glosshope

As a war nurse, you are used to treating the nastiest of wounds, the bloodiest of cuts, the vilest of injuries. 

You have chosen your profession out of love and vocation. As cliche as it might be, the true desire of your heart was to help people feel better: The plan was to specialize as a pediatric nurse, even becoming a doctor one day. Working at a hospital, maybe have a private practice with that medic husband of yours you often dreamed about. 

All of that was erased the moment war erupted. 

Fresh out of nursing school, every single one of your classmates, including yourself, were drafted to report to duty as nurses on the frontlines. The assignment of troops was random, but as if fate had decided, you were put at the service of the 501st. Little did you know, the job was harder than you had ever imagined it would be; and the constant bombing and deceased people you had to observe had nothing to do with it.

It was the general of the squad that made your job more complicated than it had to be.

General Skywalker. 

Well, it wasn’t exactly him, but the persistent crush you had on him. 

Needless to say, it was extremely unprofessional to be daydreaming of the person who was technically your boss. Even more unethical to be full-on fantasizing about his dick size when you were supposed to be suturing injured clones. But dammit, was it hard. So hard to be so close to his pulling presence and yet so far from achieving anything real with the man. Not that you had tried. Public rejection would be even more embarrassing than crushing on him. 

Anakin Skywalker hardly recognized your existence. Between his duty as leader on the field, his responsibilities as Jedi off-hours and the reduced sleep time he could squeeze in between battles, he didn’t have time to remember the name of one of the nurses of his legion. Especially when he never went to the tents himself; the god of a man was indestructible. 

Fuck, was he hot.

Just watching him scream: “Forward!” every day, as he ran directly to conflict with bravery was enough to have you dripping. His whole General image was your own personal definition of lust; his armor, the tone in which he would deliver orders, the frown he would wear until he had defeated each and every single one of his enemies. The smile he would flash whenever they won over a battle. Luckily, it was often.

But you had this idea that, out all of the medical staff, you were his least favorite. Maybe it had something to do with how social you were: always distracting his soldiers with jokes as you cleaned their cuts so they wouldn’t think of the sting. Or maybe it had something to do with how emotional you could get during your shifts: always fighting with your colleagues so they would treat the troopers as people, not numbers. Even if he had created a culture of trust among his peers, you weren’t sure if he appreciated that you caused so much trouble within the medical wing. 

You had endured a year of stolen glances, salivating at the sight of him from afar and lonely nights with just your hand. Cheeks would blush so fast whenever he would catch you checking him out, and maybe you were drunk on the smell of medical alcohol, but you swore that you caught him checking you out too once.

But that was long forgotten the next day, when he came back to being his same old cold persona. You forgave that aspect of him: the atrocities he had committed in the name of the Republic weighed heavy on his shoulders, slouching his proud figure whenever he had to face the reality of his situation. 

The same you had to face everyday.

“Who’s available?!” Yelling was the official way of communicating over here. You were finishing up a bandage on a trooper that had lost his left leg, meaning that you had to answer the call of duty.

The Ryloth takeover was more hectic than the squad had ever anticipated. Soldiers falling left and right, some didn’t even make it to the medical bay, just straight to the pseudo-morgue that was built to then give them a final resting place. 

“I’m almost ready to take the next one!” You screamed over the noise from the ships flying over.

“Ms. Dana.” Someone called you by your last name from outside the medical tent. “General Skywalker’s tent in 5.”

That made you drop the jar of gauze.

No one has ever been there, you thought. 

Outside of his skippy padawan and uptight master, Anakin’s tent had always been off limits to the public. His sacred place to unwind in peace. The ways he must unwind after a long day of battle…

“Ms. Dana!” That woke you up from a very explicit image of Anakin jerking off the stress away. 

“C-coming!” You choked. Grabbing your personal kit, you ran to the destination that had your clit throbbing with anticipation. 

You would see the sheets he slept on, the place where he storaged all of his robes, the shower that saw him naked every day. Jealousy of an inanimate object took over you as quickly as it left, making you feel stupid for getting angry at a room.

You almost didn’t notice that the battle was over, the only remnants of it were the people being moved in gurneys, the clouds of dust and the beaten up ships. Your outfit was probably not the best to endure the hardness of the Ryloth landscape: a tight, white buttoned up dress with a stupid little hat on top of your head. You hated the son of a bitch, it was ridiculous as fuck, but necessary for recognition among all of the personnel working in camps.

Anakin will think it’s stupid too. 

