent of his strength. He was smart enough to use technique rather than just muscle. Ever since you had gotten here, you have had a few good fights, but they never lasted, and the few times you saw how Vincent dealt with victims had always stuck in your mind every time some new people came wandering into Ambrose. Of course, you had thought about asking him about it, but he always seemed so jumpy. Even though his murderous techniques seemed more advanced than yours, he still seemed so skittish just by being in your presence. But right now, you were in his safe space, so there was no way you were gonna hurt him right now. Of course, you’d never want to hurt him in the first place.

“I bet you could have killed me.”

he paused as you spoke your last word of that sentence, moving the candle and heated piece of metal away from the wax, making sure to not damage the smoothed over surface. His head just barely turned in your direction, his eye still not visible due to his hair being in the way. You probably wouldn’t have been able to see his eye even if he had his hair tied back. His lack of response was almost an actual response, just in his own way. Well, more of a question, as if to ask you to continue.

“Y’know, back when ya first saw me. Bo had already told you about me probably, but he wouldn’t have been mad if ya did kill me.”

he hesitated for a moment, then turned his focus back to the task at hand as if he were brushing your statement off. Secretly, your words replayed on loop in his head, but there was work to be done.

“Why didn’t ya do it?”

you asked, lifting your head up and moving your arm to have your elbow on the desk. You were now looking at him with your chin resting on your palm in a comfortable position. He stopped completely now, letting the tools rest on the ground to the side of his crouched position, but his hands never loosened the grip he held them with. He looked down, as if in thought.

”ya know, I wonder if you could really coulda’ slaughtered me. You’re pretty strong, but I just don’t know..”

your other hand reached up to his desk, fiddling with a glass ink pen you had gotten him as a gift not too long ago. It had a spiral design and it felt nice between your fingers. He waited another moment, then stood to his full height, stretching his muscles with a rotation of his shoulders and a grunt. He then turned his upper body to look at you, his beautiful icy blue eye locking onto your gaze.

‘I don’t know, I guess it just seemed like a waste of energy.’

that was a lie. His tear line twitched slightly, something it always did when he had lied and was trying to tell if you had caught it. Well, you did, but you had a pretty good poker face, so you just ignored it and huffed, looking back to the pen in your grasp.

he waited a moment, averting his gaze in thought one more time before snapping his fingers to get your attention like he always did when he needed to say something. Your head leant back as you adjusted your posture, leaning back in his chair. Your eyes focused on his, giving Vincent your full attention.

‘Do you want to see who would have won?’

It took you a minute to process what he had offered, but when you finally got what he was saying, you grinned wildly. Was he really suggesting what you think he’s suggesting?

“Oh? And what’s that supposed to mean?”

‘Well, you know, we’ve never fought, so what if we see if I really can overpower you?’

Your eyes narrowed slightly, focusing on the way his eye batted away from your gaze as he signed his response. He was getting shy, and oh boy was it adorable. So, of course, you took this as an opportunity to tease him. Standing up from the chair, you fixed your shirt.

“Alright then, let’s see if you really can manhandle me after all.”

you wore an evil smirk, one you always taunted your opponents with before scraps. This, however, would be different. You were going to fight Vincent, and no matter how strong he is, you now weren’t able to fight like a wild animal anymore. Only because it’s Vincent though. If it were anyone else, then you definitely wouldn’t hold back.

his hands lowered to his sides, relaxing his shoulders before looking at your healthy build. He admired the way your muscle perfectly fit under your skin, and how your clothes complimented your figure. You were so beautiful, no matter the setting or situation. You noticed his gaze, and jokingly flexed your abs and biceps, curling your fists and raising your arms to show off your muscle. Your grin widened at his closer inspection, not at all minding his stalling. When his eye finally looked back to your face, he took a deep breath and walked forward. His shoulders were tense once again, making his build look bigger than it really was. You relaxed your arms to your sides, waiting for him to finally start the fight. you squared up to him, facing your body straight to his. You both kept eye contact and slight tension was rising between you both. His mind was a bit fuzzy with thoughts, how the hell was he supposed to fight you without actually fighting you?

