#doogiehowsermd

[Content Notes - Vinnie Delpino being a horn-dog, slightly suggestive but nothing explicit, Fem!Reader being playful, mentions of making out]

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• {Y/N POV}

“Vinnie!” I laughed as he tackled me into a hug.

“What’s the matter doll face?” He smirked. “Don’t tell me it tickles after all this time.” Vinnie joked, as he usually did.

“Of course not, you ass.” I playfully swatted at his hands, which he started laughing at. “You got the movie ready?” Vinnie and I had been planning this night for a while, and I made the stupid decision to let Vinnie Delpino pick the film…

“You know it.” He gave his famous half-smile that got me weak in the knees. “The Fly: Christmas Edition!” He cheered, awaiting this moment since it was first announced to him.

“Vinnie!” I scoffed in a playful manner.

“What is it, doll face?” He tilted his head in confusion.

“I said Christmas movie, dummy.”

“It’s Christmas edition.” He argued, knowing that I was just pulling his leg.

“Still!”

“I don’t see your point, sweetheart.” He raised his arms in his defense.

“Well, you better.” I placed my hands on my hips.

“Or what?” He smirked.

“Of I’ll just have to punish you.” I replied smugly, sticking my tongue out at my boyfriend, who raised an eyebrow at me, still smirking.

“Really now?” He got closer to me.

“Of course.” I started to twirl my hair around my index finger all innocently. “It’d only be fair, after all.” I added.

“And uh… What’s the punishment, exactly?” He swallowed slightly nervously. Of course, Vincent Delpino was still a horn-dog, but he still possessed his rather… Unique anxiety issue. If you catch my drift. I knew that he would, most likely vomit if I decided to actually go far and screw him, but that wasn’t what I had in mind.

“Well… We could, perhaps, make-out in my room.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, making him flustered. “Or…” I looked away, pretending to think of something.

“Or..?” He egged me on, desperately wanting to know the answer. I knew if I kept him waiting too long, I’d be able to feel the consequence… In more ways than one…

“Or I could make you clean my room for a week.” I smiled widely at him. More specifically, I smiled at the look of sheer horror on his face when I said that. “Oh, don’t give me that!” I playfully shoved Vinnie, who was now laughing. “It’s not like I said to clean Doogie’s room. Did I?”

“Nah, you didn’t.” He chuckled. “But, uh… How ‘bout that make-out session?” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, thinking that I’d no. I knew him well enough by now to know how his head works.