He will think you are stupid. 

The self-degradation stopped once you reached the entrance of his tent. Gulping exaggeratedly, you were unsure if to knock, announce yourself or wait until he was annoyed enough to come out and see you standing there like an idiot. 

“Come in.” It was his voice who cruelly cut the silence, growling. 

With shaking legs, the green fabric that formed his personal chamber was removed from your eyesight and you were hit by the delicious smell of him. So manly, so musty. It smelled like his cologne all over and you wished you bottle that up to spray it on your own sheets. 

It was less rewarding to see him sitting on the edge of his bed with an exasperated stare, analyzing your figure with obnoxiousness. You even cut short your eye-fucking tour of his body when you met his tired eyes.  Have you taken too long to get here?

“So they sent you.” He sighed, deviating his gaze. The evident disgust at your presence made you slouch timidly. You were a good nurse. The best one in the camp, if you dare to say. “I told Rex I’m fine. I don’t need assistance, it’s just a bruise.” His tone was harder than his words, surprisingly. 

“Well, now that I’m here, might as well take a look at that, huh?” Fighting through the devastating embarrassment, you proceeded to walk over his bed to place your kit. Biting your lip, you feared to ask the next question. “Shall we get started?”

He was one step away from rolling his eyes. “Fine. Just do it quickly.”

“Got it, sir.” Weird. There was no chilly breeze, however, Anakin had just flinched. “Care to show me where the bruise is?” 

He hesitated for a bit, closing his eyes with frustration. You were about to ask again when he exhaled with annoyance. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“I would like to confirm that. Please, sir, the faster we do this, the faster I’m on my merry way.” You hated that he was desperate to kick you out, but apparently your compelling argument helped to accelerate the process. 

After seeing that he still felt fuzzy about checking the bruise, you decided to start somewhere else. “Let me get started with this cut over here. Looks pretty nasty.” 

You doubted if to take a seat, scared that it would be too close to him, but you needed the space to maneuver. Giving up to your internal fight, you sat down next to him and began by cleaning up the wound that escaped the fabric of his burgundy robe. 

“That’s nothing.” He mumbled under his breath, still not looking at you. 

Ignoring his attempt to diminish your work, you decided to also ignore your basic instinct to start a conversation to ease up the process. The internal alarms of survival were yelling at you not too. However, there was a moment where the alarms shut down, basically because every part of your brain shut down simultaneously and it was when you had to grip his bicep to make it stand still. Your fingers dug into the hard muscle, feeling how every little bit flexed under your fingertips, proving first-hand just how strong he was. 

“Done. Now I’m gonna clean the ones in your face.” You poured some alcohol into another cotton ball and turned to face him. 

Being face to face with Anakin Skywalker had been the most intimidating experience of your life and that hot as hell scar and mean frown didn’t make it easier. In fact, it had you clenching around nothing. You cleared your throat before slowly reaching out for his chin, pulling him to give you a better look of his dirty and exhausted aspect. 

He gasped the second the puffy ball made contact with a cut on his left cheekbone. You took that opportunity to bring him some comfort, despite your irregular breathing and overall tenseness. Rubbing your thumb along his jaw, you saw his pain decreased until the sting was gone. You moved to another cut on his forehead, repeating the process until you had treated most of them gone. When you swapped your current cotton ball with a new one so caught him looking down on your body. 

It’s this stupid uniform.

He sensed your eyes on him and quickly deviated them to focus on your irises. You gulped before continuing your beeline around his face, this time close to the scar you often fantasize about in bed.

“That one 's old. No need to worry about it.” He joked.

He joked.

Unable to form a coherent comeback, you limited yourself to give him a nasal laugh, demonstarting that you got it. 

“Thought you wouldn't be this silent. You’re more chatty with the clones.” He said, slightly tilting his head.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to talk.” You replied, this time with a little smile as a peace offering.

“What did you think I wanted?” He frowned, interrupting your cleaning.

“I thought you wanted me out as quickly as possible.” You stopped momentarily to accommodate his face once more into a position you could work with.

He let out a dry laugh. “It’s nothing personal. I just want to come back to work.” 

“You just came back from battle and want to keep working? Do you ever stop?” You joked back, feeling how the atmosphere inside the tent had changed. Feeling more comfortable, you switched your body a little, now your chests were aligned, just inches apart. 

“Hardly.” He clicked his tongue, gaze slightly dropping to give a quick sweep of your lips. 

