vinnie hacker imagines (18+)

BAD GIRL

You're a big girl and it's your world

Parents tell you that you have a big brother to protect you and keep an eye on you. My brother doesn't live up to those standards. If hating my brother wasn't bad enough, just imagine how I feel when his best friend is around.

"Wash my dish too." My brother, Kyle calls out as I'm walking away with his plate. I turn around and look at him. My brother looks up from his game to stare back at me. "You did grab my plate so you might as well wash it because you're going to the kitchen." He shrugs.

"Get bent, Kyle." I stalk back over to the coffee table, setting it down. "I was just trying to be nice. You can wash your own fucking plate."

"Prude." He mutters under his breath. Vinnie, my brothers best friend, looks up from the game. I can see him looking at me from the corner of my eye but I ignore it.

"Oh, wow. I'm so hurt." I pretend to act shocked and frown. Then I grin. "Seriously, come up with some new shit."

He huffs and focuses back on his game as I head to my room. "She's such a bitch, man. That's why she doesn't get any dick anywhere." I hear Kyle say to Vinnie.

"Mhm." I hear Vinnie hum. "Now shut the fuck up and start another match."

My mom left me home alone with these two fuckboys an hour ago. She went out with some of her girlfriends to have drinks and specifically told me to stay home. I don't get why she's so protective with me but doesn't care if Kyle is out fucking a bunch of girls. Him and Vinnie bring over girls all the time to hang out in Kyles room but I can't have one guy over?

I sigh, opening my door and slamming it shut behind me. And I only slam it when my mom isn't home, or else she would be giving me a mouthful. "Don't slam doors in my house, Saira." I mumble to myself, mocking my mom. Frustrated, I walk over to my nightstand drawer, sliding it open and pulling out the thinest joint known to man. Leave it to my plug to not know how to roll when he's high out of his mind. I pull up the window, propping it open and sitting down at my bay window.

I grab my lighter and flick it a few times before the fire sparks. I light the end and suck in slowly to get it to catch. After the joint lights, I set the lighter down.

I exhale and the smell of weed fills my nose. Reaching over, I turn the knob to my radio and turn the volume up. After a few hits, I begin to not feel anything. Wow, time to call him up. I pick up my phone, sticking my joint in my mouth to dial my plugs number.

"And here I thought you were so innocent, little Saira." I drop my phone and it falls to my floor with a thud. I pick it up and look up to glare at Vinnie. He walks over to me, taking the joint out of my mouth and stubbing it out on my wooden bench. He sticks the remaining of the joint behind his ear but I was too busy looking at how he burned the light blue paint off of my bench. His hand slips under my chin to lift my head up, making me look in his eyes. "You're completely changing my view of you."

I move my head out of his hold, "I am innocent." Vinnie walks away towards my dresser once he lets go of me. I watch him open up drawers and rummage through my clothes. What the fuck? "Have you ever heard of privacy?"

"Since you're innocent, I'm guessing you listen when someone asks you for something." Vinnie mutters. I watch his hands pluck out a pair of my black lace underwear from my top drawer.

I walk over to him, snatching my underwear from his hands. "If you need money, go ask my brother." I shove my black lace back in my drawer so fast that the pink object I had reveals itself from underneath my pile of clothes. No.

Vinnie's eyes lock onto my glass dildo, the light pink standing out in a sea of white, pink and black pairs of underwear. To my surprise, Vinnie reaches in and grabs it with his hand. I was shocked, I couldn't reach up and grab it from him. My face feels hot as I watch his finger trace the width and the veins. Then his eyes are on mine.