#vincenthacker

Desperate - probably a word overused in these situations but no other describes how you feel right now. The aching between your legs has grown to consume your entire body now, your breathing heavy and shallow. All you can think about is having him inside of you, pounding you into submission as you scratch your nails down his back and whine uncontrollably.

You look over at him, his brown eyes focused on the road in front of you guys as he drives you to his parents house for dinner. He’s oblivious to the filthy thoughts racing through your head and you can’t help but smile a little as you bite your lip. He notices your gaze from the corner of his eyes and looks at you.

“What?” He asks, a small smile pulling at the corners of his own mouth.

Should you tell him what you’re thinking? It wouldn’t be hard for him to guess if he had to, you do this a lot; like that time at the pool party where you lured him into the bathroom, or the time you guys fucked in the dressing room at the mall. You were always horny at the worst times and the Seattle trip to meet his parents is no exception. And, even though he never turns you down or says it bothers him, you still feel a little guilty at how needy you are.

The sliver of guilt you feel still isn’t enough to calm you, though. Unsure of what to say, you only shrug in response. Your smile turns to a smoulder as the thoughts become more intrusive - the gray sweatpants he has on certainly aren’t helping your case. You let out a small sigh. Maybe this time it would be better to show him what you’re thinking rather than tell him.

You glance beside you to make sure no other cars are next to you on the highway, and luckily it’s pretty dark outside now so even if someone passes, they shouldn’t be able to see inside. You slide your shoes off and undo your seatbelt, lifting your butt off the seat and sliding your pants down along with your underwear. You feel the car jolt a little to the side as Vinnie clears his throat.

“Y/n,” he says, his voice low. You look at him again and his eyes are glued back on the road in front of you, the light of the cars on the other side of the median lighting his face just enough to see his beet red cheeks. Your devious smile returns and you stay silent as you lift your shirt over your head and undo your bra to expose your tits. Though it’s unlikely anyone could possibly see you right now, it still adds a bit of excitement at the possibility of getting caught. You put one foot on the dashboard and bring the other to the seat, spreading your legs.

“Baby,” he says, almost in a whisper this time. His grip on the steering wheel is so tight his knuckles are turning white.

“Vinnie,” you say softly as you bring your fingers to your mouth, soaking them in spit before you move them down to your drenched slit, rubbing small circles over your swollen clit. Your body shudders at the feeling but it’s nothing compared to how he could make you feel. You rest your head against the seat behind you and your eyes trail to the growing bulge in his pants as you keep working yourself.

“We’re almost there,” he says, looking back over at you and soaking up the sight of what you’re doing to yourself.

“But we’re not there yet,” you smile again, sliding your middle finger inside of yourself.

“Fuck. What - what do you want me to do? Pull over and fuck you right here on the side of the highway?” He snickers, though his question is rhetorical. He already knows the answer.

“Mmhm,” you nod, bringing your free hand to your tits, squeezing one of your nipples tightly.

“Can’t wait until we’re back at the airbnb?”

“No,” you shake your head, a small pout resting on your lips.

“And what if a state trooper or a good samaritan pulls up behind us wondering if we need help?”

“Then we’d both be in a world of trouble,” you giggle a little.

“That doesn’t scare you?”

“Not enough to make me not wanna do it,” you say. You start to curl your fingers just right against your walls, making your leg jerk a little and a small moan leaves your mouth.

He shakes his head, focusing his narrowed eyes on the road again. He switches on the blinker to make his way across the 3 lanes to the shoulder of the road then slows to a stop, putting the car in park.

You laugh a little, excited by his reaction. “I’m surprised you’re gonna do it.”

Without saying a word and before you can do anything else, he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car. You pull your fingers away from your core and watch in confusion as he slams the door behind him and walks over to your side to open your door.

“What -” you start to say and get cut off by his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to be uncomfortable and earning a whine from you as your fingers wrap around his wrist.

“Of course I’m gonna do it,” he says through lightly clenched teeth. “With you sitting beside me, fingering yourself,” he presses his lips to yours and wraps his free hand around your thigh, pulling your legs out of the car.

“Vinnie,” you break away from the kiss. “Someone’s gonna see.”

“Thought you didn’t care?” His lips trail down your neck, his hot breath lingering against your skin.

“I -” you try to say, but the words won’t come out. Your eyes roll back and the thud of your heart against your chest gets harder. You weren’t being serious when you said you didn’t care but maybe you really don’t care - maybe the risk of getting caught is a small price to pay for him to satisfy you right now.

His small moans as he sucks on your sweet spot sends chills down your back as the realization of the kind of hold this man has on you fully sets in. You’ll never get enough of him. He could fuck you senseless every day for the rest of your life and it still won’t be enough, and constantly being in a frenzy for him is going to get you into real trouble one of these days. You know this yet you can’t pull yourself away from him.

Your hand grips his shirt collar as his mouth leaves the fresh bruise on your neck to continue down to your tits. You scoot forward a little and lean the curve of your back against the middle console, spreading your legs to give him better access and accepting your fate with him. If your raging desire for him takes you down, then so be it.

You look down to watch him as his tongue swirls around one of your nipples, teasing you as it glides warmly over the bud and leaving a thin layer of wetness in its path to cool and harden it. He pulls away with a small string of spit connecting from his mouth to your tit as he moves to the other one to give it the same treatment.

“Mmm,” you moan, tilting your head back while placing one foot on the inside of the door enjoying every bit of this.

Soon after, he licks his way down to your inner thighs. He can feel the heat radiating from you and the light glistening off your pussy was all he needed to see to lose it as he dives in, desperate to taste you now and latching right on to your clit.

The moans leaving your mouth are muffled by the sounds of the cars racing past you guys and this frustrates him. All he wants is to hear you but he knows you’re enjoying yourself so he keeps on for a few more minutes, lapping up every ounce of you.

