#vinniehacker

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vinnie hacker x reader

warning: smut

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The morning sun peeks through the windows. The half open curtains allow to rays to shine on the boy who’s turing twenty two today.

Vinnie lies on his back, one hand resting on his bare abdomen and the other behind his head.

You wake slowly, gradually getting a sense of your surroundings. The festivities from a couple days prior still made you feel hazy.

After blinking a few times, your eyes get used to the brightness and fall on the man sleeping so peacefully beside you.

Vinnie hums in his sleep, and the arm that was behind his head now makes its way around yours, urging to pull you closer. You gladly obliged, running a hand on his chest, tracing the snake tattoo on his collarbone.

He shifts in bed and for a moment, you think he’s awake. But no. His eyes are still wired shut. With wandering eyes, you take in every detail of his body. The art on his skin, muscles, skin folds. Today is his day and you want to cherish him more than usual.

Your hand makes its way down his chest, caressing the tattoo of the crescent moon until you reach the waistband of his boxers. Peeping up at him, you notice he’s still sleeping. A devilish smile creeps on your lips as you know exactly how to wake him up.

Your hand slides further down, gently cupping the bulge of his cock through his boxers, rubbing sensually as to wake up the nerves down there. The reaction is instant. When you slip a hand underneath, he’s already half hard. Getting excited. Getting ready.

You get up from your lying position and throw a leg over him, hands on his chest for support as you now straddle him. You watch his face as his eyelids start to move, and finally flutter open as you press soft kisses to his jawline.

“Morning.” You smile at him as his hands immediately grip your ass and encircle your waist.

“Oh my, good morning to you too.”

He lets out a breath and you feel his body relax, a nonverbal cue letting you know you can do whatever you want.

“Did you sleep well birthday boy?” You ask with a smirk. His eyes are fixed on you as you innocently hook your fingers into his waistband.

“Mhm, yeah.” He mumbled. That morning voice of his does something to you.

You grin and pull his boxers down. He bucks his hips to make it easier. “I figured you’d want your first surprise early.”

“Really? That’s so nice-“ he seethes through his teeth as you press a kiss to the soft head and your hand slides down his erected length.

“I think you’ll like my gift.” You tease.

“I know I’ll love it.” He breaths out as he opens his legs slightly, watching you settle in between them.

You slide your tongue along his length and he moans at the sensation.

You use your tongue to lick around his top, before wetting your lips and finally taking him in your mouth right as he moans your name.

“Fuucckk, that feels so good.” He pants, one hand gripping your hair and the other gripping the sheets.

Going up and down his erection, you take as much as you can each time, getting the rest with your hand. He’s so big and your eyes start to water whenever he pushes down on your head.

“Goddamn. Y/N, please.”

He’s not able to hold still at this point. The lovely of his hips meet yours and now he’s pushing himself deeper. You come up for air, spitting on him and rubbing your hand up and down. Upon making eye contact with him, he looks at you with so much adoration under those half lidded eyes.

You take a breather before going down again. Really focusing on his cock and the lubrication from your saliva, you go deep. He fills your mouth completely and you pause for a second before coming back up.

“You take me so well, you know that?” He whimpers, chest heaving.

You take another breath and take him all the way again. Then a third time. Then a fourth.

“Holy shit. I’m gonna have an asthma attack, and I don’t even have asthma.”

Even with his cock in your mouth, you smile and a chuckle escapes from the back of your throat. He laughs too.

Getting back to business, you take him just like in the beginning. Taking the first half of him and giving him a handjob with the lower half. You pick up the lace as you know he’s close.

“Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good.” He encourages.

You then suck on him a little harder, like a vacuum to give him that extra sensation.

“I’m gonna c-cum. Fuck!.”

His cock twitches in your hand and his orgasm releases into the back of your throat.

You let him go with a popping sound, swallowing without a second thought . Still massaging him, you wanna make sure it’s all out.

His skin is now slightly red due to the rush of blood.

“Y/N,” he calls out to you between pants and you glance up at him. “Come here.”

