Slow Down | Vinnie Hacker
adult content | minors do NOT interact.
⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Vinnie Hacker X Female reader.
⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You and your enemy on the death lane. Slow down, love.
⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). Bad language, sexual provocations, explicit sex, illegal racing, alcoholic beverages.
Getting ready for another one of those nights, you stopped to look out the window for a few seconds. It was raining outside, not hard enough to flood the streets of Savage, but enough to ruin any plans you had.
It would be an interesting attempt to ruin the night, but the universe definitely didn't know you and your friends when it came to a good mess.
Scott's message lit up your cell phone, he was waiting for a ride to the track and was counting on your help, you quickly answered and threw the device back on the bed, turning your attention to the mirror where you were finishing your makeup.
While you spent applying your lipstick, a single thought echoed in your mind, yes, all you could think about was whether he would be there and whether this clash would be as embarrassing as the last time. He had this power, he appeared with a presence that focused the attention of everyone around him, always with unruly golden hair, sparkling eyes like a precious stone and a mischievous smile that dismantled any posture.
There was nothing in the world that you hated more.
Vincent Hacker was your downfall, he smelled of risk, spread chaos and awakened within you the worst feelings anyone could feel.
He was not only like a karma that you had to carry tied to your life since childhood, but he was your adversary, a pillar of the rival team.
The urban area of Savage was full as always, girls in short shorts and flags signaling the start of the first races of the night. In order, the race started with the youngest until the end of the night with the main race of the pillars.
Hacker and you, would compete together.
"Aren't you going to watch Scott's race, kitten?" his voice made you lock the glass with the alcoholic drink on your lips. Your eyes slowly turned until they rested on his, burning with classic evil, Hacker was exuding mockery. "I heard your team is short-handed today, it's a shame."
“I know he’s going to win anyway, it’s not like I’m a lucky charm.” You played against him, taking another sip of your drink, your eyes inadvertently flickering to the half-open shirt he was wearing, exposing his tattoos and muscles damp from the drizzle. “Save your regrets, Hacker, you’ll need them when I beat you again.”
“Then I need a good lucky charm, thank you for reminding me,” the hoarseness of his voice exhaled as he grabbed you by the waist and surprised you with a kiss. It was instinctive of you to wrap your arm around the back of his neck and continue the entanglement of your tongues.
His mouth tasted like mint candy with traces of marijuana, his tongue was soft and smooth as it glided over yours while his feet lifted you so that you were at the same height. Your hand roamed over his broad shoulders, defined by too much gym time, and mentally you cursed yourself for being so weak to give in to the charms of a declared scoundrel like that.
As the kiss grew more intense and Vinnie’s hands vacillated on your sides, that feeling of fury seemed to instantly corrupt you again. You knew he was worthless, dirty, sneaky and deceitful was the man who was pressing his legs against yours at the drinks table.
Anger opened your eyes and you pushed Vinnie away with an acidic bite of your tongue. Instead of a furious scowl, he smiled, wiping the edge of his lips as if the attack had felt more like a provocation to his shitty ego.
“Thanks for the luck, kitten,” Vinnie said as he winked and turned his back to go back to where everyone was gathered to watch the race.
Running for you is like jumping off a ledge without any protection, feeling the wind in your hair through the window of your purple Camaro as you speed down the damp track gives you more than just the feeling of freedom, it makes you feel alive. You adapt to the track as it adapts to you and your title as pillar of the fighter's team is not for nothing, your friends trust you with your drift victories and your ego is well fed thanks to your reputation.
But none of that is enough for you when you realize that you still feel incomplete as you grip your steering wheel and press the accelerator. His eyes in the car next to you seem to burn your skin, twist your insides and compromise your bone structure. Memories of childhood and everything you've experienced together at school and family parties, rare moments when seemed to take pity on the two of you and allowed a peaceful wave to grab you. There were times when these memory failures managed to overcome the bad feeling it had for him.
Hacker was your brother's best friend, you and Scott had a pact about the freedom to interact with anyone outside the door, but that never applied to your best friends, Vinnie being the worst of them.