He slides his finger into you, searching for that spongy spot inside that drives you crazy and as soon as he finds it, the pleasure ripples through you as your favorite feeling in the world starts to creep up, knotting your stomach and curling your toes.

Your fingers tug on his hair with no mind to how hard you’re pulling as you become consumed by your orgasm. Just as soon as it’s over he pulls back and stands, leaving you a breathless dripping mess.

“Scoot,” he nudges you. You swallow and move to straddle the console, surely leaving a wet spot as he slides into the seat, shutting the door behind him. He takes his shirt off and pulls his pants down just far enough to let his pretty, aching cock spring out before he wraps his hand around your waist, pulling you back on top of him.

You don’t waste a second to sink down onto it, fully coating him in your cum. A groan leaves his mouth and his hand grips your ass tightly as you start to grind on him, so sensitive from your orgasm that you can feel every vein on his cock pressed against the inside of your cunt.

“So naughty, couldn’t wait another hour for this, could you?” He teases, his breath against your ear sends another wave of tingles through your body. “Always gotta get your way right when you want it, huh?”

“Y - you don’t make it easy for me, y’know?” You moan.

“I didn’t do anything,” he says, thrusting up to meet each of your movements.

“The sweatpants… and the way you kissed me earlier. You knew,” you moan as he picks up his pace a little. “You knew what you were doing.”

He chuckles as his lips meet the curve of your neck. He can’t deny he does a lot of these things on purpose, like grabbing your waist just a little too tightly and lingering just a little too long as he walks past you in public or at the house, always kissing you in a way that leaves you wanting more, or making sure you see him with a towel wrapped a bit too low around his waist when he gets out of the shower.

It’s unbelievable how easy you are to turn on and he’s made it his mission to do it whenever possible, but he’ll never admit it to you. He likes watching you struggle and seeing the glazed look in your eyes and the bite on your lip when you’re horny and trying to hide it. It’s his favorite pastime.

“I think you’re just a desperate little thing,” he says, moaning a little. “Aren’t you?”

“I am,” you nod. “I just… I love you, and I want you all the time,” you tilt your head back and move your hand down to rub your still sensitive clit.

“I love you too, baby,” he smiles, kissing his way from your neck to your lips. “My sweet girl.”

Your small moans get louder and come out faster as you get closer to your next orgasm and it doesn’t take long before you’re there again.

“M’cumming,” you groan, dragging your nails down his shoulder, leaving a trail of red skin in their place as you pulse around him. Your wetness coats him all the way down your thighs to the seat below you guys as you shamelessly let it all out. His own follows right after you, low grumbles and unintelligible words leave his mouth as he fills you to the brim.

Both of your movements eventually slow down, leaving you both breathless and tired.

You lay limp in his arms with your head against his rising and falling chest as the lust starts to exit your mind, leaving clarity in its place. You start to come back to your surroundings, and glance out of the window facing the road just in time to see a cop slow on the other side of the median. Your heart instantly leaps into your throat and you lift yourself off of him, climbing to the driver seat.

“What?” He asks, looking out of the back window. His eyes quickly find what yours did and he pulls his pants up and tosses yours to you along with your shirt. “God damn it,” he says with a worried look on his face as he frantically gathers himself.

As nervous as you are, you can’t help but giggle as you get dressed. “You jinxed us!”

He smiles, shaking his head. “Don’t even play with me, woman.”

This is wrong. You repeat it to yourself over and over again, the rational part of your mind begging you to stop but your hands defy you as they wander down his bare chest, over every curve on his abs, tracing his tattoos down to the V line disappearing under his sweatpants. Drool is nearly spilling out of your mouth from the temptation. 

It’s hard to believe just a few minutes ago you were sobbing, clinging onto his shirt over your now ex-boyfriend after the asshole broke up with you over text for no reason at all. But that feels like a lifetime ago already, with the battle between your lust and guilt waging in your mind. 

He lifts his hips to pull his pants down, his hard cock springing into existence for you for the first time. The sight of it nearly stops your erratic heart, and suddenly what you’re about to do becomes real. You’re about to fuck your step brother. 

Before you have time to back out of the situation, his hands graze your waist to undo your bra, letting your tits fall against your chest. He flips you over so you’re on your stomach.  “Let’s get these off,” he whispers, snapping the sides of your panties against your skin. His eyes stay glued to the cotton clinging to your pussy and the bite he has on his lip is so strong it could draw blood if he’s not careful as he starts to pulls them down.

Your face burns with embarrassment at the thought of it - him seeing you fully naked, you letting him put his hands wherever he pleases. “Vinnie wait-“ you shift to turn on your back but his hands stay pressed against your thighs to keep you from moving too much. 

“What, baby?” 

“I don’t think -“ 

“Don’t tell me you don’t want this,” he cuts you off. “I know you do,” one of his hand travels up to your core, pushing your panties to the side to expose you. A desperate whine leaves your throat and your legs spread further apart despite every thread of your sanity telling you to close them. “Just let it happen,” he says, sliding his fingers down to your clit. “There’s nothing wrong with it.” 

“There is,” you try to insist sternly in hopes to convince him but the words come out mixed with moans. You curse yourself silently - how dare you let this happen and how dare you enjoy this? 

“Why? We’re not related by blood,” he says, his voice laced with some sort of amusement but you can’t see what’s funny about this. “You want this.” 

Oh, fuck it. He’s right. You do. You untense your muscles, relaxing your body into the bed and turn your face to hide it in the pillow as if that’s gonna release you of your responsibility and absolve you of this unforgivable act when it’s all said and done. 

He grins. “Trust me, I won’t let you regret it,” he says, pulling your panties down your legs and shuddering in excitement at the sight underneath them. He expected you to be pretty but god, you’re perfect. 

