Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In S2 Pt24 - See You Soon

We are in a bad place emotionally right now. But our constant was good sex. We always had mind blowing sex. It saved us in every situation. What the fuck are we supposed to do now that it's not good anymore??

Y/n: David, thank you so much.
D: I don't really know what I did. But, you're most welcome. I'm always here to talk.
Y/n: Thank you.
D: And, by the way...
Y/n: Yea?
D: You should talk to him about it. See if he's feeling the same way.
Y/n: Okay, I'll try.
D: Good. Let me know how it goes.

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Vinnie came home from the personal warehouse he has where he works on his cars. He was there all day and smelled like grease and gasoline, so he took a shower.

I waited in bed so that I could talk to him, but I knew he would be horny. I decided to try to seduce him to see if we could possibly make this work before I told him that Lil Dicky no longer satisfies me.

He walked in the room with a towel around his waist. God, I love his body so much. And the way his wet hair clings to face makes me feel so good inside.

V: Hey.
Y/n: Hi. You look good tonight.
V: Thanks. I had a long day with the cars. It was kinda like a workout.
Y/n: Well, it paid off.

This is so fucking awkward. I wanna cry.

V: So, have you been waiting for me?
Y/n: Sort of.
V: Not exactly the answer I wanted, but I'll take it. I've missed you today.
Y/n: Yea, me too.

That was a lie. I was actually sort of dreading this.

V: You look sexy.
Y/n: Why, thank you. Are you gonna come join me?
V: Well, if you insist.

I love our flirty banter. It saves us every time. We sound like old, posh people.

When he climbed onto the bed, he held my face in his hand before kissing me. It was a nice kiss, but there was absolutely no spark.

He put his hand in my panties and rubbed on my clit and it felt really nice, but not electrifying.

Then, he sucked on my neck as he pushed himself inside of me, and I froze.

I literally froze in time.

Everything stopped. I didn't feel good or happy or content. I was confused, exhausted, and sad.

Whatever I used to feel before was gone. Vinnie was breathing into my neck as he thrust himself inside of me. He was hitting all the right angles and touching me in all the right places, but I was so disconnected that it didn't even feel like I was the one he was fucking. I knew it was my body, but I disassociated so much that it did not feel like me.

I didn't even realize it until Vinnie stopped fucking me, but I was sobbing. It was uncontrollable. I was irreconcilably crying and my whole body was shaking as each sob wracked through me.

Vinnie immediately pulled out and started asking me what was wrong. I honestly didn't really know. The sex was bad, but it was the same sex we were having last week, so why did it feel wrong?

V: Y/n... Hey... What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry if I did.

I couldn't even bring myself to answer him. I couldn't stop crying. He tried to pull me closer to him, but I stayed in place. I was like dead weight. I couldn't move.

V: Please talk to me. What's wrong? Please.

Fuck! I hate this. I hate putting him in this position. I don't want him to think it's his fault or that he hurt me. He didn't really do anything wrong. It's me that's fucked up. It's me that's changed.