This was made by my bestie bae, Empz_Wife!! All credit goes to them for this chapter
[Female Pronouns/Body used!!]
[TW! Brief mention of blood, lots of cursing.]
Its a sunny day in Inkopolis, so you made you way to Crusty Sean’s, the local food truck, to get you and your newest boyfriend, Vintage, some sandwiches. You found your good friend, Emperor, working his late lunch shift. “Hello, darling~” His famous smirk flashing on his face. Emperor’s eyes slowly glazed up and down you form, taking you all in, imagining what he could do if that egotistical Vintage wasnt in his way. You could feel Vintage’s flaming red on your back. He was watching your every movement, to the sway of your hips and soft thump your shoes made when they hit the floor, walking. He was mesmerized with you. As you ordered, you made sure to be overly affectionate with the golden employee, teasing Vintage. You were only feeding Emperor’s imagination when you tucked your hair behind your ear and sent him your most “innocent” smile. You could almost hear Vintage’s anger fuming.
Emperor had finished your order, and when he handed your hot order to your hands, he made sure to slide his hand into yours. As you walked back with your food, you could feel a paper crinkling in your hand. You opened to see a piece of paper in your hand. *for my queen ~ [King’s phone number]* You were broken from your entranced amusement, when you felt a hand grab your arm and force you to sit. “Sit down, [Y/N]” You could hear the slight forced growl in his voice as he demanded you. Snatching the paper out of your hand, searching it. “What the fuck.” He sounded more angry at you and Emperor. 'How dare you keep his number. If you thought you were anyone’s but Vintage’s, you thought wrong.' Vintage tore the paper and threw it on the ground, knowing some fangirl would find it and be happy. 'Whatever' You both ate in silence, knowing something was wrong. Deciding to break the tension, you spoke, “What’s wro-“ You were sharply cut off. “Do you have any plan’s today?” “Uhh, I have some plans with Emper-“ “Cancel.” Not a suggestion, a demand. He demanded you. Who did he think he was. “I can’t… Weve been planning for weeks-“ “You think I fucking care? Cancel it now, [Y/N]. Dont disobey me.” You smirked, something you picked up from your friend. Vintage hated than man with his guts. If you can’t listen, hell make you listen. You were also slightly amused by his reaction. Little did he know, you had absolutely no plans tomorrow, other than lay in bed. But that just might still be in cards, if you can still after tonight.
“I cant just cancel! This is important.” Vintage rose, quickly, not caring if anyone saw. He wanted you to be embarrassed. Time the woman learned her lesson. “You think that man is more important than me, your husband”, he paused for a moment to grab your chin to make his point, “I better be on your top list of priorities with the way I make you feel. No one else could fuck you the way I do. You fucking, whore.” He didn’t give you one word to get in before he pulled you away and shoved you gently into his car, waiting for you to get buckled, to shut the door. “Where are we going?” You asked confused. “Home. Were going home and your going to learn who better deserves your attention.” Vintage slid a cold and smooth hand up your thigh, closing to your inner thigh. He rest his right hand there as he started the car, the beginning rumble shaking the car. You both drove in silence, but around after 5 minutes you spoke. “Your jealous, aren’t you, Vinny? Didn’t think you were the jealous type Vintage…” You could could feel his grip on you, so tight you could see some veins popping on his arm and hand. He seemed to tense at the new nickname. You took note to call that again. He said nothing, his grip speaking for him.
You arrived home a little shaken. You weren’t expecting such a large reaction. You sat in the car, waiting for him to open the door for you. He didn’t. Opening the car door, to see him shuffling in his pockets for his keys. “Vintage, slow down!” Again, he said nothing. You grabbed on his arm, acting like a little innocent school girl. You tried to hide you smirk. He pushed the door open and took advantage of your grip on his arm to drag to your shared bedroom. He turned around just for a moment to give **that** look. Fuck, he was really angry… or rather jealous. “Calm down. You’re being so so dramatic. Emperor didn’t mean anything by that” You fell backside to the bed, your boyfriend’s arms on your shoulder. He spoke, finally. “You say one more word about that man, ill fuck it out of your mouth, [Y/N].” You were breathless. Your name in his mouth sounded like a plea for help. You were his angel. Vintage lifted you up just for a moment to slide you up higher in the bed so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable against the mattress. “Yeah, well go ahead. Lets see if youre as good as Emperor…, Vinny” You smiled. You felt the mattress around you dent deeper, and the grip on your shoulder’s got harder. Hed take your consent and use it. To the best of his ability. Wrapping one hand around you waist, not to hard, the other sliding up under your hoodie shirt to quickly grope at your chest before pulling HIS hoodie over your head, along with HIS over sized shirt. You saw his questionable expression. “What? I cant get enough of you.” You replies softly. “Not enough”, he grunted. He couldn't get enough of you, and if he ever did, Emperor wouldn’t get anything. Vintage gently lifted you up towards his chest and try at your bra clip. You peppered his toned chest with kisses, your lips soft against his skin. He loved the feeling of you when you were this close. You could hear a disgruntled sigh close to your ear. Vintage couldn’t seem to get your clip, so you reached around and guided his hands through the way. “They you are, Vinny”, you said as he tossed the bra violently across the room, tired with it and tired with you. Pushing you back down, he pressed his lips passionately against yours. His hands felt you up, wanting his hands all over you. You would know his touch by the end of the night, if you didn’t already. “Fuck, Vinny. Slow down-“ “Don’t tell me what to do!” He practically yelled into your mouth. To shut you up, he shoved his tongue into your open mouth, accepting him. You fought for dominance, not to odd, he won. Vintage explored your mouth, resting his forearm next your head to steady himself. His other hand sliding up your skirt just to hook his long, pale, thin fingers around the edge and pulled HARD. He practically ripped your undergarments. You gasped at the cold air hitting your lower area. He officially ripped you of all clothing.