He throws them to the floor by his clothes, knowing he’ll be keeping them for his secret collection. He runs his finger down your slit again, soaking them before pushing them inside of you. Your moan fills the space around you guys, sounding like music to his ears. 

He’s heard it before but never like this, never by his own hand. He almost can’t believe it. 

“You’re so pretty, baby,” he coos down at you. A smile pulls his lips across his face as he watches you writhe against the sheets, your hands gripping them so tight you might tear a hole in them. 

His praise sends elation coursing through your body, filling you with satisfaction and confidence. “You’re - pretty too,” you say, your words broken up by moans. 

“Yeah?” He smiles. “Thank you, sweet girl.” He pulls your hips up, placing you in a doggy position and sinks further down the bed, kissing his way to your thighs until your swollen clit is just a tongue swipe away. The excitement of having him where he definitely shouldn’t be has you crying out for relief, a little too loudly. 

“Shh,” he kisses your clit, your legs nearly snap shut at how stimulating that small contact was. “Gotta be quiet, okay?” 

With a breathy hum, you go silent, scolding yourself. You nearly forgot where you are, who you’re with, and what you’re doing. Your parents would kill you both if they knew what you were up to in here. “Okay,” you nod, and try to calm yourself. It’s just that you’ve never been so worked up before, it’s almost impossible to stay quiet but you try your best. 

Once he’s sure you’ve controlled yourself, he smiles. “Good girl. Stay just like that for me,” he says. His eyes soak up the sight of your messy cunt. He’s painfully hard now and he can feel his heart beating so hard and fast in his chest, it flutters down to his stomach to leave him with butterflies. 

As he teases your clit, he remembers all those times he had his fist wrapped around his cock, jacking off over your worn thongs in his clenched hand with his ear pressed against the wall while he listened to you pleasure yourself, wishing desperately that he could be the one making you feel good. 

There were times he was tempted to barge into your room and just take you for himself. He always had his suspicions you meant for him to hear you, anyway. The buzzing of your vibrator mixed with your moans in the middle of the night couldn’t possibly have gone unnoticed by him. You were oblivious to what he heard of course, but he was convinced you had to have known your hold over him, teasing him with the noises you made with only a thin wall separating you two for the last few years. 

Not to mention the times he came home early, making no effort to be quiet as he passed your room and still heard your sweet moans. You wanted him to hear you, he was almost sure of it. 

And now that he’s got you here, legs spread and dripping for him, he has no doubt in his mind left. His desire for you that’s turned into an unhealthy obsession is finally going to be fulfilled. He couldn’t have it any other way. You’re going to be his, permanently. He’ll be sure of it, your parents and people’s judgement of the taboo relationship be damned. 

He turns on to his back with you hovering over his face and presses his tongue flat against your clit. Waves of pleasure like you’ve never felt them before wash over you, wiping your mind clean of any coherent thoughts. You simply can’t help the whines that spill from your mouth, desperate and needy for more of his touch and just like you’re speaking a language only he can understand, he pushes his mouth harder against you and delves another finger inside of you. 

The pleasure is all consuming, the only thing that makes sense are your devious thoughts about how wrong this is and how that somehow makes it all the better, fueling you to drive closer and closer to your orgasm and within minutes your coming undone around him, your pussy pulsing against his fingers and mouth. 

A grin spreads across his face at the realization of what he’s just accomplished, making you cum. The first time of many more to come, he’s sure. 

You fall forward on to the bed and turn over to your back practically panting as moved between your legs and kisses his way up your stomach to your neck, stopping to suck again over the fresh bruise he left when this ordeal started it, before finally meeting your lips.

His kiss is unmistakably tender; a little too sweet, like it’s something he’s wanted to do for a while. It makes you wonder just how long he’s been waiting to do it and whether it’s in momentary lust or signaling his deeper intent with you.

He pulls away and your eyes wander across his face, taking special note of his jawline sharpened even more than usual with clenched teeth, and the way his full lips stay pursed like they’re ready to take yours again at any time. 

You’ve never once thought of him as anything other than your step brother before this. You never allowed yourself to cross that hard boundary but with him on top of you, blinking slowly, you can’t lie to yourself about how beautiful he really is and it’s hard to keep feeling guilty about this. 

It leaves you trying to rationalize it, and justify it. You’re both adults, after all, and he’s right - you aren’t actually related, it was just dumb fate and unfair circumstances that led you to him. Had you met another way, there’d be no reason to feel ashamed of this. 

His hands slide under your thighs, pushing your knees toward you. His tip brushes against your cunt, knotting your stomach with excitement at the gentle teasing of it as your legs wrap around him, holding on to him like you’re afraid he’ll vanish into thin air if you don’t.

He smiles down at you, admiring the sheen of sweat coating your body, your messy hair, and the way you look so small beneath him. He could probably break you in half if he wanted. 

He moves to his knees, staying between your legs and pulling you closer to him. “Look,” he says softly, tapping your thigh. “Want you to watch this.” You prop yourself on your elbows and follow his gaze to the sight between your legs as he pushes into you. Your mouth drops open as the feeling of him stretching you out makes you gasp. “Fuck, baby. Gonna remember this forever, aren’t you?” 

Your head falls back into the pillow again and you nod. He chuckles and nuzzles his face into your neck, this time only licking the same bruised spot that’s so sensitive it almost hurts now. 

“Of course you will, we’ll be doing this daily from now on, won’t we?” He says.

Will you? You suppose it’ll all depend on how you feel once this is over but right now that seems like it just might be the case. You hum in response. 

“Tell me that,” he starts to thrust, slow and long strokes that make you tense and cry out. “Tell me we’re gonna do this every day. That you’re gonna let me sneak in here and fuck you to sleep every night from now on.” 

Your eyes roll back, pleasure burning through you like a wildfire. “Every day,” you mumble. 

“You promise?” 

“Yes,” you nod. 

“Okay, I believe you. Don’t disappoint me,” he smiles against your skin. 

