Tease — V.HACKER

Summary

Vinnie saw you flirting with someone last night, and in return, he made sure you knew who was the one that could make you feel good. SMUT

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Lying in your bed, you scrolled through your phone, sleep still on your mind as you aimlessly liked pictures. You hair was a mess, sprawled all over the pillow cases, and lips were pouty. At first you had assumed the knocking was a figment of your imagination, that it was too early for anyone to be awake besides yourself, you knew for damn sure that after staying up all night partying, that Maddy would still be passed out on her bed. Maybe it was Dezi

It wasn't until the knocking happened again, that you realised that maybe you weren’t imagining anything. Groaning, you stood from your bed and waddled over towards the door, a frown etched onto your face as you did so. Dezi wasn’t supposed to come get you for another hour to go for breakfast, so why was she here so early?

Opening the door, and who you revealed was not Dezi, instead it was a casually dressed Vinnie Hacker with a look of almost distress on his face. He wore grey sweat pants that hung loosely on his hips, the draw strings lazily tied in a bow at the centre, and he wore a tight v-neck singlet that showed off all of his tattoos except the one you loved the most on his chest.

"Vinnie?" You questioned, your face of annoyance turning to one similar of confusion. You hadn't seen each other for since the party the previous night.

His hand came up to your neck gently, long fingers pressed against the sensitive skin as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him softly. His thumb grazed against your jawline as he observed you, still dressed in your sleep attire, which consisted of one of your dads old shirts and a pair of random panties. With no makeup, hair a mess, and stained clothes, you were still easily the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

"Did you like flirting with him last night?" He questioned you, his eyes desperately trying to find an answer in your body language. The way you were so responsive to him, how your body arched up towards his, your hand on his chest.

"What are you talking about?" You questioned, genuinely still too spaced out from your sleep to understand his question. By the way his movement were so jerky and how his words were so rushed, you could tell he hadn't gotten any sleep.

"Don't play dumb with me Y/N," Vinnie huffed, his hands around your neck tightening a little bit. The way you practically jumped into his hands at this action gave him the answer he wanted, but he needed you to say it, to tell him that it was him he had only been seeing things last night . "At the party, did you like how he practically eye fucked you?"

"No, Vinnie," you replied without falter, your eyes boring into his big hazel eyes. You doesn't say anything else, you didn't have the opportunity to as Vinnie's thumb slid between your partied lips, digit resting on the warm expanse of your tongue, and in an instant reaction, you wrapped your lips around his thumb. Swirling your tongue around his finger, hollowing out your cheeks as you gently sucked. The blush that creeped up from his neck and joined at his cheeks was darkening, his other hand tightening around your throat.

"Fuck," he breathed, watching you ravish his thumb like you wished you could be doing to his cock, which he's begun to absentmindedly rutting against your cunt, bulge brushing against her clit through the fabric of your panties. You could feel your mind going fucking haywire at the brief ghost of stimulation. You released his digit with a pop, swirling your tongue around his fingertip once more before he pulls his finger fully out of your mouth, using that same hand to grasp your chin, pulling your head up to his.

Neither of you were not sure who leant in first, but within seconds his lips were smashed against yours. It's bruising and intense, teeth clashing and biting into your lower lip and your lips open in a silent cry - his tongue forces its way into your mouth, asserting dominance without the slightest bit of effort and you let him. Bringing your arms to wrap around his neck, you whimpered into his and pushing your body further into his, his hard cock pressing through his sweatpants against your cunt.

"Vinnie," you gasped, the two-syllable name muffled against his lips as he grunts into your mouth, tongue tracing your bottom lip. The hand that had been wrapped around your neck slowly moved down your body until it was flush against your chest, his touch becoming like dynamite against your peaked nipples, obvious through the thin shirt you wore "Fuck, please."

"Please what?" he questioned, gruff and needy into your lips, and you can hardly breathe for how hard you were focusing your energy on kissing him like your life depended on it. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me -" The words had sounded foreign on your lips and Vinnie pauses, lips halted against yours for just the briefest moment even as his hand continues its groping of your chest, tugging your shirt up until your tits are practically spilling out of the fabric, he palmed your boobs, working a taut nipple between his finger as you mewled into his mouth.