it took him a minute, but he finally got the courage to grab both sides of you in your arms right beneath the shoulder. It was a loose but firm grip. He then shifted his weight quickly, and at an almost disorienting speed, he slung your body to the far side of the room. The sudden action caught you off guard, especially with how quickly he changed from being so timid to so lively. Your sneakers skipped across the concrete floor, the momentum of his strength causing your body to crash into one of the blank walls. You hit the wall with a thud, the impact forcing the air from your lungs. You didn’t fall though, nor did your balance falter. You were better than that, and Vincent knew that. That’s why he grabbed one of the rolling carts, which had very fragile pieces of clay vases that he had made with you just the other day, and pushed it towards the wall you were standing against.

thinking quickly, you composed yourself and put one foot on the wall behind you, pushing off and raising your other leg to catch yourself on the cart as it crashed into the brick wall rather than your body. The impact sent the vases straight into the wall as well, scattering shattered pieces of clay on the surrounding floor. The said pieces crunched satisfyingly under your shoes as you jumped down from the cart, and only then did you notice that Vincent was quickly approaching. He shoved you before you could properly react, your body falling backwards and you fixed yourself to sit on the cart that had almost put you out of commission a few seconds ago. You fell back again, then Vincent placed his hand on one of your collar bones and shoved you against the wall, pinning you. He was strong, even though it was just one hand holding you in place. You grabbed his wrist on instinct, bringing your knee between your body and his, then extended your leg to push him backwards. he shuffled back a smidge, just enough for you to fold your shoulders in slightly and get away from his grasp. You then put both of your legs together and extended the muscles tat the same time, essentially kicking him backwards. With a grunt, he was pushed away. You moved quickly, not wanting to waste this opportunity. You then jumped off of the cart, crouching to get lower and swiping a sharp of the hardened clay from the ground before running full force into Vincent and tackling him to the ground with a heavy thud. You scrambled on top of him, straddling his stomach. You tried to ignore now his abs felt against your thighs, how his struggles seemed to have less effort once you got on top of him, and how the deadly shine in his eye was now replaced with something darker and more carnal.

You panted atop him, holding the now bloodied piece of a broken vase to his neck. It’s sharp edges had cut your hand, making blood drip from your palms to his pale skin. You pressed a pointed tip of the clay to his skin ever so lightly, even after his struggles had stopped. Vincent only looked at you, admiring the sheer power and dominance that radiated from you. You gazed back at him, but didn’t have eye contact. Instead, you were observing the way his soft wool sweater complimented his every muscle, and how when warmth of his skin seeped through his thick work clothes. His beautiful tresses of hair were spread around his head on the ground, resembling black tentacles from a creature of a long forgotten void. He looked quite simple stunning.

your grin returned after a moment of silent admiration of one another, removing the dangerous piece of clay from his vicinity and throwing it to the side. You ignored the blood now steadily dripping from the open cut, looking down at Vincent with a mischievous glint in your eyes. He stayed still, as if he were waiting for a harsh judgment. You brought your other clean hand to the side of his face, gently running your knuckles over the wax mask, brushing away the jet black strands of hair from his vision. You didn’t even realize how you were absentmindedly squeezing the sides of his stomach with your thighs, or how you placed your other bloodied hand on his chest as a support to lean over and get a better view of the angelic man underneath you. Vincent didn’t mind at all, in fact, he loved the way you were looking at him. Neither of you noticed those your blood had soaked into his sweater, sure to leave a stain.

you hummed in contentment, running your thumb over the cheekbone of the mask before relaxing the muscles in your legs and standing up. Vincent let out a deep breath, one he didn’t even know he was holding in. The warmth of his mid-section quickly faded as your body left his, but the butterflies still fluttered in his stomach. His gaze focused on how hungrily you stared down at him, your mischievous grin still wide as you observed the mess you had made of Vincent.

