❤︎ you love when i hate you ; vinnie hacker
‹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.”
rini’s note ; omg this is so much longer than i expected it to be LMAO ts barely got out brooo but idk i kinda like it might make a series similar academic rivals is such a hot trope 😩 idk it was rushed af but its kinda cute whatever 💔 (excuse any typos grrrr)