“I won’t,” you wrap your arms around him, tangling them in his hair to keep him right where he is, adoring his body pressed against yours and his breath across your cheek with every moan that rolls off his tongue. 

“You better not,” he says. He starts moving faster, his tip brushing against the sweet spot inside of you with every little movement. He wraps one arm under your back and places his other on the headboard behind you to keep the rattling against the wall to a minimum - not because he’s worried about getting caught in the long run, in fact his plan is for you two to get found out eventually, but he’ll be damned if anyone ruins this moment right now, his first time with you. He’s waited too long for it. 

Each thrust rubs his pelvis against your clit, stimulating you to the point you nearly burst into tears but you bury your face into his shoulder to muffle your moans and keep a grip on yourself, however fleeting that grip may be. 

Soon enough you’re coming close to your second high, your face and ears radiating heat down to your chest in pure ecstasy. He quickly picks up on how your moans slowly go quiet as the feeling builds and how your body stays nearly frozen. 

“Cum, my sweet girl. Let it all out, I know you need it,” he says breathlessly. 

His words are the cherry on top, sending you tumbling over the edge once again. Your body jolts, toes curling, legs clinging to him, and fingers digging into his muscles as you ride out the single greatest orgasm you’ve ever had, moaning his name over and over again.

He chuckles in victory, finally having you cry out like this after years of imagining it. He gets the sudden, almost overwhelming urge to get rougher with you and tell you it’s not over yet but he fights it, telling himself he’s got plenty of time for that in the future. Right now, he’s gotta be careful not to overdo it. 

“I’m gonna cum too,” he groans, feeling himself getting closer. 

“Oh, wait!” You say, prying your eyes open. “I - I’m not on birth control.” 

His movements slow a little and he sighs. “Just this once, okay? If anything happens, we’ll deal with it.” 

“Vinnie-“ you whisper, begging him in your mind not to push you on the matter, because you’re weak. Your will is weak, your lust is clouding your mind and you know it but it won’t take much to convince you to let him. 

“Please,” he says. “M’gonna cum, let me cum in you pretty girl. Just once,” he pleads. His words are so sweet, so full of yearning. You can’t say no him. 

You squeeze your eyes closed and nod. “Fuck. Okay,” you whisper. You barely get the words out before you feel him painting you from the inside out and he takes his sweet time to do it, feeling every last bit of the way you’re wrapped around him, pulsing and warm. 

You both lay there for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath before he rolls over to lay next to you, keeping his body close enough to still be touching you. With each passing moment, your clarity comes back bit by bit and you’re finally faced with the reality of what you’ve just done. Your emotions are mixed with part of you already craving more and part of you feeling utterly ashamed. 

The look on your face tells him everything he needs to know about your feelings, but he doesn’t panic. He expected this and already has the aftercare he’s going to give you planned out to make sure you don’t get scared off from doing this again and again; however many times it takes to make you love him back without feeling bad about it.

He turns to you, cupping your face in his hand and laying a soft kiss to your cheek. The feeling makes you melt and you throw yourself against him for safety from your thoughts.

Vinnie acts like he could care less about me or what I’m doing half the time. It’s why our relationship didn’t work out, I simply can’t be with someone who doesn’t worship the ground I walk on. It’s conceited, I know, but it’s true and I’m willing to admit it.

I’m also willing to admit that nearly everything I’m doing lately is meant to draw out the worst in that man. I’m hellbent, on a mission to make him react to me; get angry with me, get jealous over me. Anything to prove he feels something for me because I’ll damned if he doesn’t.

After our breakup, it started with me wearing extra short shorts and crop tops around the house, especially around his friends. It seemed as though it was working the first few times I did it, but his friends haven’t been over much lately so I moved to posting things on instagram; bikini pics and other pictures that leave little to the imagination but then, to my surprise, my account got suspended and I’m too afraid to push the matter on another platform.

So, I had to find another way to provoke him and I finally turned to Tinder. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t catch me dead on that app. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but I’ve never been the type to go looking for someone. But these are special circumstances. 

It didn’t take long for me to match with a guy, Oliver. He’s cute enough and nice. The athletic, rescues animals, picks up trash on the beach kind of guy. Hell, if I wasn’t so stuck up Vinnie’s ass, I might have actually really clicked with the guy.

Anyway, I got straight to work setting up a date and today was finally the day we went out. It was a fine experience, we even had a little bit of a makeout session, but I was eager to get back home the whole time so I’m relieved to finally be walking back into the house now. 

I peek my head inside, looking around for any sign of life - it’s pretty late, almost 3:30am, so I’m not surprised when I don’t see anyone and the house is mostly dark. I switch my phone light on and start to make my way upstairs.

As I walk toward my own room I take special note of Vinnie’s room. The lights must be off, they’re not shining from under the door. This really pisses me off. The whole damn reason I went on this stupid date was to make him mad and the asshole is already asleep. 

I sigh loudly and slam my bedroom door behind me, flipping on the light. I unzip my dress, sliding it down and undo my bra, feeling the relief of getting the tight fabric off of my body. I know it’s late, but soaking in a hot bath sounds good right now. I pick my clothes off the ground and turn around to toss them in the hamper when I see a figure laying across my bed making my heart stop for a moment. 

“Jesus, Vinnie! You scared the hell out of me,” I scold him.

I bring my hands up to my chest to cover myself and look him over, gauging the expression on his face. He looks calm and he’s fully clothed minus his shirt, laying with his back against the headboard as he sits on top of the covers. An odd sight to see.

“What the hell are you doing in here? And why are you just laying in the dark?” I ask.

“You went on a date tonight?” He asks.

I try my hardest to bite back my smile, but I can’t. “Sure did. Had a lot of fun, too.” 

“Did you fuck him?” 