“Well, that’s settled.” You say as your eyes drift to the side of the room, trying to keep your eyes from wandering his whole body. He seemed almost disappointed, a frown forming beneath his mask. Then he suddenly got an idea.

quickly, he grabbed both of your ankles and brought his knee up and between your legs, pushing at the back of your leg and forcing you to fall backwards. Not expecting the sudden attack, your joints gave out and you fell backwards with a Yelp, just as he intended you to. You braced yourself, holding up your head so it wouldn’t hit against the concrete. Your arms flopped to the sides of your head, quickly getting pinned by Vincent. He had scrambled quickly to now be pinning you to the ground by your arms. Vincent towered over you, his eye staring into yours once again. This time, he gave you butterflies.

your eyes widened with surprise at his sudden actions, but you would be lying if you said his show of strength and recent confidence wasn’t so incredibly hot. Black tresses of hair lined a curtain draping down towards your face, blocking out the surrounding world. Now, it was just you and him on this planet. Your breath hitched as your face flushed red, embarrassed by the growing heat between your legs. He noticed your embarrassment, and even knew how turned on you were. Hell, it was honestly the same for him. One of the only thoughts of his right now was him hoping that you wouldn’t look down any time soon, the evidence in his pants being a clear giveaway to how you made him feel.

“Good game?”

your voice was quieter now, trying to speak as clearly as you could without sounding shaky or nervous. Vincent hesitated for a moment, then let go of your arms and leaned upwards, straightening his posture.

‘Sure, but you’re still mobilized’

your brows furrowed, a bit confused at his signing. “Huh?” Your manners left your brain at that moment, only able to give that half-baked response. His gaze relaxed for a moment, then focused closely on yours. ‘Well, if you were my victim, you would still be able to get away.’ You immediately picked up that he was hinting at something, a smirk creeping it’s way onto your face as you propped yourself up on your elbows. Of course, you had to ignore the clear as day tent in his pants since you were now a lot closer to his body, but you didn’t really mind.

“K then, ‘immobilize’ me then..”

you gave a mocking tone when you copied his word, loving the way the look in his eye grew darker. Suddenly, he reached down and grabbed your hips with a firm grip, then basically dead lifted you off of the ground. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling your body close to his chest with your legs now wrapped around his hips. It took him a moment to get balanced before he straightened his legs and stood up with you in his arms. You hung onto him tightly, giggles filling the room you two were in. He walked over to a nearby bed, not stumbling or showing any signs of struggle, almost as if you weighed nothing in his arms. Once he got close enough to the bed, he let go of your waist and let you fall onto the plush mattress. The metal creaked beneath the fabric covered springs, and you could hear the sound of the metal legs scraping against the concrete. You unintentionally let out a gasp as Vincent leaned forward and caught himself with his hands, leaving you now trapped between him and the mattress.

You paused for a moment, not minding the way he brought up one of his hands to trace the dip of the muscle on the side of your thigh. Instead, you were thinking about his mask, and how handsome he is underneath. You’ve only seen his face a few times, and most of those times you didn’t get to see more than half of it. Still, any glance of his face you got, he was still the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. you didn’t even mind how Vincent had now relaxed his torso and let his hips closer to yours, his aching erection in his pants now pressing against the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitched, then you slowly reached up to his face to make sure he saw it coming. Once your hands made contact with the wax, Vincent froze and his eye locked with yours. You gazed back up at him, your fingers gently running along the sides of the mask until the tips of your fingers reached the edges of the mask on each side. He didn’t move away, which was good. You looked deep into his eye, asking for permission. Vincent didn’t move, but slightly dropped his head further into your hands, letting the mask fit flat to your palms. This was a sign as if to say ‘go ahead.’