“Well, you should rest. Relax. That’s an important part of recovery.” You advised him, finishing up the last cut. You took a cloth of your kit and used it to clean some of the dry blood and dirt off him. 

“Can’t stay still.” He shook his head.

“There are other ways to relax.” You shrugged your shoulders, taking that little pause to admire his beautiful demeanor. Those blue eyes could spell you into saying yes to basically anything. 

“Like?” He pushed, licking his lips as his intense gaze focused on making you feel smaller and smaller.

“Like…” You dirty minded bitch, think about something other than sex! 

Almost like he could hear your inner dialogue, he chuckled. 

“Like taking a walk or reading a book.” You finally came up with a pg-13 alternative to relaxing. 

“Could be.” He snickered. After his beautiful giggle dialed down, you felt the tension switching. Thicker. More intense. “More of a physical guy myself.”

Feeling the pull to his plump lips, you rushed to get out of the trouble zone. “Ready for me to see this world-famous bruise?” 

Your brain short circuited when he snapped his shoulder armor in one swift move and threw it on the floor. The next thing had you mentally panting and physically in shock: Anakin was removing his robes to expose his naked and bruised torso. The skin of his middle part would dip perfectly into breathtaking abs, not to mention the flexing of his arms became more evident to you without the stupid robe in your way. 

The reddened-purplish spot expanded all the way from the right side of his lower abdomen, all the way down the waistband of his pants. The silent gawking didn’t go unnoticed by him, a little smirk coming to greet your widened eyes. That woke you up enough to get moving.

“H-how-“ You took a moment to regain some composure. “How did this happen?”

“A droideka fell on me.” He muttered shortly, almost as if the portion of information brought shame to him.

“Alright, I’m gonna need to palpate the area to know if there’s any further damage.” You announced with more nerves than a medical professional should speak to their patients.

Because he was now standing up, sitting down didn’t give you the best height to disinfect some of the minor cuts that tainted his perfect tanned skin. 

“Sir, I’m going to need you to lay down for me, please.” Formalities came back as soon as you felt threatened by his overpowering presence again. 

“No.” He spat, furrowing his eyebrows. “I’d prefer to stand, if it’s possible. Please.”

“Sure.” After all, it was your job to make the process easier for him. On the other hand, that meant having to kneel in front of him. That caught him off guard and almost backed down when you reached out to feel the tampered skin. “Please tell me where it hurts.”

Your little fingers began to poke around the wounded area, massaging the zones where you knew a more serious injury could present itself. It didn’t go under your radar the way he would have goosebumps whenever you looked up to him or groped him more firmly. Repeating over and over: “How does it feel here?” you made your way all over the part of the bruise that was visible to the eye. 

“Good. It seems like no internal organs have been compromised.” You announced with a little smile. Now the part you dreaded -and kind of expected- was next. “Uhm, I’m going to need to check the rest of the bruise to make sure you didn’t break your hip, sir.”

“Anakin.” He spat.

“Pardon?” You blinked rapidly.

“Call me Anakin. It makes this… easier.” He cleared his throat.

“Okay, Anakin.” You nodded. How you said the next thing so calmly was still a mystery to you. “So, I know this part may be uncomfortable, but I’ll need to remove your pants out of the way. Probably your underwear as well, if I need to take a better look. Don’t worry, I’ve seen enough male anatomy for this to be routinary for me-”

In the middle of your speech, as you dropped your gaze to prepare yourself for dipping your fingers under his pants, something snapped your attention. 

The gigantic bulge right in front of your eye line.

How you had missed such a tent while you palpated his abdomen was another mystery to you. 

“Uhm- I-” You choked, unwilling to look up. “I-”

Anakin made no effort to try and hide his wood. But what was the point? It was already there. You had already noticed it. 

Mumbling, you decided to continue being professional. It was a normal response after all. “I’ll go ahead and lower your pants, sir- Anakin, sorry.” You corrected yourself, but it was too late.

You had already seen the reason why he made you call him Anakin: his dick twitched the second you said “sir”. Now that was interesting. 

Your hand pulled down the brown pants, lowering his black underwear at the same time, only revealing his right hip, leaving the bulge quietly covered. Anakin’s chest rose uncontrollably, flinching every now and then when your hand would get too close to his boner, or when your warm breath would fan his exposed hip. When you finally dared to meet his gaze, to let him know you were almost through with the exam, you were pleased with the view above you. 

Rose pink cheeks, bottom lip trapped in between his teeth, darkened gaze fixed on your cleavage. It was the equivalent of liquid courage in human form. 