A surge of adrenaline rushes through me at his question - I’m not sure if it’s excitement or anger at his prying. Or maybe I’m just a little surprised he’d ask that so outright.

“That’s none of your concern, Vin.” 

He sighs, then a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “Answer my question, Y/n. Did you fuck him?” 

“I’m not telling you,” I shake my head. 

He stands. His posture is stiff and tall, almost intimidating and I feel myself recoil a little as he approaches me. My eyes meet the floor and within seconds, he’s towering over me.

His hands are balled into fists at his sides as he leans down to speak quietly in my ear. “I asked you a fucking question and I’d like you to answer it. If you don’t, I promise you I’ll find out one way or the other so you may as well come clean,” he pauses for a moment. “Did you fuck him?” 

My breath catches in my throat. I can feel the heat radiating from his body - I never expected a reaction like this from him, I’m not sure if I love it or hate it.

With a pout on my face, I look up at him. “How? You don’t have any way of finding out,” I say. 

A wide smile spreads across his face and his hand wraps itself around the back of my neck as he pushes me toward the bed. “Oh, I have ways baby,” he says. 

He bends me over the bed, my cheek pressed firmly against the mattress as his free hand works its way into my thong. The feeling of him touching me for the first time in weeks instantly breaks me and I melt into the bed, burying my face into the fabric to muffle my moan. 

“You’re soaking wet,” he says, then slides his finger inside of me. “You’re still so tight, though. You never felt so small when I was done with you so he’s either got a small dick or you didn’t fuck him,” he chuckles.

“Stop Vinnie,” I say softly, still in outer space from his hands on me. I start to reach around to push his hand away but a sharp smack to my ass catches me off guard and makes me stay still. 

“You gonna make me hunt his sorry ass down and ask him?” He says.

That’s enough to make me come back to reality. “What?”

“You heard me,” he reaches forward, wrapping his hand around my throat and pulling me against him, my back against his chest. “Answer my god damn question, Y/n, I won’t ask you again. Did you fuck him?” His voice gets harsher at the end of the sentence.  

“No!” I push against him. 

“No, what?” He pushes back, harder.

“No, I didn’t fuck him you asshole.” 

He chuckles. “Thank god, baby. I don’t know what I would have done if you had… it wouldn’t have been good.” 

His words instantly trigger something in me, nanking me angry. Frustrated. Annoyed, even. As much as I’m thrilled I’ve obviously gotten to him, I can’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he won something here.

I push back against him again, this time he lets me move. “I should’ve, though,” I say, walking to the head of my bed and climbing in, getting comfortable under the covers.

“Should’ve what?” He says. He looks confused. 

“I should’ve fucked him. He was a good kisser,” I smile wide. “He had soft lips and was the perfect combination of rough and gentle as he grabbed me and pulled me toward him, sliding his tongue in with mine. God, it took my breath away.”

His eyes narrow and his demeanor turns from spiteful to cold. 

“He was cute, too, did you see him? Green eyes… you know I’m a sucker for green eyes. Perfect eyebrows. Good guy, too. Volunteers places, helps out the community. Spoiled me all night. I bet he’s a gentle lover, the type to really take his time with his girl. I definitely plan on seeing him again,” I giggle. “I can’t wait.” 

“Shut up,” he says sternly but quietly. 

“What? You jealous? Don’t like the idea of his hands on my body, his mouth on me. Licking me and sucking my clit, my tits, my neck… Cock deep inside me, sending me to magical highs while I moan his name, grinding against him, lost in the feeling like it’s just me and him in the whole world -“

“Shut the fuck up,” he storms over to me. I seal my lips, not daring to speak another word as I try to figure out just how far he’d go with his anger. I trust him not to hurt me or anything awful like that, but I’ve never seen this side of him before. 

He reaches down, yanking the covers off of me and pulling me to the side of the bed. 

“Vinnie, stop!” I say.

He doesn’t listen as he rips my thongs off my body. I might be protesting on the outside but if I’m honest, I’m secretly loving this. This is exactly what I wanted - for him to take control, show me some intense emotions, and show me how crazy I drive him. 

One of his hands takes hold of my wrists, holding them together as his free one slides his pants down along with his boxers. I try to get out his grip, ready to continue my objections but the look on his face catches my attention.

I can’t tell if it’s lust or anger or heartbreak in his eyes, but the look he’s giving me knocks the wind out of me and I can’t do anything except lay here for him. 

His cock is getting harder by the second as he takes it into his free hand, running it along my soaked slit. “Tell me if you don’t want this,” his grip on my wrists gets a little tighter. “You better tell me now.” 

I bite my lip, staying silent. I can’t lie to him and tell him I don’t. 

“Okay,” he says, sliding himself inside of me. 

It’s been weeks since I’ve had anything more than my skinny little vibrator in me so his cock sends a shockwave through me and evokes a loud groan from my throat. 

“Shhh,” he hushes me harshly. “You’re gonna wake the house up.” 

“Vinnie,” I whine. Waking the house up is the last thing I care about right now. He finally releases my wrists, grabbing my thighs to pull me closer to the edge of the bed. He pushes my legs back until my knees are nearly against my stomach. 

“You really wanted to fuck him?” He asks me, pressing his lips against my neck. 

I stay silent, focused less on his words and more on the pressure building rapidly between my legs. 

He pulls away and lays a sharp slap to my cheek. “Huh? You really wanted to fuck him?” He repeats a little louder. 

“Yeah,” I say. I don’t know why I said that, I’m in enough trouble as it is.

“You think he could fuck you like me?” His voice gets louder. He looks down and watches as he slides in and out of me. “Look at you, you pathetic girl. Literally a dripping mess for me, giving yourself to me even when you’re trying to convince me you don’t want me. You might be able to lie but that pretty little pussy is always gonna tell me the truth. Wet, clenching, and swollen around my cock.”

Oh my god.

