the position you were in was nasty — bent over the arm of the couch as your boyfriend ate you out from behind.

all that was heard from the two of you was the loud sounds of vinnie’s mouth on you and your moans.

he needed this, craved it like it was some drug. you knew vinnie’s favorite thing was to eat you out, but you didn’t know he loved it this much.

“pussy s’fuckin’ good, baby.” you hear your boyfriend slur as he laps up your wetness.

he moves one of your legs to rest over the arm of the chair before spreading your asscheeks apart.

he shakes his head back and forth as his tongue prods at your entrance at a fast pace.

you grip at the couch in front of you, needing something to steady yourself.

your legs are shaking, the movements of the blonde’s mouth is almost too much for you to handle.

“doin’ so good for me, pretty girl.” vinnie praises against you, his chin covered in your wetness.

you couldn’t see him, seeing as you’re facing the other way, but you could definitely feel him, and it felt amazing.

vinnie continues to suck at your clit while also grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling it slightly.

a moan escapes your lips and vinnie smiles against your clit. no words are exchanged, just the filthy sound of his mouth on you.

vinnie watches you clench around nothing when he removes his mouth from you. he smirks, moving his hand up to you, gliding his finger against you.

his mouth attacks your clit again as he carefully pushes a finger into you, eliciting a whine from you.

“baby.” is all your able to get out before vinnie flips you around.

he smiles at you as he moves you to lay on the couch while he kneels in front of you.

he spreads you apart again, taking a real good look at you before kissing your clit.

“look at you,” his voice is deep, he’s completely submerged in this moment, in you. “prettiest fuckin’ pussy.” he doesn’t even finish his sentence before he’s back on you.

you fist his hair in your hands as his skilled mouth sucks at you again.

you squeeze your thighs around him which instantly makes vinnie moan into your heat.

he can’t get enough of you, you’re just too sweet. his nose nudges your clit and that’s what pushes you over the edge, not being able to warn vinnie beforehand.

you squeeze your thighs around him as you cum, making him moan into you once again which only spurs you on more.

“vinnie, please.” you’re a whining, shaking mess as he continues to not let up on you.

he’s too into this moment, almost like he’s drunk on the taste of you.

“c’mon baby, gimme another.” he rasps against you as he lifts his hand up to you, pushing the substance that slid out of you back into you again.

it was filthy really, but so hot at the same time. vinnie wraps his arms around your thighs, lifting you up just a bit as he helps you grind your pussy into him, riding his face.

the stimulation of his mouth and you grinding into him, it’s all too much as you moan out for him again.

“that’s it baby, i know you’re close. give it to me, mama.” he encourages you.

your breathing is heavy and skin is glistening in sweat as you move your hips on him one more time before you cum again on his face.

vinnie takes it all with a satisfied groan once he feels you let go. you look down at him as he looks up at you through his lashes.

he’s not done with you yet, he’s only gotten two orgasms out of you so far, that wasn’t enough for him.

“n-no more vinnie, please.” you try and plead with him as you feel his fingers on you now.

vinnie tsks, looking up at you with the sweetest eyes. “sensitive?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

you nod as you feel his lips on you again, he kisses you once more, making you clench your legs.

“can’t stop now, princess,” vinnie mutters. “pussy’s too sweet, i can’t get enough.”

you buck your hips up against his face again when you feel him suck on your clit. you grip his hair, tugging as you feel his tongue on you.

the taste of you is too good he can’t let up, even if he wants too.

“love when i have you like this, don’t you baby?” he asks as you tilt your head back. “love feelin’ my mouth on your sweet pussy, huh?”

you moan at his words as they go in one ear and out the other at this point. you don’t know anything besides the feeling of vinnie’s mouth on your cunt.

the wet sounds are filthy as they merge in with your and vinnie’s combined moans.

he grips your thighs, absolutely with no doubt creating bruises that’ll appear the next day.

he moves his mouth from your cunt to the inside of your thighs, creating hickeys along them before continuing what he was doing.

“f-fuck, mouth feels s’good vin.” you whine out as you feel his tongue against you once again.

vinnie moans into you at the praise which spurs you on and you instinctively buck your hips up into him.

he lifts his face mere inches as he sees the white substance leak out of you. he smirks, his fingers find your pussy again and he spreads them along your folds.

he pushes the cum that has spilled out of you back inside, making you moan when you feel his finger inside you.

“gonna-“ you cut yourself off with a moan when you feel not only his finger but his moth on you. “shit!”

vinnie hums, loving the effort he has on you as you do him. “one more pretty, c’mon.” he urges.

you grind against him as you moan out profanities along with his name as you cum on his mouth for the third time that night.

you’re completely spent but vinnie doesn’t seem to care, too drunk and lost on your pretty, glistening, pussy.

he looks up at you as he glides his finger along your folds, collecting the substance.

“open,” he says once he’s face to face with you. you see your juices on his chin and smile.

you open your mouth to happily invite his index finger into your mouth. vinnie hums as he watches you suck his finger clean.

“good girl,” he praises as you keep the smile plastered on your face. “did so good f’me.”

he kisses you properly and you melt into it before pulling away after a few seconds.

vinnie tells you he’ll be right back and goes to grab a warm washcloth.

he carefully wipes up your thighs as you watch him. you gasp when you feel his fingers on you again, the sensitivity skyrocketing.

“vinnie.” you say warningly, making him look up at you with a smirk.

he finishes cleaning you up with one finally kiss to your cunt, making you whine. he helps dress you for the night before dressing himself.

his mind is a bit hazy still, so you help him come down by laying in bed snuggled together as you trace meaningless patterns on his chest.

before the two of you know it you’re both asleep in each others arms.