“Does this hurt?” You felt up another portion, this time closer to his groin. When he murmured a weak “no”, you inched even closer. “And here?” Same response. 

When you got to a point where your pinky grazed the bulge and he gasped, you knew this was the point of no return. 

“And does this hurt?” You asked, slowly palming the thick shaft that was threatening to rupture his pants at any given second. 

Swallowing harshly, Anakin refused to speak up a word. Instead, he let you carry on with your devilious plan. 

“And this? Does it hurt, sir?” You wrapped your hand around the still clothed member, rubbing faster and harder. 

He limited himself to closing his eyes, moaning on the low as your hand gripped his swell cock with more pressure and more confidence. Your ego was so high up in the sky that you had the impulse to rub your lips against the fabric already stained with pre-cum. 

“Sir, can I finish up the exam?” Your wide doe eyes were quite the contrary of your filthy intentions. 

Once he nodded with hooded eyes, you fished his veiny cock from out of the confinements of his underwear and tugged it out for you to admire all of its glory. It sprung free, the tip pointing directly at you, like it knew. Involuntarily, your mouth opened in admiration to such a big and thick frame. Anakin’s sly smirk made another surprise appearance at your gawking.

You were acquainted with male genitalia. But not like this. Never like this. 

So huge. So intimidating. So mouth-watering. 

“It’s almost like you have never seen one. Not as huge as this one, right?” You shook your head, biting your lip as you took in the whole image. You needed a minute to wrap around the idea that he was carrying this weapon everywhere he went.

Your hands -yes, plural, because you needed both to handle such beast- pumped fast to grant him the deliberation he so desperately craved. Yanking his thick shaft in between your palms had you pooling all over your white panties, like a goddamn slut. His hips were thrusting at the rhythm you had set, fucking your fist like he pleased. Feeling how he tensed his abdomen, the climax was closed.

Taking a last leap of fate, you stopped the jerking off momentarily and clutched the fabric of his pants down with both hands, revealing his whole lower part to your delight. His thighs, oh, his muscular thighs always did unholy things to you and to have them right there for you to grip was making you rub your own thighs together. Foreseeing what was to come, you let your hair down, losing the stupid hat.  

Digging your nails on the hardness of his leg, you licked the tip of his shaft, testing the water. The little drop of pre-cum you managed to catch was salty and warm, so deliciously milky. Moaning, you opened your mouth to lazily envelop his tip, rubbing it without interest, just softly teasing him.

“Look at you. Who would say that you would be so unprofessional, sucking your commanding general’s cock? Huh?” Anakin mocked you from his proud stand. “Miss little giggling nurse turned out to be a filthy cockslut. Salivating at the sight of my dick.”

You moaned, still pampering the reddened head of his cock.

“I could.” He chuckled, his thumb coming to caress your jaw just like you did to him earlier. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you stare when I walk by the medical tent? How you practically undress me with your eyes? Such a desperate slut. Begging to be fuck just right. Acting like you're not thinking about hopping on this dick while working.”

After giving a last open mouthed kiss on the sensitive tip, you opened your mouth and presented your pink tongue to him, for which he rewarded you with a smiling expression. 

“You offer yourself to make me feel better?” He cocked an arrogant brow.

Nodding, you let out a small, high pitched whimper to hurry him up. 

“Hope you know what you’re doing, baby.”

 And with that, he grabbed a handful of your locks with his gloved limb and the other one he used to tug your chin further down, making room for the rest of his cock. In the blink of an eye, he was fucking your throat raw, having no mercy for you or the tears that spilled from our eyes when he would especially far down. He emphasized repeatedly how he had to train you to take all of him in, that you were not properly ready to take someone as big as him. He even said it with pity, making fun that you hadn’t been fucking with real men. 

But he was here now. And he was going to take care of you. 

Even if you lack the ability to relax your throat enough for you to take the whole 9 inch monstrosity that was violating your breathing canal, he was appreciative of the way you gagged around him and the noises you made whenever the tip would hit a wall. He even praised the movements of your tongue on his underside, rewarding you with a little slap on your cheek. Anakin laughed when he heard your horny moan at the harsh action. 

Suddenly, Anakin stopped bobbing your head up and down his length, causing the mess of saliva that was covering both you and him to dissolve into a mesly string connecting you two.