So it's clear that it was easier for you to harbor hatred than to reveal something that no one else knew existed, no one but your secret.
At the first corner Vinnie looked at her through the window of his car, his Ferrari threatened scratching your car with every skid, but you were insistent when it came to getting what you wanted. There is only one lap left on the death track, the previous two were won by you and the last one would be no different, he would massage your ego with his huge hands that just imagining holding your steering wheel makes you sigh.
Loud music left your speaker, the smell of wet earth brought from the forest reserve invaded your nostrils like an orchestrated dance. Adrenaline pulsed through your veins and heated your blood like never before, you were so alive and hot that you felt in control to do anything.
With 2 km left to complete the circuit, you are hit by a thud and are forced to break immediately with a thunderous sound that causes your body to hit the steering wheel. Away from the crowd and where everyone watching the race was concentrated, you raised your arms in confusion, panting from the fear of almost hurting yourself, and when the smoke stopped on the dashboard your eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Fury closed the expression on his face as he slammed the car door and marched with stiff steps towards the car that crossed the road in front of him, almost causing a serious accident.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, VINCENT?” shouted at the top of his lungs, hitting the bodywork of his car. The boy just put his head outside the window, showing a smile as if getting rid of it satisfied him.
“Preventing you from winning, don’t you see?”
“Are you unable to win cleanly and need to resort to cheating?” you laughed placing your hands on your hips, “I couldn’t expect anything less from someone like you, it’s not like honesty is always part of your game!”
Vinnie jumped out of the car, knocking the invisible dust off his palm, charm oozing from his victorious smile, if not for having won the match, for managing to make him fall from the jump he had been holding firm to all night.
“You could have really hurt me! All this for your stupid joke!” exasperated, moving his body away from any physical approach by hitting his chest with his fists. For a moment, fear truly gripped his entire body, no matter how much loved what running could offer without worrying about the risks. They did not cease to exist.
“Do you know when I would allow something to hurt you, kitten?” Vinnie tilted his head and gave you a sweet look, slowly bringing one of his hands to your face, running his thumb across your cheek slowly. His touch remained the same. "Never."
“I don’t know what’s more pathetic, you or what comes out of your mouth when you can’t sustain your own words for more than 24 hours without getting confused by them!” You spat out acidity before pulling his hand away from your skin.
He was like that, and he didn't change. With beautiful words and a charming face, he negotiates and persuades until he gets what he wants and the next day they are nothing more than strangers who know each other in the same place. As much as you burned in his presence, you were fed up with him.
“If we’re not going to run anymore for today, then let’s go back to the party and pretend this ridiculous scene to get my attention didn’t happen.” puffing out your chest impetuously, you faced him and avoided his robust silhouette, but your steps were stopped when Vinnie pulled you by the arm, bringing your gaze back to his caramel-colored irises.
“I don’t care who wins this race. I don't care about the title. I don't care about the team. I don’t mind wrecking my car by throwing it in front of yours if it means I’m going to have your damn attention for a few minutes and stop treating me like I’m a worm!” he growled against your face with such intensity that the hot air of his breath went through yours. “I just want you to look at me, but really look! How he used to look at me when he saw me playing basketball on the court at his house, like when he saw me passing through the hallway at school or when we sneaked into the park!”
His words seemed to accumulate in a part of your brain.
“I just want to be yours again.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little late for that?” There was resentment in his voice, he could have claimed you even if it hurt his friendship with Scott, but he didn't want to.
“If it’s not today it will be tomorrow, if it’s not tomorrow it will be the day after tomorrow until I beat you, but don’t try to get it into my head that I’ll never have you again!”
Your heart began to beat with intense chimes close to your ear, not for a second did you stop looking at his agitated eyes, Vinnie didn't smell of alcohol, he was sober and conscious enough so that you didn't doubt the veracity of his outburst.
You felt your body change temperature, being so close to him was dangerous on the same level as it was attractive like a magnet. Slowly, Vinnie's nose moved over yours, his hands didn't let go of your face as if he was afraid of losing you.
