FNAF Movie Vanessa x Fem! Reader Oneshots

Heaven Struck

A/n: 

soo i was gone for a very long time... my excuse is that i was unmotivated and also living that fanfic-author-curse that everyone rages on about (no i didn't get hit by a car, might as well have)

ANYWHO we are good now (knock on wood)

this isn't as 'smutty' per se, I feel like it's quite softer compared to my previous fanfics. What can I say, I guess my tastes have changed.

Content/Warnings: smut, handcuff use, soft Dom Vanessa, not edited, tense probably wrong but oh well

I can barely recall the thoughts that roamed my brain. The disappearance of my mother's sister when she was young, the stress of university, the stress of actually PAYING for university, and trying to amount to something - anything - these were thoughts that had dominated my life for as long as I could remember, influencing my every action.

You could imagine my former self's surprise if I could tell her that the way things worked out included being the younger girlfriend of a mildly eccentric, locally loved blonde-haired cop.

Working at the corner coffee store at Bay St where I met Vanessa was probably the best thing I've ever done, second to being handcuffed inside a cop car melting as I was being devoured.

"Fuck", she moaned proactively against my mouth, licking my bottom lip as she dug her fingers into my hips. "Language, officer", I teased. She bit my lip in response, drawing blood. I threw my head back as she began to grind her knee between my thighs, lifting my tied hands over her head to pull her closer. Hot. Everything was hot. The metal cuffs provided a sweet relief that singed my skin icily. For a moment I was heaven-struck; the moon grazed her cheeks, eyelashes hiding a gaze that was now staring intently at my rubbing thighs.

"I think we need this off", she said, tugging at my shorts. My head lolled to the side as she touched me as she wished, leaning forward to suck a deep purple mark above my collarbone. Her fingers caressed my now very bare hips before she slid one finger over my slit. I sighed, clenching her neck as well as I could as the cuffs clinked behind her.

Her shift would begin in ten minutes - we only needed six. For six of those minutes, soft moans privately emitted from behind her tinted windows, the car shaking with the force of the two of us - so strangely in love when we needed it the most. Her fingers pumped into me at such a pace that sinful sloshes could be heard over the cries of pleasure, her lips against mine dulling the sounds.

I clung onto her ponytail, my arms twisted awkwardly as I fought my urge to come right there and then. I wanted, no, needed her permission. Something we've never talked about but always done.

"Is someone feeling needy?", she quietly smirked as she saw me fighting the urge to come. I gave her a look that said hopefully 'do-you-think-youre-fucking-me-for-shits-and-gigs?' Before my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I fought the urge to pass out. She smoothed my hair, raking the strands gently out of my eyes before kissing my neck gently. The warmth of her breath tickled my jaw as she murmured those tempting three: 'Come for me".

And as the scent of her deep caramel perfume clouded my thoughts, dulling my senses, I came.

A/n this was shorter, but anywho, would def love to do Taylor Swift X Reader or something like that