He hums as his fingers twisted and flicked your hard nipples. "You're filthy," Vinnie says sounding nearly in awe, and you nodded just as his hand slid down your stomach, pushing beneath the fabric of your panties. "Who makes you feel this good huh? Not that fucking loser."

"You baby," you breathed, feeling his fingers tugging down the waistband of your panthers, and you lifted your hips for him to pull the fabric down your thighs - in doing so pushing your pelvis further into his and the two of you moan in unison, his fingers pushing into your panties, and your moan breaks into a yelp. "Oh - fuck."

“That’s right baby, me, I’m doing this, not him.”Vinnie's warm fingers slid through your folds briefly, your wetness surely soaking his skin and he exhales against your neck, tongue lapping over the vein in your throat one last time before he pulls his face fully away from your skin. Before you could even protest, Vinnie is pushing you backwards until your back was pressed firmly against something cold. As his fingers slowly drag up and down your pussy, your eyes fluttered shut, the sensation sending you into overdrive. Flipping you around, she felt the cool material press against your exposed chest, his other hand coming back up to play with your nipples again.

"Open your eyes," Vinnie growled. You found herself face to face with your own jaggered reflection, eyes meeting Vinnie's in the reflection of the window. He had pushed you against the floor length windows that had been installed in your room months ago, it has been looking down at the pool in your backyard of the shared house you lived in with your friends, your mouth falls open in a groan as you look down at all the crystal clearwater below them, thank god the windows were tinted on the outside, so you could look out, and they couldn’t look in.

"Let’s hope someone comes out and sees you acting like a fucking mess for me" he tells you, knowing though that they wouldn’t be able to see anything unless the squinted, your eyes looking for his in the reflection of the window. Two fingers dip into your folds and there's a sharp contrast between the warmth of youe cunt, dripping onto him, and the jolting freeze of his hand as he works one finger into your hole.

You dropped your head back with a whimper. His one finger had been bigger than two of your own, at least, and you could already feel your knees beginning to buckle at the sensation. Vinnie tuts in your ear, tightening his arm around your chest and you leant all your weight back into him, legs spreading as far as the panties around your thighs would allow.

He waits a moment before beginning to thrust his finger in and out of you. It's a slow, tantalizing pace at first, the draw of his finger in and out of your soaked pussy like some form of torture once, though once you got used to the pressure, you pushed your hips against his touch, breathing labored and uneven as you stared down at the pool. Vinnie pressed his chin to your shoulder, eyes on you through the reflection in the window. Reaching your arms backwards, your fingers curled through the long, blonde curls, weaving your finger around his hair and tugging the soft strands until he grunted. Those long slender fingers inside of you curled upwards, hitting that aching spot that caused your legs to go tense and cry to slip from your lips.

"You're so responsive," Vinnie says, and you may have considered it teasing if it weren't for the admiring tone of his voice like he's amazed by your sounds. The heel of his hand brushes against your throbbing clit and when it does you whined in response, rocking your hips into his palm and fingers, watching him smile in the reflection. "Gonna work you open, okay?"

"So you can take me," he continues as you nod your head, his hips rut against your ass, his straining bulge rubbing at your bare skin and perhaps you’d think he's being cocky - presuming he's so large you couldn't take him without him getting you to cum first - but judging from the size of him that you felt through his sweatpants, and the previous encounters that you’d faced, she knew he was right.

"Dezi," you choked out, "she’s going to come, come get me soon."

"Well she'll just have to wait at the door won't she?" Vinnie grunted back, his tone condescending but making butterflies appear in your stomach. Pinching your nipple, he sucked on your neck, wanting so desperately to mark you, to show the world that you belonged to someone.

"Yes," you breathed in response and he hums, pumping a second finger inside of your hole, your pussy clenching around his fingers. Doubling forward as the pleasure overwhelmed you, Vinnie anticipating your movement and following you foreword. His chest was flush against you, and his lips sucking at the skin of your throat as you sobbed out. Vinnie's arm never leaves your chest, holding you tight to him so you don't fall over as euphoria takes over your entire body. You never thought youd ever been so close to cumming this fast and Vinnie some how knew this. You responded perfectly to him, like every inch of you was made for him.