I can’t keep up this act anymore, and I melt again, closing my eyes and letting him take complete control over me. Only cries mixed with little moans leave my throat as I relinquish myself to the pleasure. 

“I hate to break it to you, baby, but you’re never gonna get rid of me,” he picks up his pace, I swear he’s about to break me in half. “You’re mine,” his hand grips my chin. “You got it?” 

I nod yes. 

“Open your eyes,” he demands. “Look at me and tell me you’re mine.” I look up at him, his eyes look like they’re glistening.

“I - I,” I try to speak but the waves of ecstasy washing over me are scrambling my brain and I can barely understand him, let alone form a coherent sentence of my own. 

“You’re such a brat and you drive me fucking insane, you know that?” He says. “But you’re mine. My girl. No one else’s,” his thumb meets my clit and rubs it just enough to make me weep. 

“You’ll never, ever belong to anyone else. I worked too hard to get you, and I tried so hard to keep you,” he admits, his tone turning softer. “I’ve done my best to control myself when it comes to you, didn’t wanna scare you off. But I heard you talking to Mia, saying you wanted me to… what? Act crazier for you? I’ll show you fucking crazy if you want it baby.” 

“Fuck,” I whine. His words are exactly what I needed to hear to push me over the edge. My orgasm consumes me almost instantly, making my eyes roll back. Pure fucking bliss. I’m his. 

“Good girl,” he chuckles through his own heavy breathing. “Cumming for me like my good little girl.” 

Another groan escapes my throat and I open my eyes to look at him as I realize he doesn’t plan on stopping yet. “Vinnie… sensitive,” I mumble. 

“Yeah, what about it? I should make you cum so many times you cry,” he says. His voice is full of spite. 

“Please let me just…” my sentence trails as I moan. 

“Be quiet.” 

I nod, keeping my mouth closed. 

With his hand wrapped around her wrist, he pulls her to the bedroom and shuts the door behind them. Her heart is beating fast, nervous for what’s going to come next since she decided to be a brat all day. It’s not like she wanted to, she’s just been frustrated lately with how busy he’s been lately and felt jealous that he’s been spending more time with his friends than with her. 

He pulls her to the bed, and makes her sit on the edge of it, not saying a word as he looks down at her. He’s angry, that’s for sure. Maybe even disappointed, but she’s more worried about the first emotion. She frowns, trying her best to look remorseful and the look on her face doesn’t go unnoticed by him. He lets out a small chuckle, wrapping his hand around her chin. “Don’t look at me like that, baby.” 

“Like what?” She asks innocently, but she knows exactly what she’s doing. If she plays her cards right, she might be able to get him out of his bad mood and make him all soft hearted for her with a few bats of her lashes and a pouty lip. But today she seems to be out of luck when his only response to her get-out–of-trouble tactics is a sarcastic laugh and a harshened grip on her face before he finally lets her go. 

His hands move to his waist, and her stomach turns. If there’s one thing he’s conditioned her to know, it’s to be afraid of that. That rattling of the buckle as he pulls his belt through the loops on his jeans. She swallows and the tears start to flow. “Please don’t! I swear I’ll be good, I - I didn’t mean to be -” 

“You know the deal,” he cuts her off, folding the belt over in his hands, ready to be used. “For every 10 seconds you argue with me, I add 3 more smacks.”

She stiffens and scoots back on the bed a little, blinking the tears from her eyes to try to clear her blurry vision. “But I wasn’t even trying to be -” 

“8…” he starts to count. 

“Please!”

“9…” 

“Okay!” 

He bites back his disappointment with her, hoping she’d put up more of a fight to give him an excuse to draw this out with how she’s been acting. He nods and waves his hand for her to move forward. “Stand up, pull your pants down.” 

She scoots forward, placing her feet on the ground and slowly pulls her pants down, being sure to keep the waterworks going as much as possible with exaggerated sniffles hoping he’d change his mind. Once her pants are off, she looks up at him. 

“Panties too.” 

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, frustrated that she’s getting nowhere with him, but she complies and pulls her underwear down. She brings her hands in front of her to keep herself covered below the waist as he sits on the edge of the bed himself now and patting his lap, silently guiding her to lay over his knees. 

She bends over him, gripping the sheets in front of her to brace herself for the first strike. The sudden feeling of his hand on her ass makes her flinch and yelp and he laughs. “S’just my hand,” he says, a mocking tone hidden in his voice. 

“Just get it over with, please,” she begs, burying her face into the bed. 

“All this fuss for a few spankings,” he snickers. He pushes her legs apart and runs his hand between her thighs, feeling the pooling wetness. “You’re wet? You’re not supposed to enjoy this.” 

“I don’t,” she squeaks out. 

“You’re lying, brat. And you can try to get away with it but your body doesn’t lie, princess,” he smiles. She feels him hardening under her stomach, and she can’t help but feel a little betrayed at how he could be turned on by her tears and pleads - and how her own body seems to enjoy this more than she wants to.

“You know what? Get up,” he says suddenly.

Her face twists in confusion and she looks back at him. Maybe she is getting through to him. She bites back a smile, and moves to her knees beside him and he stands, grabbing the bottom hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, leaving her completely naked on the bed.  

“You’re such a gross little girl,” he says. She can see the disappointment on his face and her heart sinks at his words. 

“What?” 

“Getting turned on by your daddy spanking you?” He lifts his shirt over his head and pulls his pants down. “That’s gross.” 

She gasps and feels her face flush hot with embarrassment. “But you always say -” 

“Shhh,” he hushes her. “I know it’s my fault. All those times I spoiled you, let you get your way. From the first time you came crying to me about your aching cunny and you spread those legs for me, so precious and sweet,” he climbs on the bed, laying her back. “I just haven’t been able to say no to you, not once. Now it’s all you think about, huh princess?” 

