𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭- 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

vinnie and i had a lot of things in common, one of those being competitiveness. vinnie absolutely loved to win, and so did i. which is how this stupid fucking bet came to light.

"are you sure about this, y/n?" vinnie chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning against the kitchen counter as i proposed the bet, thinking it'd last less than an hour. "i'm 100% sure," i answered, a smug smile plastered across my lips. "no touching at all."

"well as much as i adore touching you, i love to win. you're going to regret this." he stated confidently, which made me snicker.

"you can't go 5 seconds without touching me vinnie, i have this one in the bag," i said in response, taking a step closer to him until our chests were only inches apart. "and i know for a fact..." i say quietly, looking up into his eyes.

fuck, this isn't going to be easy. "that mr. hacker doesn't like to lose."

"that's why i'm not going to lose." he says without a second thought, an almost evil smile adorning his chiseled face.

what have i gotten myself into?

i tried my best to distract myself and avoid vinnie as much as possible, that man would do anything and everything in his power to win and i couldn't let that happen. it was around 2 am and vinnie of course, was at his desk playing valorant with friends. i was laying in bed, my body adorned in one of vinnie's shirts that i had claimed months ago and a pair of soft white panties. it'd been hours since we made the bet, i was trying my best to go to sleep and ignore the sensation lingering between my thighs, the all too familiar feeling that let's me know how badly i need his touch.

by now, vinnie and i would've had sex. multiple times. i was absolutely losing my mind. it was almost like i was going into withdrawal. it certainly didn't help he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants and no shirt. all of his tattoos and muscles were on display and my mouth was watering. i almost found myself moaning as i stared at him, it was killing me and i had to do something.

i got up from the bed and made my way into the bathroom. i needed to find a distraction of some sort, literally anything at this point and i couldn't let vinnie see that i was struggling. that'd only inflate his ego. i turned on the tap and splashed my face with water, the icy chill of the water hitting my skin sent chills down my spine, but i could feel it helping. as i rubbed my eyes gently and straightened my posture, there he was. standing right behind me.

i didn't think he even noticed me leaving the room?

"hi." i said nonchalantly as i grabbed my face towel, patting the speckles of water from my skin.

"hey," he responded, "what are you doing?"

"i'm washing my face, what do you think i'm doing?"

"distracting yourself." he answered, which made me roll my eyes.

"i'm doing just fine thank you very much. i just forgot to wash my face after brushing my teeth earlier." i said as confidently as possible, placing the towel back on the vanity and turning around to face him.

"don't you miss the way my lips feel against your skin, y/n?" he says, moving his hand down to my thigh and hovering his hand over my skin. he may not have been touching me, but i could feel it.

fuck.

"how my hand almost wraps around your whole throat when you beg me to choke you?" he adds, "how my tongue feels on that pretty little pussy of yours?... how you clench so tightly when i first thrust into you?" his lips hovered over mine, all i wanted to do was give in, but i couldn't. he wouldn't let me live it down if i did.