and so you did. You carefully snaked your fingers behind the edge of the mask and pulled it from his actual face. His chest sunk with a deep exhale, closing his eye as his only protection from the outside world was removed. You placed the mask to the side, then brought your hands back up to each side of his face. Vincent’s eyebrows furrowed, as if he were regretful or worried about your opinion. You only responded with a hum, smiling softly at his beautiful face. You ran your thumb carefully over the scarred side of his face, causing him to flinch slightly in surprise. The warped skin that was such a contrast from his smooth and pale rest of his body was beautiful to you. His eye opened and caught your love-struck expression. Vincent then leaned further into your touch, welcoming the new feeling of being wanted by another person. He kept eye contact for a while longer, before his mind muddled back into the lustful thoughts he was experiencing a few minutes ago.

his hand traveled from its resting place on the side of your thigh to your hip, then snaked it’s way under the hem of your shirt. The painful tent in his pants was still pressed to the inside of your leg, the throbbing now more prominent. You bit the inside of your bottom lip, your eyes traveling down his body and to the places he was touching your own. Your gaze skipped over the drying stain of blood from your hand earlier, the color now darker and standing out a bit less on his equally dark sweater. You moved your hips, grinding the fat of your thigh against his erection. He let out a delicious groan in response. Your face slightly flushed at his sound of satisfaction, a bit more confidence in your actions now. You threaded your fingers through Vincent’s hair, pulling his head down further and leaning up to meet him with a kiss. His hips rocked back and forth, seeking friction as his lips molded to yours in a passionate kiss. He bent his elbows to get closer to your body, then propped himself above you on his forearms. Your tongue swiped against his bottom lip, asking for entrance, to which he granted. As you both made out, your tongues swirling around the other’s in a passionate dance, he shifted his weight to one arm, not daring to break the kiss or lose pressure to the problem in his pants, then he moved the now free hand down to rub his fingers over your clothed folds. You let out a whine, his dexterous fingers working your body perfectly. He then rocked his hips a bit harder, your leg hooking around his hip and applying more pressure to his clothed cock in an attempt to help. Almost as if he were rewarding such an action, his thumb traveled to your clit, rubbing harsh circles so you could feel him through the fabric. Vincent pulled away from the kiss for a breath of air, his chest now heaving with effort. Your head fell back to the mattress and your eyes closed for a second to collect yourself, then with quiet moans, you looked back to meet his gaze once again. Vincent’s hand left your crotch for a moment, reaching up to pull your shirt upwards. His hand spread across the soft skin of your stomach, only using the back of his hand and wrist to push your shirt further up your body.

You tried to assist him, removing your hands from his hair and moving to slip your shirt off, unintentionally grinding harder into Vincent. He groaned at the welcomed friction, then readjusted himself to press his hips to yours, his bulge now pressing perfectly at your aching cunt. Your slick had already seeped through the fabric of your pants, making Vincent’s breath catch in his throat. You whined as you threw your shirt to the side, loving the contrasting feeling of cold air on your bare skin and more heat from Vincent now pressed firmly between your legs.

He rocked his hips against yours, humping your pussy so mercilessly. Raising his upper body to posture straight, he then reached to remove his own shirt. Your heavy gasps of air now laced with moans and whines, loving the way his covered cock rubbed your clit and between your folds so deliciously. Your eyes followed the trail of newly discovered skin that was being uncovered above you, not daring to miss a single detail of Vincent’s well-built body. Once he had also thrown the blood stained sweater to the side, his hands then reached for his belt, stilling his grinding for a moment. You bit the inside of your lip again, watching him make quick work of his belt, but stopping him before his fingers could reach for the zipper of his jeans. he looked to your eyes with curiosity, wondering what your reasoning is behind stopping his actions. “Lemme help ya with that..” you breathed in a suggestive tone. His lips pressed together in an upward curve, a small smirk now on his face. He removed his hands from his zipper and backed away from the edge of the bed, letting you sit up and collect yourself for a moment. You then quickly got moving, raising yourself from the soft mattress and having Vincent instead sit on it. You then kneeled in front of his now sitting form, tying your hair back with an extra hair tie. His eye focused on you hungrily, taking in every detail he could in order to use this visual in a new sketch.