“Let me see how well your other hole makes me feel, baby. Up.” As your legs made an effort to stand without shaking, Anakin returned to his previous seating position, this time manspreading to let his cock breathe in all of its glory. Patting his lap, he called you in like a dog. “Here.”

Dying of shame at the wetness that dripped from your inner thighs, you spread yourself until both your knees were at each side of his hips. Anakin glanced at the leaking juices and fucking grinned the brightest smile. 

“So wet just for sucking dick.” His index and middle finger retrieved some of the spill, playing with your sensitive nub on their way. He tasted the juices himself, licking his fingers clean. He hummed in approval, ripping your panties apart to have more access and drink up more of your arousal. “Pretty little pussy. Do you think it’ll fit?” He asked you with a narcissistic loop side smile, as he sucked some more off his fingers. 

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly, shaking at the ministrations of his hands around your ass.

“It will.” He reassured you, pulling your skirt up and entangling it just above your hips. “You’ll make it fit.” He put his hands behind his back, on the bed, yielding control to you. “Now show me how bad you’ve been wanting this. Ride my dick.”

Using his strong shoulders for leverage, soon your slick pussy was sucking up his length. The first contact had you digging your nails on his shoulders, fighting through the pain of the stretch, this position only enlarging the already swollenness of his member. Gasping with an open mouth, you fought to push yourself even further down. Skin to skin, you were feeling all of him in: every curve, every wrinkle, every twitch. Even after remembering the condom, you opted for not mentioning it. There was no way you could say goodbye to feeling him bare.

Anakin pulled you in by the neck, drinking in the scream you let out when you bottomed out. His lips tasted better than anything you had ever tried, so sweet by nature and salty because of the sweat. You just wanted more and more; anything he was willing to give you.

“Faster.” Anakin demanded; clasping to your hips to bounce you harder on him, to remind you that this was about him, not you. 

Obeying like the sub you were, you humped him faster, adjusting yourself to surround his shoulders with your arms so you could pull his hair. You knew he liked it by the way he purred on your ear, embracing your waist tighter to manhandle you better. The hug you were both entrapped in ended with his big hands holding both your ass cheeks, groping them in such a disrespectful manner: splitting them open, squeezing them until it hurt, slapping without any sort of consideration. 

“Mhm, just like that, baby.” He praised blissed out, his hand cruelly smacking your already red and abused rear. “You do know how to ride dick. So good, taking me so well with this slutty pussy of yours.” 

Chasing your own pleasure, you gripped him harder and grinded on his wood, rubbing your clit with his pubic bone. You whimpered when you felt the delicious shock on your clit, which only incentivized you to rock your hips even faster. You were close, so close to coming undone, clenching him like a vice. 

“C’mon, you offer yourself to me, to use you as I seem fit.” Anakin pushed you back so you could see him clearly. “I want you to bounce, baby. Bounce those tight tits for me.” 

Anakin removed three buttons of your dress, enough for him to get drunk on the sight of your boobs pressed together and bouncing, but not all the way exposed. Like instructed, you bounced on his dick like it was your job to do so, enamored by the view of him hypnotized by your jumping breasts. Your nipples would shyly come to greet out of your white top, albeit Anakin wouldn’t have the full show because of the fabric that still caged them. 

Tired of the partial view, Anakin’s hands left your ass and traveled to their next destination: your full tits. Without removing another button, he took in the weight of your boobs inside of his palms and played with your meaty buds like he had never seen a pair before. The rough movements of his hands around the fat caused your dress to open a bit more, basically leaving you naked for him. 

“They’re more gorgeous than I ever anticipated.” He muttered, before enveloping a peak inside his mouth and lapping at it repeatedly. “Seeing you with this lame excuse of a uniform it’s harder than going to war, baby. Craving a taste of you and not being able to do anything about it, it’s torture. Pure torture.” He moaned in a ragged voice, sucking in the same nipple with closed eyes, savoring it. 

“You- you wanted me?” You cried, sliding in more frantically.

You were so close and he had it in his hands to make you come in that same instant. 

“Baby, I’ve been dreaming about filling this pussy to the brim the second you were drafted.” He exhaled with a smile. “I hate seeing you with the clones: gifting them smiles that should belong to me, parading this cleavage around when it should be for my eyes only, showing off this ass when only I should know the feeling of it inside my palms.”

“Anakin! I’m coming! I’m coming!” You announced, simultaneously feeling how his dick twitched inside of you. 

“Let me feel it, baby. Come all over my cock. Indulge me.” This time it was you who took the initiative to kiss him, thinking this would be your last chance to savour him before this was all over. 

