Benny Watts Imagines

Cheater!

I sat thinking to myself, how the fuck does he do this. I sat at a personal friend Peter's poker night. He had set it up as usual in his dark garage with his car put to the side, the small Tiffany-style lamp over us. I hadn't bothered dressing up today as it was only poker night, I had my ballerina flats, my loose black cotton trousers, my strapped red top and a tie in my hair but I was pissy.

As I often was when... he's here.

He sat across from me, well-shined shoes against the floor, jeans that hugged his skinny legs close, that familiar leather belt and knife holster, his black silk shirt half unbuttoned chains around his neck and wrists a couple rings across his fingers, cards in his hand his face emotionless impossible to read when he was and wasn't bluffing. He was undeniably the best player we had but that didn't make him any less of a cunt. All it ever did was inflate his already fairly self-obsessed ego. Any bigger his head would explode. He noticed me glaring flicking his dark chocolate eyes to me a sly smirk cradled across his lips and he winked at me before returning his focus to the game that was still going on between him and Mark even if I and Peter had already folded. And eventually, mark couldn't keep it going anymore and cut his losses making him once again the winner so we all handed back in the cards and he gathered up his winnings  

"You are a bastard benny" Mark sighed

"Tell me something I don't know" Benny smirked "I should get going," he says 

"One more game" I spoke up 

"Really?" He smirked "Alright darling, one more game. just you and me" 

"Fine," I said as he began to deal with the two of us and soon enough the two of us were both out of cash, "I raise you," I said pushing my bracelet off and adding it to the pile of chips and coins 

"Alright," He says slipping his own off and adding it to the pile this when on for a while adding various things to the pile till he was out of anything else to add 

"What about your ring?" I snapped

"Oh. No, No no." he says "what do you want then?"

"If I win. You have to give me your jacket" I smirked

"Alright" He smirked "but if I win. You walk home with me" he smirked 

"Fine" I sighed we flipped out cards and he won which only make his smirk grow 

"perfect" he smirked "shall we go then princess" 

"Fine" I pouted getting up to grab my stuff slipping my jacket on as he got sorted too. We bid everyone goodbye and I began the walk home with him following along with me with that stupid smirk across his face as we went through the dark new york streets
"Ohh don't pout princess. You agreed didn't you"
"How is it you aways win?"
"Because I'm good"
"Umm"
"You must have some trick"
"Yeah. My utter genius"
"Your not an genius benny"
"Remind me, which one of us is US chess champion?"
"Which one of us has a phd"
"Yeah. In psychology"
"Still a doctor."
"Doesn't mean you'd any smart then me princess" he smirked as we arrived at the stairs to his apartment "so. You coming down or not?"
"No thank you benny" I sighed going to continue my way home but he grabbed my arm pulling me to be meer inches from him
"Come on, you still owe me for that game princess" he smirked
"No I don't."
"Come on it's been ages since I've seen you. And you know how bad I miss you" he Cooes grabbing my ass
"Benny!" I yelled going to slap him but he grabbed my wrist stopping me then forcefully pulling us closer so he kissed me
"Go down and lay on my bed princess. Like a good girl. And maybe tomorrow morning I'll show you how to really play poker"
"Fine" I sighed heading down the steps
"Every poker night" he smirked following me down
"Oh shut up benny"
"Just for that I'm not going down on you"
"Hey!'
"No. No. You lost that privilege princess"