you exhaled as you scooted closer, more comfortably sitting on the floor between his legs now. You tried your best to keep your eyes on the task at hand, your nimble fingers working Vincent’s zipper to open. His bulge poked out of the now open part of his pants, still held back by his boxers yet with less pressure than before. You heard him let out a sigh as the painful restraints were removed, pulling down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free. Your eyes widened a bit in surprise. You could feel him earlier and knew he was big, but it was different actually seeing what he packed. Most of the skin was a flushed pale, then fading to an angry red towards the tip. You let out a quiet whine when you saw the pearl of precum on the tip.

you licked your lips, moving closer to his now freed erection and looking up at his hungry gaze as you then licked a long line up the underside of his cock, earning a grunt and a tensing of his abs. Oh, this was going to be fun. You shuffled a bit, lifting your ass to free your legs underneath and kicking off your sneakers, as if to think ahead. (Foreshadowing ;]) you then lifted yourself a bit more, bringing your mouth to his flushed tip and sucking lightly on the soft skin, loving the taste of his precum and the saltiness. He let out another grunt, followed by a choked huff.

you gently held the base with your hand, giving kitten licks and every so often sinking a bit deeper past the tip when you took him into your mouth, it only lasted a few seconds before you went back to teasing. His shivers and tensing muscles were immaculate eye candy to you, and seeing as how he wasn’t completely submissive or shy from earlier, you wanted to see how much he would take before he snapped. You were focusing on the way every bulging vain you felt on your tongue made your push throb when his hand suddenly threaded through your hair, grabbing a fistful and pushing you further down on his cock. You let out a surprised moan at the feeling, your eyes widening slightly before you gained control back and decided to go all the way down to the base. Tears pricked your eyes as you buried your nose in his bush of jet black pubes, causing him to throw his head back with another choked moan. You stayed there a moment, trying to focus on breathing through your nose so you can take a few seconds to bask in the feeling of his dick in the back of your throat. Vincent’s fist clenched a bit harder, accidentally pulling the chunk of your hair he was holding. You let out a muffled whine, squeezing your eyes closed as you pushed against his hand to lift your mouth off of his cock. As soon as your lips reached the connecting skin of the tip and the shaft, you sunk right back down to the base. The switch-up made him buck his hips slightly, earning a gag from you. His breathing was a lot heavier now, and it made you wonder how close he was (even tho u guys JUST started-)

you continued like that for a couple minutes, tears soaking your lashes and spilling over onto your flushed cheeks. Any time he made a noise or tensed a muscle, you tried to repeat the action that caused him to squirm. You were quickly learning his body, and the action of taking him into your mouth as far as your throat became muscle memory. At that point, you were able to focus on other things, like sucking along his shaft harder and occasionally removing your mouth entirely to lick long lines from base to tip, making sure to focus on the large vain on the underside of his cock, then sucking tenderly on his tip. Your eyes looked into his every time you did that, so it wasn’t long before he was rocking his hips with your movements and twitching in your mouth. He was close, and like, really close.

His breathing got even faster as his hips bucked up into your mouth more often, it was literally the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. You were so distracted by him falling apart like putty that yin took you a few seconds to notice how his grip tightened in your hair and how his hips stuttered, then how warm ropes of saltiness spilled onto your tongue and down your throat. Even after you realized that he had come, you kept going, making sure to swallow everything he gave you. It was only when you felt him gently tug on your hair that you let up, removing his length from your mouth and looking up at him. Vincent admired you for a second, basking in the way a mix of cum and spit had dribbled down your plump lips and onto your chin, how your feigned expression of innocence with such lovely doe eyes looked up at him like you hadn’t just sucked the life out of his dick. He smiled slightly, a huff escaping his lips before his hand, that was still clutching a fistful of your hair, released its grip and slid down to the side of your face, cupping your jaw dominantly and pulling you up towards his face. You followed his direction, lifting yourself one more time to meet him with another passionate kiss. Vincent tasted himself on your tongue, making him groan into your mouth. You couldn’t hold back the smile that followed, using your hands to brace yourself and crawl onto his lap, settling with your thighs on either side of his hips. His other free hand went down to squeeze the fat of your ass, making you realize just how needy and throbbing you currently were.