You get closer and he meets you halfway. Cupping both sides of your face as he brings you in for a steamy kiss.

“I hope you liked your surprise.” You told him.

“Are you kidding me? I loved it.”

as this one won the poll here we are :)

pairing: vinnie x shy gf reader

warnings: smut, p in v, protected sex, praise, swearing

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“Are you sure baby?” Y/N chewed on her bottom lip, her hands nervously playing with the bottom of her boyfriend’s t-shirt she was wearing.

“Yes.” She looked up, meeting the brown eyes of her boyfriend, as he stood in front of her at the foot of the bed.

Vinnie eyed the shy girl in front of him. His shy girl in fact. She surprised him when she suddenly asked him the question a few minutes ago.

“Okay. What do you want?” Vinnie asked, wanting her to say it again so she was a hundred percent sure.

“Vin-” Y/N whined slightly, her big doe eyes looking at him.

“I know babe, I want to hear you say it again so I know you are very positive about this.” Vinnie spoke, his voice soft as he leaned forward and placed both hands on her cheeks.

“I-...I want you to teach me to ride you.” The girl spoke out and Vinnie held back a smile, the words sounding like pure filth coming from his sweet girl’s mouth.

Vinnie leaned down, placing his lips on top of her as his thumbs rubbed up and down her cheeks soothingly.

Slowly, he leaned her on her back, hovering above her as Vinnie slowly moved his hands down her body and stopping at the bottom of the shirt of his she was wearing.

Vinnie disconnected their lips as he lifted the shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor as Y/N watched his every movement.

“My beautiful girl.” Vinnie whispered as he looked down at his girlfriend who tried to cover the blush on her face. The boy softly removed her hands from her face, leaning back down to connect their lips again.

Their lips moved in sync as Vinnie moved his hands down to Y/N’s hips, slowly pushing her white lace panties down her legs.

“Alright baby, sit up.” Vinnie pulled away, the girl rising to a sitting position as Vinnie pushed his sweat pants down along with his boxers, leaving both of them naked in the room.

Vinnie walked over to the bedside table and grabbed the small gold foil packet before sitting on the bed with his back leaned up against the headboard.

“Come here.” Vinnie spoke, making a beckoning motion with his fingers as Y/N crawled over to sit beside his legs on her knees.

Vinnie opened the packet and rolled the condom on his hard length. He looked up at his girlfriend, seeing an uneasy look on her face.

“What’s wrong love?” Vinnie furrowed his brows, reaching over to grab her hand.

“I’m nervous.” She whispered, turning her head to look at him. They’ve had sex before, but always just missionary and her not needing to do anything as Vinnie always took care of her.

“Don’t be. I promise you got this, okay? If you want to stop at any time you tell me okay?” Y/N nodded her head slowly, taking a deep breath as Vinnie helped toss her legs on either side of him as her center hovered above him.

“Okay now grab me, and line me up with you.” Vinnie instructed, watching as he watched her small hand grab his hard cock, tensing at the feeling of her hand.

Y/N sat higher up on her knees, lining Vinnie’s tip up with her as she slowly sat back down just enough so his tio was nudging her entrance.

“Good girl. Now, slowly start to sit yourself down. Take your time and go at your own pace.” Y/N nodded at his words, placing her hands in his for comfort as she began to slowly sink down on his length.

“Fuck baby, that’s it.” Vinnie moaned out at the feeling of her warm, slick walls taking him inch by inch until she was fully seated in his lap.

“Mmm…o-okay now what?” Y/N asked looking up at her boyfriend, a tense look on his face as he breathed with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes up to meet hers as she still had her fingers laced with his.

“Get a feel for it. Grind your hips back and forth, or move up and down. Whatever you like better.” Vinnie placed his hands on her hips slowly guiding her movements as she began to slowly rock her hips, her breathing being cut off by a whimper as she felt pleasure throughout her whole body.

“God baby. Look at you doing so well.” Vinnie gripped her hips tighter as her slow movements felt torturous against him.