You tugged at your jealous boyfriend’s tank top, not wanting to be the only one fully unclothed. The hand once around your hips was now holding your own above your head. “You are not allowed to touch me. If you did, your just digging a deeper hole for yourself. So think twice about touching yourself or me. Don’t move.” Vintage leaned up from towering over you, and he slid his shirt over his head, his chest screaming at you to touch him. Your hand flinched upwards to feel him, but you thought better, hoping he didn’t notice. Reaching down to the hem of his sweat pants, he pulled down. Your eyes traveled down, tracing his curves in your mind. You’ve seen him naked before during past sex sessions, but you’ll always be amazed by his beauty. Almost made you feel guilty for flirting with Emperor. Almost. This was almost too good to be true. Vintage leaned back down, towering over you again. “Now, you’ll get to know what its like to be restrained and in pain, [Y/N]” Vintage grabbed you by your calf and lifted your leg over his strong shoulders. You felt safe in his arms.
Being mesmerized by his shining beauty, you didn’t notice the cock thrusting hard and violently into you. You were extremely aroused before than, so it didn’t hurt too much, but COD you were being stretched. Your hands scratching at your palm, reminding you not to scratch at your own lover’s back. “Fuck. Vintage … Careful! You- Ahh, shit!” He lifted your other leg over his shoulder, pulling you from your safe place among your pillows to wrap your legs tightly around his waist. Your heels digged into his lower back, causing him to groan in pain. You turned the side of your face into the sheets, any makeup you were wearing, smeared over your face and the sheets. You looked ruined. You looked ruined, for Vintage. He smothered your face with open mouth kisses, slow and calculated, just like his pumps.
Tears formed into your eyes, being stretched like this and not being able to touch vintage You were close to crying from pain and pleasure. As you close your eyelids to let the salty drops slide down your reddened cheek, you felt Vintage wipe away the tears with his finger. He kisses your wet cheek. “You’re doing so good for me, [Y/N] Fuck”, he gasped, “You’re such a good girl for me. Not Emperor. Not anybody else. Me.” He grunted as he shoved his cock father and harder into you. “Mine.” He half yelled-grunted. He threw his head and body back in pleasure. He took you with him. His arms wrapped around your higher back and waist, still filling you up. “Vintage!” You shouted quickly. Thats all you could say “Thats right baby, scream my name. It should be the only thing coming out of your mouth tonight.” You’ve never heard him so talkative at one place and time. Even during past love making, he didn’t say as much, more than usual of course, but not as much as today. Damn, the jealousy must have really gotten to him. You saw is as the perfect opportunity to tease your lover! “Who knew you’d get to heated up over Emper-“ The kiss stopping you was passionate and deep, speaking for itself. *I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I fucking love you, [Y/N]* “Please, shut up.” Did you hear correctly? He sounded kind of sad, angry yes, but sad. “Let me touch you, Vintage, please. Vinny, let me love you. I love you!” You gasped out. One cold hand on the back of your head pushing you into his hot neck. The other, traveling over your body.
“Touch me. Touch me, baby”, Vintage breathed. The sex only got rougher, as you rose your hands to run them through his choppy blue-red hair. “You .. ha..ah … You’d never leave, AHA, me… right?” Vintage pleaded with you. “No, never. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Im going to-“ You could barely hold on any longer. You pulled at his hair in desperation. “I know. I know, love. Just a moment. Hold on. Wait for me. Well do it together. Wait.” Damn, he wouldnt stop talking. You pulled him in by his pale face, hands under his jaw, to smash your lips against his. Heavy breaths and moans was a common mix the in air. Vintage groped at you, locked in his arms. He was close to releasing. You bit at his lip, tugging, breaking skin. Licking at blood on his soft, cold lips, you kissed him again. This sent him over the edge. You could feel his seed fill you up entirely as your orgasm mixed in, spilling. Your ruthless lover let his hands make way to your waist as he kissed at you next. He laid you down onto the bed, still on top of you, pulling out. His and yours release, spilling onto the sheets. “Who do you belong to?” Vintage asked, out of breath.
“You. Always you, Vinny.” He grunted in satisfaction, and started to get off the bed. Picking you up off the bed, he wrapped your legs around his waist. Vintage carried you to the bathroom, holding you in one arm as he stopped the tub drain and started the water from the faucet. You let yourself get close to him, feel his warmth, run your hands along his sweaty chest. “Are you okay, or whatever?” Vintage asked casually. “Hmm? Yeah. Just got ruined by this jealous man of mine” “Say one more word, and ill do you all over AGAIN, brat.” Vintage spoke with slight amusement. Was that sarcasm you detected? Vintage dropped you into the warm water, slowly sinking you in. Getting in behind you himself, he wrapped his strong, secure arms around you. He placed his head on your shoulder, kissing your neck softly. Totally worth it.