"Oh, god," the words are a breathy cry as Vinnie's fingers curl again, fingers brushing against the spot inside of you that has your vision going hazy. Dropping you head back against his shoulder, you relished in the pleasure that he was giving you. You can hear his breathing in your ear as his lips attach to your throat, suckling at the gentle skin like he'd been doing before and now you’re sure your skin will look like a fucking painting when he's done with you but you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Think you can take one more?" Vinnie inquires, voice shooting directly into your ear, and for a moment you’re sure he must be kidding. You already feel stretched tight around two digits and you didnt think you could handle a third. Just as you were going to let out your muffled reply, he took matters into his own hand and added a third, the stretch burning and foreign to you.

"Fuck, Vinnie," you cried out, lifting you head to watch yourself in the reflection of the window. Your wetness dripped down his palm where you were stretched around him and your hold in his hair tightened, in a quick respond his gnash against your throat as he hissed. You looked fucking wrecked and it was just his fingers - you couldnt imagine how you’d possibly feel when he's buried his cock inside of you, though one quick glance at the clock mounted on the wall through the window reflection tells you that it's only five minutes til Dezi comes to get you, and you doubt you’ll even have enough time for that. Vinnie watched you through the reflection, the image burning into his mind, how your shirt was pulled over your breasts, how his fingers twisted your nipple and palmed your breast, how his fingers disappeared into your pussy. This was forever going to be in his mind.

“Vinnie,” you moaned, legs quivering

"Gonna cum?" Vinnie questions, fingers thrusting in and out of you at a brutal, head spinning pace that makes you clench around him. It's like he knows your body so well, knows exactly what spot to brush to get you to lose your fucking mind and you wonders, briefly, how often he's done this.

You nodded vehemently, the look he gave you through the reflection pushing you further to the edge until you’re nearly pulling away from his touch because holy shit, it had become too much, and you didn't know if you could handle it but Vinnie wasn't going to let you escape. His hold on your chest is now like a vise, tight and unforgiving, and he forces you to stay pressed to his body until you’re mewling beneath him.

"Yeah," he mumbles, palm splayed over your exposed chest and he pinches at one of your nipples again, your chest arching into him as you cried out. Every part of your body feels positively violated by him in the most delicious way possible, every square inch of skin covered by his touch to some degree and you wouldn't have it any other way. "Yeah, cum for me sweetheart, cum on my fingers, you can do it."

You were so close, your release so imminent you could practically taste it against your tongue and you ground your hips further into his touch, feeling his fingers grip onto your heaving tits as he attempts to steady you. Vinnie's breathing is heavy and stuttered into your ear, his eyes never leaving your utterly debauched reflection in the window opposite them and you slowly raise your eyes to look at yourself again. Looking at where his hand disappears into the fabric of your panties, fingers working in and out of you at a delicious pace, and his eyes are so blown with lust they're practically black, instead of those creamy hazel orbs.

Your body jerks into his as waves of euphoria begin to trickle down your body, your orgasm finally hitting you with the force of a wave, and it's at that moment that you hear the footsteps of Dezi coming from the hallway, the rooms having unfortunately thin walls. Your eyes widened and you instinctively reached down, hands wrapping around Vinnie's wrist to attempt to pull his hand out of your panties but he's unrelenting, pulling his fingers from you to circle your clit vehemently, and his hand on your breasts rides up to press against your mouth. Resulting in your moans to muffle into his soft palm as your knees buckle, your release hard and heavy and sending your head spinning

The knock on the door came with a crash of disappointment for both of you, their breathing unsteady and loud. You hadn't even come down from your high yet, and his rock hard cock was pressed firmly against your ass. You spun around to face him, your lips parted as you crashed them back onto his. All you wanted was to push him onto the floor and ride him till your knees were bruised, but unfortunately she had plans with Dezi first.

“Just remember who made you feel like this,” Vinnie growled, his hands coming to your neck again, “if you’re not back in an hour, I’ll finish myself off.”

Nodding your head, you looked up at him with such doe eyes that he just wanted to pick you up and fuck you against the mirror, but as Dezi began to shake the door handle, he knew he couldn’t. Pulling your panties up, you skipped over to your door and met, Dezi with a look of wildness and sleep.

“I didn’t know Vinnie slept over,” Dezi giggled.

Pushing her out of the room, you smiled and winked at her, “I’ll tell you all about it at breakfast, but let me get dressed now.”