Y/N let go of his hands, placing them on his chest as she upped her speed. His cock hitting that perfect spot inside her each time making her moans come out in pants.

“Fuck Vin-” She whined, her eyes squeezing shut as Vinnie halted her movements before slowly lifting her hips up only to move them down.

“Come on pretty girl, bounce on my cock.” Vinnie spoke, the words making Y/N moan as they left his mouth.

The girl began to slowly move her hips up and down to get a feel for it, feeling his tip brush against that spot again as she upped her pace.

“Shit Y/N,” Vinnie moaned out, in complete awe at the sight in front of him.

Y/N felt her orgasm reaching in her stomach, making her movements rougher to reach that climax she so desperately needed.

“You close baby? Hm? Wanna cum all over me?” Y/N let out a whimper as she frantically nodded her head.

“Give it to me baby.” That’s all it took for Y/N to reach her orgasm, Vinnie’s following just behind as Y/N’s movements slowed to a stop.

The couple worked on catching their breaths as Y/N ran her hand over Vinnie’s chest slowly.

Slowly, Y/N lifted herself off of Vinnie, pulling the filled condom off of him and into the trash next to the bed.

Y/N flopped on her side next to Vinnie, the boy rolling onto his own side to face her. He pulled her close to him as he wrapped an arm around her middle, her head finding its home on his chest as she let out a content breath.

“Did I do good?” She asked softly as Vinnie slightly pulled away to look at her.

“Good? Baby you were amazing.” Vinnie watched as her eyes lit up slightly, a small smile making its way onto her face as her heart swelled with proudness.

“I don’t think my shy girl exists anymore.” Vinnie teased, wiggling his fingers on her waist making her squirm as she let out a laugh.

The music pulsed through the dimly lit club, but all Vinnie could focus on was you—and the guy who had been way too close to you all night. His jaw clenched as he watched the man laugh at something you said, leaning in just a little too much for his liking. Vinnie knew you were his.

You knew you were his.

But that didn’t mean he liked watching other men try their luck. So when you finally made your way back to him, he didn’t let you get far. A firm grip on your waist, pulling you against his solid frame, his breath hot against your ear. “Having fun?” he murmured, voice laced with something dark. You smirked, tilting your chin up defiantly. “Just talking.”

“Sure you were,” he muttered, spinning you around so your back was flush against his chest. His hands trailed down, fingertips grazing your hips before one delivered a sharp slap to your ass. You gasped, your breath hitching, and he chuckled lowly.

“Could’ve fooled me, baby.” Another smack, this time firmer, making warmth pool in your stomach. “But you like pushing me, don’t you?”You bit your lip, heat spreading across your skin.

Vinnie turned you back to face him, eyes dark with jealousy and something even more dangerous. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Mine,” he whispered, voice rough with possession. “You know that, don’t you?” You nodded, breathless.

His lips brushed against yours, teasing but not giving in just yet. “Good girl,” he praised, fingers tightening around your waist.

“Now let’s remind you exactly where you belong.”

‹𝟹 synopsis ; vinnie hacker has always been your academic rival, but on valentine's day, when he sees you with a date at his PR event, he's not having it and he'll remind you who truly owns you.

vinnie holds up his glass in a casual toast, still staring at you with that dangerous glint in his eyes. “to lust, to power, and to the people who know they’re not afraid of either.” he takes a sip, his eyes never leaving the crowd, his presence magnetic, as if he’s already won, already claimed everyone’s attention. “now, let’s make tonight unforgettable.” you roll your eyes, spinning around in your seat back towards ryan, who’s standing there, awkwardly trying to hold his own in this unfamiliar world of power plays and subtle challenges. he’s nervously sipping on his drink, eyes darting between you and vinnie, clearly trying to make sense of the tension in the room.

the air between you and ryan is thick now, charged with the aftereffects of vinnie’s words. ryan’s brows furrow, unsure whether to push further or let it go, but you can tell it bothers him. “is he always like that?” he asks quietly, clearly uncomfortable. you shrug, offering a tight smile. “you have no idea.” you hope that’s the end of it, but the silence that follows is almost unbearable.

the luv & lust event had been meant for indulgence—for whispered secrets in dimly lit corners, for reckless flirtations and champagne-fueled confidence. but now? it felt like a battleground. It was the kind of event where reputations were built and destroyed in a single night, where connections mattered more than credentials, and where power didn’t come from what you knew—it came from how well you could own a room.

and no one owned a room like vinnie hacker.

he was in his element, all effortless charm and quiet confidence as he stood at the center of it all, hosting the event like he had been born for it.