You convulsed around his dick, just like he asked, tumbling over his shoulder to regain your breath. Anakin followed short after you, shuddering as he spilled over, biting your shoulder to muffle his groan. 

After the aftershocks dissipated and you regained consciousness, the shame of what had transpired hit you like a train. Fixing your dress to cover more of you, you wondered how long you should wait before saying something. Luckily, Anakin broke the ice first.

“Next time you should keep the hat. I like it.” He chuckled, making you giggle as well. 

— Honestly, he's precocious, he's one of those types who learned about these matters because other boys his age knew.

Since he lords over them for a large number of years in his teenage, it's natural that he learned about it in his early years.

Because of that, he knew a lot more than the average person, but couldn't care less about the application. It's not something he needed to employ.

— He spent much of his high school years being closed up, it was normal for him to go on with his days without experience attraction for another.

Until he saw how pretty your nape is and his eyes lingered a bit too long... suddenly, he's the one thinking about everything he shouldn't.

Curse you and your ability to bewitch him.

— I can see him trying to pick up condoms the first time around and the rest of the crews ran into him so now he has to pretend he's getting snacks instead.

Not really hiding because he's shy but it's because his private life is none of their business, especially what he does with you in the bed.

Everything was going smoothly until he made something drop, and suddenly, all eyes were on him.

"Really, Vinny?!"

"Ultra XXL?!"

"That was not mine, damnit!"

Whether if it was his or not, it's still a mystery until this day. However, he knew he will go down his grave with this.

You'll not learn about this, not from any of his crewmates, and especially not from him.

— He dislikes the idea that all teenage boys are subject to their hormonal urges in the beginning, so it will be a while before he actually does anything about it.

Wouldn't like to scare you with the idea he's a deviant bastard either. In the beginning, he suppressed himself a lot, which makes him moodier and more sensitive around you.

If you touched him in surprise, he will jump, try not to snap, then turn away while trying to hide his embarrassment.

— Once he eased up, Vinny proves himself to be an intense but attentive partner. He becomes much more assertive with his movements. His kisses are more purposeful and overwhelming, which made him kissing you on the lips fewer than before.

However, every time he does it, he's meant to leave you lightheaded and dazed. Which somehow made it the perfect timing for him to enter you... huh.

— Has no preferences about position, but he likes to press against you when he's coming. It's pretty intense for him every time he comes, holding you basically grounds him during the process. He will always kiss you afterwards, often forehead then lips.

Vinny is often less uptight afterwards, he's much more relaxed and a little loopy. You'll need to give him a minute before he pops back up again.

If you don't need anything in the immediate moment, he often flops on his back next to you and lets you snuggle to his side.

— Once again, doesn’t really care where he comes, but the first time he comes on your face, it does make him feel a little weird inside. Good weird, to be specific.

He likes to come inside because it's less messy, if anything, the clean-up is too much of a bother for him even if it's hot for him to see his cum on your skin. Flip of a coin, really, depends on what you prefer, too.

Definitely kisses after oral, he doesn't care, if he wants to kiss you then he will kiss you.

— He's not... averse to communicating his needs. If Vinny wants you, you will feel it from across the room. His eyes are full of heat and intentions, his touches always linger a bit too long, and he spends a lot of times around you in general.

Honestly, if you don't catch on soon, he will get impatient. He's not into the idea of doing it in public because there are too many risks of getting caught, but if he has to do it, then he would at least drag you to a nearby motel.

It's pretty obvious to your friends what he intended to do, but Vinny ain't waiting for no one, least of all his crewmates.

— Try to tease him and sees where that get you, Vinny is extremely blunt and often perceptive enough to catch on with whatever you were playing.

Often, this resulted him pulling aside and telling you to cease this fooling around before he stopped being patient with you or him teasing you right back, his intimate touches on you with the effectiveness being tenfold.

It really all depends on how much of your dignity you want to preserve, really.

— He tops as a full time job, I'm penning an apology letter for those who wants to top him. Don't even think you're getting control by being on top of him, good luck with that.

It's not a power thing for him though, he doesn't really care about games and plays. Most of the kinks where one holds power over the other doesn't sit with him. Roleplaying is also weird for him, to be honest.

— He prefers the two of you to be straightforward, maybe with some edging or overstimulation depending on the night. Other than that, putting on an act doesn't really appeal to him.

Don’t even think about call him daddy, it makes him violently ill. He has to pull back and sit to contemplate about which action in his life had led him to this point.