you pulled away from the kiss after a moment or two, your fingers struggling with the buttons and zipper of your own jeans as you desperately tried to undress yourself. Only after you undid the ties and practically ripped off your pants did Vincent take action, standing to your level and playfully pushing you down onto the bed at a curved angle, making sure you would actually fall comfortably. You yelped in surprise at his sudden movement, not being able to react quick enough to stop him or gauge what he’s was trying to do when he settled in your previous spot on the floor and hungrily placed his hands on either of your knees. Once you fully got settled, you shifted to comfortably sit on the edge, being nice and giving him as much access as he would need. You bit the inside of your bottom lip, looking down at his beautiful scarred face and how his piercing blue eye stared at your sex with lust and carnal desire. You let out a shaky breath, opening your legs for Vincent and letting him do as he pleases with your body.

almost as soon as your knees had spread more than an inch, he dove in and pushed your legs apart the rest of the way using force. The sudden action made you Yelp, but soon turned into labored breaths and huffs as this tongue worked wonders on your needy clit. He started first with licking a long stripe up your folds and then circled his tongue a few times around the bud of your clit, then leaned in a bit more and sucked gently on the sensitive bit of skin. Your thighs tensed and relaxed, your hips moving from side to side as you squirmed under his every touch. It was only when he brought up a hand to pinch and play with one of your nipples, did you have to cover your mouth in order to not scream right there. Everyone in that house knows that the walls are paper thin.

he dove his tongue into your slit, making your back arch and the feeling of needing his cock inside you even more vital. Your walls clenched absently around nothing as he retracted the dexterous muscle and continued on your clit, his fingers still working the now sensitive nipple. You whined, bringing a hand down auto tangle in his hair and removing your other elbow from under you to lay on your back flat. He took advantage of the opportunity, removing his hand from your breast and using both hands to snake under each leg, lifting your thighs up and over both of his shoulders. He then focused solely on your clit again, sucking harshly and making your hips buck as you tried to not (s)cream. Vincent then brought up one of his hands to push under yours and then to your mouth, running his fingers carefully on your lips as if to ask for entry, to which you granted. You opened your mouth, letting two of his slender appendages rest on your tongue before you closed your lips around them and sucked lightly, coating them in your saliva. He was hesitant to pull his hand away after you had gotten enough spit on them, the way you swirled your tongue so seductively and tantalizingly. You released his fingers from your mouth with his subtle tug, immediately biting back your moans. Vincent let his hand travel down your body, lightly touching you here and there and leaving your saliva wherever his fingers trailed to. He eventually made his way down to your hips, retracting his hand and reaching under your thigh to slip those two fingers inside of your cunt. It was quick and if you hadn’t been so distracted with how his mouth was still working your burning clit, you would have also heard the wet sound his fingers made as they entered your body. Your sex ached with a need for release, the knot in your stomach tightening more and more with his every move. You tightened your grip on the chunk of Vincent’s hair that was currently in your grasp, bringing your hand to your mouth and biting on your scarred knuckles to hold back your sinful noises the best you could.

it wasn’t long before you came, his fingers still pumping in and out of your tight cunt as you rode out your high. He Vincent groaned at the way your gummy walls squeezed his fingers, blood already rushing back to his length. Once you had calmed down and had your fill of intense foreplay, he removed his digits from your tight hole rather quickly, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness. With determination in his every move, he shrugged o your legs off of his shoulders and stood up between them, grabbing your thighs to rest on his hips as he crawled onto the bed and rested the back of your thighs on the tops of his own. Vincent rested his length right on the inner part of where your crotch and thigh connected, setting that aside for later. He then leaned over your body, using one hand to intertwine his fingers with yours and the other to rest on your thigh. He moved his face right above yours, leaning in for a kiss and meeting your lips tenderly and sweetly. You kissed him back rather energetically, moaning at the taste if your cum on his tongue. You could feel the corners of his lips curl up into a slight smile, his hand that was previously resting on your thigh now moving to position his cock right at your entrance. Vincent rubbed the tip back and forth between your folds, covering the tip and whatever else dripped down his shaft in your slick and excess cum. Breaking away from the kiss for a moment, he moved his hand up and down his shaft a couple times to completely cover it in the natural lube you had supplied, then slowly pushed inwards with a grunt. You immediately felt his cock and how big it was, and he had only gotten the full head inside. Oh boy, this was going to be one hell of a night.