“Mhmm,” she nods, looking up at him. His weight pushes her further into the mattress as he lays against her, pressing his lips to the sweet spot on her neck. Her arms and legs wrap around him like it’s basic instinct now as she embraces his warmth. 

“Turned my little girl into a cock hungry slut,” he smiles against her skin and runs his tongue across her neck, making her body shudder. “It’s my fault. That’s probably why you’ve been so mean lately, isn’t it? Daddy not making you feel good enough? Not giving you enough attention?” 

His words stir up her emotions and a burning feeling spreads through her chest and down to her stomach as she starts to cry again, harder this time. Sobs and hiccups spill from her throat and she grips him harder. “I’ve been so lonely, you work so much!”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he rests his forehead against hers. “I don’t mean to be, you know that. I have to work, though, so I can spoil you with everything you want.” 

“I just want you,” she whispers. “Just you.”

“Aww, I love you,” he says softly, peppering her face with kisses. “I love you,” kiss “I love you,” kiss “I love you,” kiss.

“I love you too,” she squeezes him tighter. 

“Look at me, baby,” he tilts her chin up. “I’m gonna take care of you. Always. I promise.” 

“I know,” she nods with a tiny smile.

He smiles and pushes his hand between her thighs, spreading her legs apart and brushing his thumb against her clit. “You feeling needy, princess? Hmm?” 

“Yeah,” she breathes, closing her eyes. 

“What do you need? 

A soft groan leaves her mouth and her hands grip his biceps hard, leaving indents of her nails in his skin. “Wanna play with you, daddy.” 

“Like this?” He slides a finger inside her and leans down to kiss her stomach. 

Suddenly it feels like all her blood is pulled to her face. Heat rushes through her body making it feel like it’s 10° warmer in the house, and a high moan slips through her lips. “Yeah,” she barely manages to whisper. 

His mouth opens wider against her, dragging his tongue from the middle of her stomach down to her hips - an agonizingly slow pace that sends ripples of pleasure down her spine. 

He smiles, using his free hand to grip her thigh and hold her steady as she wiggles under his touch. He positions his face between her thighs, still running his tongue along the way until he’s right over her clit. “Mm fuck, I won’t ever get enough of you, my pretty girl,” he smiles up at her, admiring the way she looks from this angle; her heavy breathing and parted lips, that precious little smile spread across her face with her tongue pressed against the back of her top row of teeth as she waits for him to do more. Truly a sight he’ll never get tired of. 

He pushes his tongue flat against her core, letting his breath come out hot as he works her and holding pressure right over the spot that makes her legs shake every time - and just like turning on a switch, she starts to vibrate. She whines at the overwhelming feeling, her legs wrap around his head like she never wants is to stop but the upper half of her starts to pull away from him. 

“Stop moving,” he says. “Thought you wanted this?” 

“I - it’s,” she moans, squeezing her eyes shut. 

His smile returns, this time with more sinister thoughts. “It’s what?” He taunts, sliding his finger inside of her and going right back to the spot that makes her shake before she can answer. 

“S’too much,” she breaths. She grips the bed beside her, knuckles turning white against the sheets as she tries to buckle down and take what he gives her. She did ask for this after all, she can’t complain now. 

Knowing he’s got her right where he wants her, he picks up his pace, feverishly going at her while curling his finger right against that spongy spot inside and within no time, she’s tumbling over the edge with incoherent cries mixed with moans. 

He draws it out for as long as possible, and even when he thinks she’s done, he keeps going until she’s begging for him to stop - only then does he finally pull away, letting her breathe and relax. 

It doesn’t last long, though, before he’s back on top of her, letting his weight sit heavy over her body. “Open,” he says softly, bringing his thumb to her lips. She looks up at him with the best doe eyes and drops her mouth, knowing exactly what he wants to do. 

He smiles down at her, pleased with himself at how well he’s got her willing to do just about anything he asks. He spits, letting it drop on her tongue before he pushes his thumb in her mouth to suck on. “Swallow,” he coaxes. 

She swallows, taking her time to run her tongue along this thumb and smile back at him, then opens to show him she did what he asked. 

“Good girl, baby.”

She giggles, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around him, so tired now she feels like she could fall asleep right here. But the kisses he’s pressing along her collarbone keep her alert. 

Noticing how dazed she is, he chuckles. “Don’t quit on me yet, honey. We haven’t even gotten to the best part,” he teases, running his tongue across her ear. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too,” she coos back at him.

He slides his boxers off and pushes her knees to her stomach. “Ready?” He asks, but of course not giving her time to answer as he pushes into her. 

She moans, her body almost resisting it at first from the stimulation but the further he pushes, she relaxes to draw him in until he’s bottomed out. 

“You always fit around me just right, princess,” he groans, pulling out and pushing back in again. He starts with a steady and slow pace, being gentle with her and savoring every bit of her with all his senses; the fruity scent of her freshly washed hair, the heat coming off her body, her soft skin, the whines she’s letting out. It’s all too good.

Moments like this remind him of just how much he really does love her, even when she’s bratty, even if they spend days apart going about their lives. He knows he’ll always find his way back to her, though, and back inside on top of her. She’s his most prized thing in life, the one he’d do absolutely anything for. 

She needs him, too. He never falters in taking care of her physically or emotionally, always seeing right through her facades. It may not be the most accepted thing to say these days and she could never admit it out loud but if she’s deeply honest with herself, she wants nothing more than to exist for him. To be his lover, his friend, whatever he needs. She just wants to be taken care of in return, never having to worry about the burdens of adulthood and being independent. 

She moved her hands up his back, resting them on the nape of his neck as she kisses his cheek. She grinds her hips down to meet his thrusts, her clit rubbing just right against his body every time, leaving her mind stupefied in pleasure. 

As the minutes go on, his pace gets faster and harder, their verbal exchanges fall away to slurred words and moans until they both fall out, making her clench around him to milk him of every last bit of his release. 

