#vinnie hacker

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty. You know that, right?” He presses down against your hips, guiding the gentle friction between your clothed bodies.

“Vinnie…” Your skin is warm, tingling with the anticipation of more, but you can’t focus. You lift up, testing the back of your hand against the warmth of your cheeks.

Vinnie scratches at your thighs, his skin just as flushed as yours. “What is it, baby?” Your heart swells at the sight of him and your lower half aches. He looks so perfect underneath you, with half-lidded eyes and perfectly pink lips. “...You okay?” 

You shake your head from your thoughts and push a curled strand from his forehead. “Yeah, sorry. I just—” A faint call from behind Vinnie’s closed bedroom door interrupts you. You pout at your boyfriend. “I feel bad, Vinnie. She wants to come in.” 

“She’ll be fine.” Vinnie grips your hips once more, delicately urging you with his fingertips. “Let’s keep going.” 

Hera continues to cry.

“Vinnie.”

“Hera,” Vinnie warns. “Stop!” Hera meows even louder, scratching against the door wildly. Vinnie tosses his head back against the pillow. “Damnit. Cockblocked by my own cat.” 

“Don’t say that.” You drag two fingers against the scruff of his chin before sliding them down to his neck, connecting the distance between his moles. “She loves you.”

“I know,” Vinnie sighs. You and Hera were the two most important girls in his life. He couldn’t tell either of you “no” if he tried. “Can we,” he grabs your ass, “continue this later?” 

You gasp at the pressure of his hands and smack his chest. “You’re awful!” 

Vinnie smirks, still half-hard. “Yeah?” He bites at his bottom lip and pulls you closer against him, making sure you feel exactly what you’re missing out on. “Tell me how awful I am when I’m—” Hera yowls again and Vinnie rolls his eyes. “Oh my God.” 

You can’t help but giggle. 

Vinnie warned you about Hera before you even met her.

“She’s a princess. Just so you know.”

You’d laughed at the time, thinking he meant it in a cute way.

He didn’t.

He meant it in the “this cat thinks she owns my soul and will actively try to ruin your life” kind of way.

And he was right.

The first time you came over and sat on his couch, Hera jumped up behind you, stared at your head for a solid five seconds, and smacked your ponytail.

No hesitation. No fear.

Like, how dare you breathe near her couch and her man?

You turned around, blinking. “Did she just…?”

“She’s just saying hi,” Vinnie said casually, sitting beside you like this was normal.

Then Hera slinked across the back of the couch and sat behind Vinnie’s head, tail flicking, staring down at you like a queen assessing a peasant.

You tried to ignore it.

Until she started slowly pawing at his hoodie string. Then his hair. Then his shoulder.

You reached out to pet her.

She hissed.

At you.

Vinnie just smiled and said, “That’s her love language.”

It wasn’t.

After that, things got worse.

You weren’t allowed to cuddle him on the couch without Hera inserting herself literally, climbing onto Vinnie’s chest and wedging between your faces.

You’d be mid-conversation, knees pulled up on his lap, and Hera would leap into the space, plop down, and curl up like you were the third wheel.

She’d purr only when you weren’t touching her.

Rub her face against Vinnie’s hand, then swipe at yours when you reached over.

Once, she pushed your phone off the coffee table while staring you dead in the eyes.

Another time, you woke up to her sitting on your stomach in the dark like a shadow demon. Just staring. No purrs. No blinking.

Vinnie, of course, didn’t believe the full extent of it.

“She’s a sweetheart.”

“She clawed my sock off my foot.”

“She’s just playing.”

“She growled.”

“She’s expressive.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You raised a little villain.”

“She’s perfect.”

He said it while petting her like the most precious being in the world. Hera purred and gave you a smug look like she knew she’d won.

But then there were the cracks.

One night, you were half asleep on Vinnie’s chest while the two of you watched some late night anime rerun. Hera was curled up in her usual corner of the couch, giving you both the silent treatment.

You shifted, pulling the blanket up. Vinnie rubbed your back. You yawned, and his hand moved to your hair.

And Hera meowed.

Once.

Then again. Louder.

Vinnie looked over. “What?”

She meowed a third time, then stood, stomped across the cushions, and planted herself directly between the two of you, purring aggressively while staring at him.

He blinked. “You’re not serious.”

She pushed her head into his chin.

You stared. “Is she trying to…?”

“Shh. She’s asserting dominance.”

You rolled your eyes. “Over me?”

“She says you’ve gotten too comfortable.”

Eventually, a truce formed.

You brought her a treat once those freeze dried chicken ones she apparently considered worthy of her time.

She ate it, then sat on your thigh for exactly six seconds.

That was the day she allowed you into the kingdom. Kind of.

Now, she’ll sometimes curl up at the foot of the bed when you’re over.

But only if she gets there first.

She still gives you side eye when you kiss Vinnie in the kitchen.

Still knocks your things off the counter occasionally.

Still positions herself directly in the middle of the bed like a fluffy little wall.

But now?

If you stretch out your hand slowly… she doesn’t hiss.

She might even brush her cheek against your knuckle.

And sometimes only when she thinks no one’s watching she curls up near your hip and pretends she’s just trying to get warm.

But Vinnie knows.

And he grins every time.

Because Hera might still act like you’re stealing her man…