you whined and moved your hips, squirming and trying to find some sort of angle that pushed him in further than the agonizing rate he was moving. Vincent threw his head back a notch, a heavy huff escaping his lips as he moved his hips forwards more, pushing your thighs further apart and filling your tight hole to the brim with the size of his cock. Despite his length and girth, he was an absolutely satisfying perfect fit inside of you. His tip pressed up perfectly against that special spongey spot once he was fully sheathed inside of you. You gasped at his girth, loving the way his cock was already twitching inside of you and pushing your walls apart perfectly. It took you a few minutes to adjust, time that Vincent was more than happy to wait if it meant you would be comfortable. The silence of those moments were filled with panting and grunts and whines from the both of you, each twitching and making the other squirm. Once you finally acclimated to his size, you squeezed the hand that was intertwined with his and opened your eyes to look up at his beautiful blue one. A charming smile spreading across your lips as you nodded a simple ‘go ahead’.

he took absolutely no time pulling his hips back from yours and slamming his cock back into you, the slight angle change letting his tip hit an even deeper spot right before your cervix. You gasped with his every move, his length filling you so lovely, so amazingly, so fucking good! Your moans were loud, pornographic sounds coming from your mouth and body. The wet slap of skin on skin and the squelch of your previous release on his hips and your upper thighs. His grunts and groans were so angelic, his jet black tresses of hair, some of which stuck to his forehead with sweat and effort, focused your vision solely on his face. The way his eye squeezed shut with your every twitch, your every squirm, your every sound. The irritation and discomfort very quickly subsided, being replaced with pure ecstasy and the slight burn of overstimulation.

you both went on like this for a few more minutes, the sexual features of the others’ body too much for either to handle. It wasn’t long before the knot in your stomach began to tighten. More and more, your walls teased Vincent’s cock with tenses and shifts, his own release approaching rapidly. You moved your free hand (the one what isn’t holding Vincent’s other hand) to Vincent’s back, grazing the pale skin lightly with your nails and sinking into the flesh every time his pace changed. Of course, this just made his time shorter. That being said, you both came within a few more minutes, a shriek of pleasure and bliss coming from you as Vincent mouth hung open in a silent scream. His hips had faltered, then slammed in and out of you at a rapid pace as you both climaxed. The force of your pleasure had your vision blurry and your head dizzy, the same could be said for Vincent. He immediately collapsed on top of your body, not bothering to pull out just yet. You wrapped your legs around his waist and removed your hand from his grasp, joining its place with your other hand on his back. You traced shapes on his flushed skin, making sure to not go over the same spot of skin more than a couple times in case of irritation.

once his breathing calmed down, he lifted himself from the salty mix of both yours and his sweaty skin together, pulling out with a grunt and flopping on his side beside you. You whined as sudden emptiness overtook your senses, the frothy mix of shared cum now leaking out of your overstimulated hole. You breathed a huff as Vincent collected himself and crawled off the bed, placing a hand in the wall for support and shakily walking out of sight. You didn’t bother to keep your eyes open, exhaustion overtaking your body and mind.

it was only when you awoke to a glass of water and cleaned up bodily fluids that you realized what happened after you went to sleep. Vincent had gone out of his way to clean you both up, even though Vincent himself was about to collapse, then went as far as to get you a cup of water! Wow, he really is a sweetheart. You shifted a bit, noticing the pair of muscular arms wrapped around your body. Vincent was sleeping peacefully behind you, his body heat and smooth rhythm of breathing was so calming, it lulled you back to sleep within seconds.

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