“Ahh, fuck, daddy. It’s so good,” she moans, throwing her head back and scratching her nails down his back. After a few more groans from him, he all but collapses on top of her, both of them sweaty and breathing heavy. 

He pulls his face from her neck and smiles, laying a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling out of her carefully, and bringing her knees together to try to keep what’s inside her from spilling out but it wasn’t quick enough to stop it. His head still dizzied, he can’t help but get entranced at the sight of her like this, looking so pretty laid out for him and helplessly clinging to his hand on her knee. 

He bites his lip and uses his finger to push what came out back inside and closes her legs tighter before turning her on her side and nuzzling behind her, wrapping his arms around her. He brings his fingers to her mouth. “Clean em off,” he says softly, pushing them past her lips. 

She opens without hesitation, sucking his fingers clean and pulling them back out with a small pop and a smile. 

He chuckles and kisses her temple. “Good, baby. Did you get what you needed?”

“Mhmm,” she nods, pushing her back against his body. “Thank you.”

“Hey, can you hear me?” He asks.

“Yeah, I can hear you!” The melodic sound of her voice instantly brightens his mood and he smiles.

“Alright,” he chuckles.

“Are you live yet?”

“No, not yet,” he shakes his head.

“Me either. While I have you alone, I wanted to ask you what you thought about something,” her tone turns quieter, almost shy.

He cocks his head to the side and leans forward a bit, excitedly wondering what she’s going to say. “Yeah?”

She takes a deep breath before speaking nervously. “I uh… well. I thought about doing a face reveal tomorrow,” she says.

His jaw drops and his heart starts to flutter. A small burning feeling builds in his stomach at the thought of it - finally seeing her for the first time.

She’s well known in the gaming community, and her faceless streams are notorious. She’s never once shown her face to him or her own audience, which is impressive considering she’s managed to amass nearly as many followers on here as he has, and is coming closer by the day to even outgrowing him on the platform.

She’s thought about doing a face reveal many times before but the idea of it is overwhelming to her. She’s always been tucked away, safely behind the screen and free of judgment or ridicule. Completely anonymous, except for her first name. Coming out of that safety is going to feel like breaking out of a cocoon.

She’s given small descriptors of herself; specifically of her hair color, eye color, and skin tone but that’s all. It’s been enough to elicit many drawings and various forms of fan art from her viewers of their best guesses and fantasy versions of her, though.

And they’re all quite flattering but at the end of the day, those fan arts are just that… fantasies and guesses. And he’s spent many restless nights nearly driving himself crazy wondering what she really looks like.

He quickly realizes his mouth is hanging open and corrects it before speaking again, trying his best to play it cool. “Yeah! I think that sounds like a great idea,” he smiles.

“Really? I’m pretty nervous about it,” she says softly.

“Why?”

“I feel like most of the reason people follow me is because of the mystery surrounding me. Once that mystery is gone, people might lose interest,” she admits.

“What?” He shakes his head adamantly. “No, they won’t. I mean, I think the mystery is exciting but people follow you because you’re… you. You’re funny, you’re great at literally every game you play, you’re extremely engaging. People love it. People love you, not your mystery,” he says.

On the other side of the screen, his kind words make her smile. “Thank you, Vinnie. That means a lot to me.”

“Of course… only do it if you’re comfortable, though,” he says, then pauses and wonders if he should say the next thing he’s thinking. But the pause doesn’t last long before his voice takes on a mind of its own and the words come out before he can stop them. “I’ve gotta admit, I’ve always wondered what you look like. Not that it really matters, but I’ve always been eager to put a face to your lovely voice.”

She takes in a small gasp, blushing harshly at his words as a burn creeps through her chest.

‘Lovely voice”

He’s always been fairly sweet to her but he’s never said anything like that before.

Is he flirting with me? She thinks to herself.

She’s always found him to be quite attractive, like most girls do. And though she’d have a hard time admitting it, a small part of the reason she’s so nervous is because he’d get to see her and the thought of that is intimidating.

She shakes her head as if to shake her thoughts away. There’s no way he, Vinnie Hacker, is flirting with her when he’s got millions of girls at his feet at any given moment. One of those fashion influencers or models would surely be his pick over her when he’s never even laid eyes on her before.

No, he’s definitely just being nice, she thinks.

She swallows and clears her throat. “I uh - um… okay,” she stutters. As soon as the words leave her mouth, her hands immediately cover her face as she scolds herself for her response.

Dummy, she thinks, mocking herself.

He was hoping for a better response. He quickly looks down, trying to hide his confusion while wondering if she felt weirded out by what he said.

“I didn’t mean that in like… a weird way,” he says, trying to redeem himself.

Her heart sinks and her stomach turns but she quickly tries to adjust her emotions.

Ugh, of course he wasn’t flirting with me but I knew that already, she reasons with herself.

“Oh, I know. I didn’t think you did. I’m just uh,” she pauses briefly. “I guess I’m just kinda out of it today… I didn’t sleep well or something. My mind isn’t with it right now, sorry if I sound weird,” she says.

“You don’t,” he smiles at the camera to hide his disappointment.

“Okay,” seeing his smile relaxes her a little and she takes a small breath. “Okay, then. Tomorrow it is.”

“I’m excited!” His voice is enthusiastic, making her smile again. “You mind if me and my stream join when you do it? Or… if not, I totally understand. It may be overwhelming as it is.”

“Uh,” she thinks for a moment, then figures the clips are probably going to make rounds on the internet anyway so a few thousand more for the live reveal won’t make much of a difference. “I guess that would be fine! I might even need your support… it’d be nice to have a friendly presence with me.”

“Definitely,” he chuckles, trying not to blush at her words. “Okay, then. Just let me know when you’re ready to go on tomorrow.”

“Will do!”

“Alright,” he says. “You ready to get into this game?”