All the self-sufficient and arrogant posture he adopted was lost there.
When your lips touched in another slow and eager kiss, your thoughts swept away that perverse feeling and transformed the fury into desire, you wanted him more than yesterday and even more than tomorrow, where they might not have another opportunity.
Your hands wandered over his shoulders and up to the back of his neck, where you stroked it with your thumb before sinking your fingers into the strands of golden hair. With an unexpected outburst, Vinnie surprised her when he lifted her body and wrapped her legs around his torso. Walking with you on his lap, he placed you on the hood of the car, wasting no time slowly navigating his hands over each part of your body.
It was not possible to let go of his swollen lips for even a minute, such was the need to have him. Hacker pulled his lips away from yours and dragged the moisture from his mouth across your face, burning every part he set on fire with the touch of his saliva. He curled up between your legs, you wanted to close them as soon as you felt the change in temperature, but Vinnie forced them to stay open.
“That’s right, love” he whispered, biting the tip of her ear in a deep voice, “Stay open for me, show me what you’ve got.”
A growl escaped your lips when he brushed his body against yours, you were wearing a skirt, and it rose with the movement, only the damp panties remaining that were revealing all your secrets to him.
The main one was that you couldn't resist Vinnie Hacker.
You followed Vinnie down your body without leaving eye contact with his golden eyes. His big hands grabbed your thigh and with the pressure of his fingers he fit between your legs.
“I’ve been missing that view so much…” he smiles, making your body tilt upwards when his index finger pushes your panties aside, letting a subtle wind hit your pussy. “You can’t hide that you missed me too.”
You preferred to remain silent even though the torture of him walking his fingers between your labia was obvious, you didn't want to have to agree with every word, it seemed more like an outrage.
Vinnie was willing to prove otherwise and slipped two fingers inside, eliciting a deep and unexpected moan from her lips.
“Oh my God” you groaned, feeling it slowly enter, enjoying your juice like a puddle.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t understand what you said, dear” he revealed in an even hoarser voice, lowering his head little by little, placing kisses on your crotch.
“This feels so fucking good”
“You deserve all the good things I have to give you.”
If you weren't tossing and turning with pleasure, those words would occupy a space in your mind, but you didn't have time to process them because Vinnie mouthed your pussy as if his life depended on it. His tongue moved in a gradual rhythm and before your body could arch with delirium, he forced your legs onto the car's bodywork so that you wouldn't move out of position.
He was strong, terribly hot and to make matters worse: he knew how to do it in a way that you would never forget.
That was the Hacker effect, once he was inside you, it was impossible to escape.
Each suction of his tongue against your sensitive skin made you roll your eyes, his fingers navigated to the hem of your crop top and went up to your nipples, you stimulated them in a silent game, interrupted only by your moans at the rhythm in which Vinnie stuck his insides against you and sucked you at the same time.
It felt like too much, you were about to explode and your body was about to erupt with such an amount of sensations. Vinnie made good use of the space and didn't leave a single part of himself unattended.
As if he felt that you were close to orgasm he paused, savoring your taste with his tongue through his lips, he stared at you and pulled you by your leg until you pressed your body against his. He suddenly scared you by placing your face against the car and sticking your ass in the air.
Vinnie prepared your entrance with his fingers, you wanted him to make you his as quickly as possible as if the world was about to end. His dick wasn't at all generous, like him and as soon as he entered your moan joined his like a song waking up the entire road.
The moon illuminated them, each time he penetrated you increasing the pace and his waist hit your ass, you ignored the mix of pain and just focused on the absurd sensation of being fucked by that guy.
Hatred seemed combustible and the rivalry between you was like gunpowder and flame that even though you needed to avoid each other to avoid causing destruction, you insisted on coming together.
During the thrusts, Vinnie grabs his hair with his free hand and arches his body until he stands up. You're on your back, without taking him out of you and looking at him from the side while Hacker gets into a visceral rhythm.
“When we’re done, I hope you never look me in the face again!” You said during the gasps.
“Your wish is my command, kitten.”
