WARNING, mentions of blood and a fight. the coronavirus didn't happen in this imagine. small sexual acts and dialogue throughout the imagine.
NOTES, i thought this had to be made.
the music felt as if it was going through y/n's body. probably because she was high and drank too much vodka. currently, she was dancing with maddy and marissa, their bodies swaying against one another while
y/n held a small cup of vodka.
a song the three girl's by heart came up next and they all screamed, thrill rushing through their veins. "it's our song, bitches!" y/n yelled, too drunk to jump up and down.
"bro, i'm so happy i'm here with you guys," marissa exclaimed and hugged her two friends, placing friendly kisses on their cheeks. "i'd go crazy if shane didn't let me come with you guys."
"i know!" y/n laughed, "vinnie gets so overprotective sometimes and it's so fucking annoying. like chill, jesus christ—"
an arm snaking around y/n's waist interrupted her mid-sentence which her drunk self whip around and push him off of her. "get the fuck off of me, you dick head," she spat.
marissa and maddy instantly asked if their friend was all right, giving the guy dead worthy glares.
"you just looked so hot dancing here," the guy tried to touch y/n again, but a fist punched his jaw out of nowhere. "bro— what the fuck!"
"she told you to get the fuck off of her," vinnie scorned and circled around to his girlfriend. "baby, are you okay?"
"yeah, i'm fine," she gave him a drunk smile. "i just wanna go home," she wiggled her eyebrows and rubbed her thighs together to make some friction.
suddenly, the guy turned vinnie around and threw his knuckles at vinnie's nose. y/n gasped and slipped her heels off her feet before hitting the man with them. she didn't care where the shiny shoes hit the man, she just wanted a few bruises, letting him know that he got hit by a woman.
once vinnie got off the ground, he grabbed her waist and tossed her behind him before punching any place he could get to on the guy's body.
—
the car ride was silent. y/n was sobering up because vinnie had gotten into a fight and she couldn't help but rub her thighs together for some friction. "i just wanna let you know," she voiced, gazing over at the bruised up vinnie. "i would like you to fuck the shit out of me tonight."
he rolled his eyes, "not tonight, y/n. i just got in a fucking fight and that's what you're gonna say?"
"yes."
"it's because you're drunk," y/n felt he said that more to himself than her. but, it didn't stop her from going onto her knees and placing her hand on his thigh. "y/n—"
"i'm not drunk anymore, vin," she hissed. "you always make me sober up with your handsome ass. like jesus christ, vincent, look at yourself."
he didn't say anything. he didn't acknowledge her compliment, more so. his knuckles started turning white from how tight he was gripping the steering wheel. his eyes glanced over at y/n; her skirt had ridden up a bit, showing off some of her thigh. her v-neck shirt was showing off more cleavage that he had enjoyed.
"you can be so fucking tight sometimes, vinnie." y/n uttered, turning her head over to her boyfriend.
"what the fuck did you just say?"
"i said what i fucking said, you dick," she sneered. "you can be so fucking tight sometimes. why can't you fuck me tonight? is it because i'm drunk and it's not gonna be memorable because i'm gonna forget tomorrow?"
"it's not—"
"oh, really? then, what is it—"
suddenly, the car whipped to a right and halted to a stop. vinnie's hand grasped her throat, his grip tightening a little. annoyance was still laced in her eyes, along with his; but instead of annoyance, it was lust and frustration. "i don't mind fucking the shit out of you right here, you little slut."
"what's stopping you?" her voice came out as a low whisper, not trusting herself because all she wanted was to let out was a small moan from how gorgeous he looked at the moment; plus with his hand around her throat.
he studied her face expression for a second before running his thumb across her bottom lip and slipping it further beyond her plump lips. he leaned in to her neck, his lips leaving a few wet kisses on her neck leading up to her ear. "what's stopping me is your fucking attitude."