— However, if you prefer one of the rougher aspects, choking or spanking, Vinny will indulge you kindly. Don't ask how he knows how to choke to avoid suffocating you, he just knows.

He's gentler than expected when it comes to spanking... don't tell him to use full force, he's an athlete, you won't survive him using full force. Like, you should've gotten that idea from how he railed you.

— Prefers giving over receiving, mostly because receiving requires him to sit back and do nothing. He once cleared ten Candy Crush stages while receiving head from you before, it's not the proudest thing he has done.

Letting him fuck your face though... that's another story entirely. Better destroy your gag reflex to ensure this man will love you forever.

— Often has a hand on the back of your head when you're going down on him, will order you to touch yourself while you service him. But if it's him giving, his hands are on you lmao they ain't going nowhere near his dick.

He's not happy with just oral either, it's just foreplay for him. A little fun side dish thing, more on the same line as a quickie than anything. If you both have time, you're getting railed after he ate you out, no quesiton asked.

— He won't even mind you trying to sit on his face... only to see how long you can last with his mouth right under you.

Somehow, he always manages to have you end up on your back again, it's not even worth it trying to challenge him.

— Not really romantic about the whole ordeal, in general. He's not really a romantic person to begin with? Like, if you got this far then you must know he loves you, right?

On that same note, he's not very verbal during the process. Unless he's taunting you or filling your ears with dirty words, chances are he'll make more inaudible noises than actually talking.

Even when he comes, the most you will get from him is a strained groan. His eyes shut close, his brows furrowed, his lips pressed together.

— As mentioned before, he doesn't really have a sex drive outside of a relationship. Because of that, if you were to be away for a while, Vinny will try to hold it in until you came home no matter how frustrated it made him.

He can't do anything through phone, text or calls, both are too awkward for him to comprehend. However, to compensate for this, he will take you like a possessed man once he has you in his arms again.

— Hnng, he love lazy sex in the morning, those are the best way to start the day for him. However, he can't do it often because he always extra lazy afterwards.

Whenever this happens, Vinny has the tendency to plop on you afterwards, unwilling to move and be a sloth for a day.

— His drive fluctuates. There are short peiods when he wants you like crazy, but there are long periods where he only wants to chill and cuddle.

It's pretty easy for you to coax him into doing anything though. He has the tendency to warn you “don't start anything you can't take” when you get too heavy with your kissing and fondling, but it's often the fastest way to get him to act.

— In the beginning, at least more than once he lets you sit on his lap then has to hastily shove you off because he was getting a boner, lord help Vinny because no one else will.

Closing the door behind you, suddenly, the opportunity hit you. Never before had you ever have to interact with one of Vinny's actual friends aside from Sung. At least, you knew Sung, you didn't know Jay at all.

You were eager to become closer with one of Vinny's new friends, if anything. "Are you hungry? I'm already making dinner, eat with us, yeah?"

Jay looked at you, for a moment, he didn't know what to say until the answer came, quieter than expected. "All right... thank you."

You gave him another genial smile, hoping he'd relax but it was a miss with Jay. Without any other choice, you pulled your phone out to text Vinny, telling him about this new occurrence.

You: Jay came over, I let him in.

You: Do you mind if I lend him your clothes? He looks drenched.

Uchiha Vinny: ? Sure.

Uchiha Vinny: I'll be right back.

When you lifted your head from your phone again, you zoned in on his soaked uniforms. Concerns overwhelmed you, whatever had him out in this weather must have been serious. "Hey, you should get a change of clothes," you gestured towards the door at the corner of the room, "the bathroom is over there."

You dug into Vinny's closet, pulling out one of his spare t-shirt and pants. After handing them to Jay, you ushered him towards the bathroom, pointing out where the clean towels were.

Before you got the chance to return to the kitchen, you heard the door unlocked. Vinny stepped into the room, immediately scanning for the traces of Jay.

"Where is he?"

Vinny lifted the grocery bag and left it at the counter, you fetched the bottle of fish sauce from it, eager to return to cooking. "In the bathroom," you looked at Vinny, curious, "did something happen?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, peeling down his outer layer, "he'll tell us if he wanted to."

You nodded readily, agreeing with his assessment. "Okay... Can you hand me the spice? Open the window, too. I don't want the scent of food to cloud the room."

"Sure," he complied before returning to the counter area, peering at the pot you were brewing, "are you cooking for Jay too?"