“oh, so this is supposed to be my replacement for tonight?” vinnie’s voice was low, smooth, and dripping in condescension as he tilted his head, eyes flickering between you and the guy standing beside you. ryan—blissfully unaware of the sudden shift in the atmosphere—was trying to impress a small group of people, animatedly talking about some recent academic conference he had attended. his words were confident, sure of himself, but you see it—the slight hesitation, the way his hands fidget on the table. he knows who vinnie is. everyone does. your rival, the arrogant genius who has never backed down from a challenge, especially when it comes to you. and tonight? he had already heard enough.

he blinked, caught off guard. you let out a slow breath, already feeling the tension coil in your stomach. “vinnie,” you started, your voice laced with warning. “don’t start.” but he just smirked, ignoring you completely as he turned to your date, taking him in like he was some fascinating little experiment he was about to pick apart. “what’s your name, man?” his voice is smooth, dripping with amusement, but there’s an unmistakable edge to it. your date squared his shoulders, trying to regain some ground. “ryan.” vinnie let the name hang in the air for a second before he gave a slow nod, feigning interest.

“ryan,” he said, dragging it out like he was testing how it felt on his tongue, stepping closer, his gaze cold and assessing. “major?” he asks, like he’s already decided it’s not going to matter. ryan stiffens, his brows knitting in slight confusion. “economics,” he responds, trying to sound composed. vinnie lets out a low, almost inaudible chuckle, as if the answer is beneath him. “economics? that’s cute. you think you can make it in a world like this with that? bet you’ve got all these big plans in your head, all these ideas, but you don’t even understand the first rule of this game.” vinnie’s gaze darkens, the amusement in his eyes slipping away, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he steps forward again, the space between them narrowing.

ryan bristles, squinting his eyes as he tries to bite back the sting of the words. “i don’t need your approval, vinnie. i know what I’m talking about.” vinnie tilts his head, that signature smirk of his spreading across his face like he’s about to enjoy a show. “no, you don’t get it. you think that major is gonna get you somewhere? trust me, man—nobody gives a shit about theories and numbers when they’re busy playing with power.”

ryan’s jaw tightens, his posture defensive. “i don’t need a lesson in humility from someone who thinks he owns the world.” vinnie’s lips curve into that signature smirk, the kind that says he’s always ten steps ahead. “i know you don’t need a lesson. you need perspective. you think you can waltz in here and impress anyone? you’re not even on the same playing field.” he lets the words sink in, savoring ryan’s reaction. ryan scoffs, trying to hold his ground. “i’m here to have a good time, not compete for a spot in your little playground. but you clearly can’t handle anyone in your space who isn’t part of your perfect little world, huh?”

vinnie steps even closer, practically invading ryan’s personal space. “you’re damn right. this is my space. and you? you’re a tourist in it. you want to pretend you’re important? you want to play with the big dogs? you better learn the rules. or get out.” ryan clenches his fists at his sides, trying to keep his cool. “rules? i don’t answer to you, man. i’ve worked my ass off to get here, and i’m not gonna let you try and belittle me just because you think you’re entitled to everything around you.” ryan’s eyes snap to you, the frustration and humiliation from his confrontation with vinnie simmering just below the surface. his jaw clenches, and his fists tighten at his sides as he tries to maintain his composure. his gaze is sharp, searching yours for something—an apology, an explanation, maybe even some kind of reassurance. but all he finds is your silence.