PUSSYDRUNK!VINNIE PUSSYDRUNK!VINNIE PUSSYDRUNK!VINNIE PUSSYDRUNK!VINNIE 🫦🫦

i hope you guys loved this as much as i loved writing it !! <33

the bright sun peaking into the curtains of your shared room with your boyfriend is what woke you up.

you stretch your legs before you roll over and face your boyfriend. you were met with his back, having snuggled into him the night before.

you smile before carefully scratching his back, making the boy in front of you moan softly at the feeling of your nails on his skin.

you stop when you feel him shift, not knowing if he’s awake or still asleep.

“keep going.” the rasp in his voice makes you smile as you continue to scratch lightly on his skin.

vinnie smiles at the feeling of your nails against him. he wants to turn over but he’s loving this small intimate moment with you.

after awhile you stop he turns over, smiles plastered on both your faces as you look at each other with so much love and admiration.

“morning, pretty girl.” vinnie strokes your cheek softly, you lean into his touch and kiss his hand.

you smile, not ever getting enough of how affectionate he is with you.

“morning, vin.” you whisper, feeling as if you talked normally you’d interrupt what he’s doing.

he kisses your cheek and pulls away to look at you once again.

he can’t get enough of how beautiful you are, how much you love him, how much he loves you. sometimes it’s all too much.

he’s never felt this immense amount of love for someone, never knew this was even possible.

when you came into his life, he knew he had to have you, to be with you forever.

four years later and you both have never been happier and have never been more in love.

“what do you wanna do today?” your sweet, soft voice breaks him out of his thoughts.

his fingers don’t stop their movement on your cheek, and it’s taking everything in you not to gush at how cute your boyfriend is being.

“wanna do this,” vinnie says before kissing you softly. “lay here, with you until we have to get up.”

you move his hand so it’s on your mouth and you kiss it softly before holding it in yours.

vinnie grabs your waist and moves you into him so you’re up against his chest.

your fingers find their home on his bare chest and you rake them across the tattoos that are visible in your reach.

vinnie kisses your head as he rubs your back and holds you close. there is absolutely nothing more he could ask for right now.

mornings with you are his favorite things in the world.

touchy!matt, who held tightly onto your hands durring stressful situations that would bug him, or you. when something was wrong with either one of you guys, he'd be the first to grab ahold of your hands, providing comfort to the both of you. a silent way of saying he was there for you, vice versa.

touchy!matt, who would nudge his head into the crook of your neck when he was sleepy, feeling his breath fan onto your skin as he breathed in your scent.

touchy!matt, who would spoon you when he already found you asleep, wanting nothing more than to fall into slumber alongside you, intertwined.

touchy!matt, who, when walking too long, say at a mall, notices how bad your feet ached, your limps getting worse as he winced, offering to carry you home. whether it was a piggyback or bridal style, it always took you by surprise just how far he was willing to go so you wouldn't hurt.

touchy!matt, who wanted to lay his head on your lap everytime you watched movies together.

touchy!matt, who loves to say how much he hated the corny shit couples would do, but when the music was just right, and it was late at night, he would jokenly take your hands for a slow dance.

at first you two trip over each other's feet with laughter, but the minute flies, and next thing you knew, you two were swaying against the rhythm of the music, your hands intertwined with the other as he swallowed, lifting his hand to twirl you around, pulling you back in as you rested the side of your head on his chest, continuing to sway to the song.

touchy!matt, who loved giving you forehead kisses, planting them on your head every morning and night, soothing your hair back.

touchy!matt, who craved hugs from you every 4-5 business days, the ones where he crawls on top of you in bed, crushing you so tightly and held it, wanting to feel you chest to chest with him, loving the steady beat of your hearts thumping against each other.

touchy!matt, who would specifically kiss the tiny freckles, moles, or birthmarks on your body, it didn't matter where they were, he wanted even the indifferent parts of your body to feel whole, and his.

touchy!matt, who would always guide your palm to his dick, using your hands to show you just how much he needed you.

touchy!matt, whose favorite position is missionary, loving to see your pretty face scrunch up and whimper because of him, wanting to see the expressions that slipped from your grasp because of him.

touchy!matt, who would eat your tits whole, if he could. spreading open mouthed kisses on them all the way down your stomach, feeling your hand instinctively grip onto his hair when he'd bring his kisses lower.

touchy!matt, who'd chuckle at your neediness for more of his tongue, sending soft vibration through your cunt.

touchy!matt, who would bite your lip when he got desperate when making out. when you'd pull away gasping for air, he'd only just drag your bottom lip back to him with his teeth, needing more of you.

touchy!matt, who'd lock both your hands over your head as he rams into you, his hands pressing against your hand hard on the bedsheets, sliding his fingers past his palms and through the separations of your fingers, interwhining them as his speed quickens and your moans get louder.

touchy!matt, who was also a sucker for slow, intimate and sloppy sex. the kind that leaves you sweaty and full of thoughts, the kind where he can take his time and lick every part of your body, taking his time to memorize every inch with it.

touchy!matt, who would get whiny and bratty if you ignored him for too long, petty enough to return the favor, which would only piss you off more. he didn't like seeing you angry, but oh how he loved it.

touchy!matt, who traces the lines of your lips with his fingers.

touchy!matt, who is on the edge of getting a tattoo decicated to you.

touchy!matt, who acts like he doesn't know about your fantasies of wanting to ride his nose.

touchy!matt, who always felt like he wanted to dig himself into your skin and wear you like a cloak.

"yeah, i think you've brought that up once or twice, matt."

"i just want to put you on and zip you up, maybe when im inside you i could finally feel close enough to you." he rambles.

"i could think of a few way you could put yourself inside me." you blinked up at him.