"Yup," you said, "can you take an extra packet of noodles? I don't mind eating less, but you are both athletes, you should eat a lot."

"Huh... sure," Vinny shuffled around you, pulling open one of the cabinets.

Behind the both of you, Jay reappeared after putting on the clothes you. When you caught him looking your way, you smiled, but Jay only looked vaguely confused. Strange boy, indeed. You left him to his device when you saw him picking up an incoming call.

"Minu says he's coming over too." Apparently, that was the result of the call Jay was on. At least, you were more familiar with Minu than Jay, even if you didn't get the chance to interact with him often back when he and Vinny were with the Zephyrus.

It was nice to see another friendly face, although, you couldn't say the same to Vinny.

The pack of noodles in his hand immediately crumbled within his grip, the anger on his face was evident. "Goddamnit, what is this? Some kind of shelter for abandoned animals?"

You could only smile, it was nice seeing Vinny surrounded by his friends, even if he wouldn't admit that on his death bed.

Minu arrived not long after with his bike at his side, it made you wonder if these boys carried their bikes with them everywhere. Vinny did have that habit himself.

"Mm~this is damn good!" Even with two additional servings, Minu made quick work of the noodles, eating less wasn't even a choice for you after he arrjved. "Vinny, you really scored big with her, how did you manage to find someone who cooked divine food?"

"It's only instant noodles with toppings, but I'm glad you like it,” you beamed at him, glad to have some appreciating your cooking.

Apparently, Vinny didn't share the sentiments. "Ugh, what are a couple of rich di... douches like you doing here bumming ramen off me?" His disgruntlement was open to everyone in the room. "I want you gone as soon as the rain stops."

However, his little misstep didn't escape Minu. "Vinny, did you censor yourself because she's here?"

"Don't change the topic." Vinny threw a glare at him, but there was no denying his showing blush.

Leaving the other two boys to their own conversation, Vinny leaned towards you, keeping his voice low. "If you really minded them staying, I'll kick them out."

"You don't have to," you told him, "it's fine for a night, I think they need the help, anyway."

Even with your reassurance, he didn't look convinced. "You're not wrong but... I don't want them to make you feel uncomfortable."

"It's fine, they're good friends of yours, aren't they?" You pat his arm, soothing his worries. It was nice for him to worry about you, but you didn't want his friends to leave because of any minor inconveniences they will cause.

They needed the help anyway, you could leave anytime, but you knew Vinny would have somethint to say about that, especially when it was late and raining.

"Stop being nice for once," he fought to push down the surfacing smile, but your smiling back at him got him cracked. However, with Minu and Jay finishing their conversation, their entire attention turned towards the two of you.

"Vinny... you don't have to mind the two of us, be natural with your girlfriend."

That soured Vinny's mood immediately. "Don't make me kick you out, don't even think about getting sneaky and trying to stay here," he warned, "you're both dead if you're not out of here by tomorrow morning at the latest. Seriously."

There was minor ruckus when Vinny's mom came over afterwards, you insisted that she'd not push herself while you cleaned the dishes. She left after the rain subsided, sharing the same sentiment as you did.

Everything mellowed out for a few hours, although, once the sleeping arrangements came up, Vinny was back to his defensive mode again.

With you sleeping next to the wall, Vinny slotted himself between you and the other two boys as a barrier. If anything, you were surprised that there were enough blankets and comforters for everyone. At least, the room provided space for four people sleeping at the same time.

Even if Vinny did box you in. "Cross the line and both of you are dead," he warned the other two, sliding under the blanket next to you. It was funny to see how bossy he became at times, funnier when it did little to faze others.

"Vinny, it's very heartwarming to know you have a soft side," Minu bemoaned. "but do you really have to oppress us?"

"Do you want to die?"

"Chill, papa bear, nobody is stealing your girlfriend,” Minu narrowly dodged a pillow throwing his way. At least, it was the one he needed to lay on.

Both you and Jay could only look at each other in sympathy, having to deal with people whose personalities are too big to be cramped into the same room with each other.

The least you could do was pacify yours. "There, there," you rounded your arm around his waist, pulling him down with you, "time for bed."

Fortunately, Vinny mellowed out easily in your hold, sliding his own around you to put you in his embrace. Once you situated yourself nicely in his arms, Vinny pressed his lips on your forehead, the kiss was soft and sweet, easing the both of you into slumber.

“Good night everyone!”

“Night...”

"Good night Jay, good night [Name], no good night to Vinny."