you can feel his disappointment like a weight on your chest, and yet, you don’t know how to respond. you should say something, anything, to defend him, to make it clear that you don’t agree with vinnie, but the words refuse to come. ryan’s expression hardens, his lips pressing together in a thin line, and without a word, he shakes his head, looking away from you as if the tension in the air between the two of you is too much to bear. “i thought this was supposed to be a fun night,” he mutters, his voice barely audible over the hum of the room, “but it looks like i’m just a pawn in your little game.”

the words sting, and you feel a pang of guilt shoot through you, but you still say nothing, caught between the pull of loyalty and the weight of your own emotions. ryan’s eyes flicker to yours one last time, his expression softening just a fraction, but then, he turns and walks away, disappearing into the crowd. you’re left standing there, the space between you two heavy with unresolved tension, the sounds of the event blurring into the background as the silence between you lingers. as ryan walks away, the sharp sting of guilt and anger crashes over you like a wave. you’re pissed—not just at vinnie, but at yourself, at the whole fucked-up situation. you can’t stand it anymore. you can’t just let it slide.

you spin on your heel, frustration boiling over, and shove vinnie hard, your hands slamming against his chest with more force than you intended. “you’re such a damn asshole!” you snap, your voice low but filled with fury. vinnie barely flinches, a look of amusement flashing across his face as he watches you, all too aware of the power he holds over you in this moment. he steps closer, unbothered by the shove, and before you can move again, he’s got a firm grip on your arm. “yeah, i know,” he mutters with a grin, his tone dripping with mock sweetness. “but you’re not exactly in a position to lecture me right now.”

you try to jerk away, twisting in his grip, your heart pounding in your chest. “let go of me, vinnie. i’m not going anywhere with you.” he ignores your protests, his hold tightening, and with a single tug, he drags you toward the private lounge. your shoes skid on the polished floor as you dig your heels in, but it’s no use. his strength is too much, and the space between you and the rest of the party shrinks with every step he takes. curious glances and knowing smirks, past people who wouldn’t dare to question him. because this was his event. his rules. the moment you reached the private lounge, vinnie didn’t hesitate. the door clicked shut behind you, muffling the music, the noise, the world outside. you barely had a second to catch your breath before your back hit the cool leather of the vip couch—before he was on you.

“you’re mad at me?” his voice was low, edged with mockery, with that infuriating, arrogant amusement that made your stomach twist. “what, for putting that guy in his place? for doing what you should’ve done the second he started running his mouth?” you push against his chest, but it’s weak—your body betrays you as it reacts to him. “shut up, vinnie. you don’t get to do this. not like this.” his hand moves to your neck, fingers gripping with a possessive edge, forcing your head back, your throat exposed to him. you struggle to breathe, your heart racing at the intensity in his eyes. the air between you is electric, thick with the tension that’s been building for far too long.

“you brought him here.” his voice is a growl, barely contained, laced with an anger you haven’t seen from him before. “i don’t care who the hell he is. you walk into my space with him, expecting me to just pretend i’m not here? pretend i don’t know what this is?” the weight of his words hits you like a punch to the gut. his jealousy isn’t just about the guy you brought to the event—it’s about you, about him not being in control. his eyes bore into yours with the force of an accusation, like he expects you to bow down, to submit to him. a shiver runs through you at his words, but it’s not just from fear—it’s from the dangerous, intoxicating pull he has on you, from the way his touch sends jolts of heat coursing through your veins.

you gasp as his thumb traces your skin, large hangs slipping under your dress, “you’re an asshole. you always have to make everything a game.” he laughs softly, the sound rich with arrogance, his fingers skimming your ribs with that familiar teasing touch. “isn’t that what you love about me?” his lips hover dangerously close to yours, teasing. “tell me you don’t love when i win, even when you think you hate it.” you grip his shirt, pulling him in harder, your chest rising and falling with the heat between you. “i don’t—” your words break off into a soft moan when he presses lips against yours harder, taking the words from your mouth. his tongue slips into your mouth, arms slipping around his neck tugging at his collar. you could hear him fumbling with his belt, hands working quickly to feel you.

his dick brushes your thigh, causing you to gasp into his mouth. he tugs your thong aside swiftly, pressing into you rough, not giving you anytime to adjust—or catch your breath. “shiit, vinnie—” you whine into him, your hands claw at his back, desperate for something to hold onto as he sets the pace, moving with an intensity that leaves you breathless. vinnie chuckles as his lips move to your jaw then your neck, “think you deserve this, bring another man to my event? there’s gonna be consequences.” you try to push against him, but it’s pointless. your body betrays you, responding to every inch of him, every stroke. “fuck you,” you mutter, but your voice wavers with the tension building between you. vinnie’s smirk widens, like he knows exactly how you’re feeling, exactly how much control he has over you. “i think you like me like this. you can say whatever you want, but your body’s telling me a different story.”

every word he says fuels the fire of your frustration, but you’re losing the battle—body and mind are at war, and right now, vinnie’s winning. but you refuse to give in. you can’t. “i don’t like you,” you snap, but it’s weak, your words lost in the mess of tension between you two. “i fucking hate this. i hate you.” you choke out, his tip pounding against your cervix, your stomach tightens in pain and pleasure, and you knew you were close already. he leans down, his lips ghosting over your ear, whispering darkly, “you feel so fucking good around me. i could stay like this forever.” you arch against him, your mind a haze of frustration and pleasure, knowing he’s right—no matter how much you want to fight it. “shut the fuck up, vinnie,” you hiss through clenched teeth, trying to keep the last bit of pride intact. “you don’t own me.” he just smirks, but there’s something darker behind it now. “you keep telling yourself that.”

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warning: nsfw!, praising kink, exhibitionism, lmk if i missed any.

a/n: thank you for the request! sorry for taking too long. i love you too! 😚🫶

vinnie hacker x reader

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all you want is to turn your head to watch his face distorted in pleasure, but he's the reason that you can't do that. his hand is above your head pushing it down as he thrusts into you slowly, making sure you feel everything, every inch, every vein.

"vinnie- i want you," you manage to say without thinking. your body shudders, goosebumps overtake your upper body.

"pretty girl- you have me, inside you. what else do you want," he grunts which causes you to moan softly. everything about what's happening is erotic, never in your life has anyone made you feel so... wow.

he removes his hand and leans down, lowering your hips so your entire body is laid flat on the bed. your eyes close once you feel him breathing heavily against your ear. never stopping his movements.

"you feel so good baby," he moans quietly. your pussy tightens around him and you hear him laugh softly. "do you like being praised pretty?"

dirty sounds start spilling out of your mouth when he starts thrusting faster and faster. "i love being inside you, no one has ever made me feel the way you do," you are taken back from his sudden burst of confidence. not realizing that the man whom is currently drilling into you, is staring deep into the eyes of his former lover.

you open your eyes and look to your left to see who he was staring at. she looks at you with envy in her eyes, wishing she was you, wishing the man on top of you was doing that to her. but he's not. vinnie makes eye contact with you and smirks.

you quickly switch places with him. you lift your hips up and lower them at a pace that you know he loves. his ex-girlfriend watches his hands go to your back, pushing you down so you're laying on him. she watches the scene continue, paying attention to his hands that go low, and low, and low, until they are groping your ass.

he grabs onto your ass and starts moving his hips up and down, pride filling him up when he hears your beautiful sounds pour out of your mouth.

"fuck vinnie," you moan in his ear which causes his eyes to roll back. you hear him mumble something to himself.

he squeezes your bottom and thrusts even faster than before. your mouth hangs open as pleasure fills your body. dirty sounds- that sound like a classical melody to him- echo around the room.

you open your eyes and look down at man under you, seeing his face focused down to where the both of you are intimately connected. your hand moves to his cheek making him look at you, his face going red from pleasure and shyness.

you kiss him passionately and he immediately returns it. you moan into the kiss as you hear someone walk away a little too loudly which only makes the both of you laugh softly.

he lifts his head to kiss you again, in which you happily respond. "i'ma cum sweetheart, take it please."