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Casanova

HIIIII 🤍 Here is a little piece I've been working on for a while! This is inspired by the song Casanova by Rayland Baxter. Harry is a manipulative little twat in this, so bare with me 🤍

7.5K words;

TW: SLIGHT mommy kink. He doesn't call her mommy but he calls her mama and Miss/Missy. P in V sex, oral sex, phone sex. FACETIME SEX <3 Slight mentions of suicide. EXTREME drug and alcohol abuse. Arrests, jail. the works.

ENJOY AND GIVE ME A BOOP IF YOU LIKE IT :D

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Money, all I ever want is money But I never wanna work for the money So I borrow the money from a woman

Harry Styles knew who he was from a young age. A charmer. A flirt. He uses his wits and his good looks to manipulate the people around him until they have no choice but to give in, conning them and infiltrating their lives for his own gain.

His days are simple; He sleeps until 11, combs his hair into a perfect swirl of chocolate curls, brushes his perfectly white and straight teeth, spritzes his neck with his ridiculously priced Tom Ford cologne, climbs into his Porsche Cayenne to hit the gym, and grab an $18 smoothie for the ride home. From there, he lets the day unfold how it pleases, until it’s time to go to the club with his friends. Here and there, he’ll meet up with his dealer and his bookie to spice it up.

Rinse. Reuse. Repeat.

As a child, Harry was dirt poor. He’d never let anyone know that, however. His perfectly curated image blossomed the minute he got to college, leaving any ounce of mediocrity behind. His friends were none the wiser, assuming Harry was there blowing his trust fund like the rest of them, when really, he was a charity case.

Every day, he’d walk to the corner store for cigarettes for his dad and cans of tuna fish, stealing a small item to try and feel something. The owner, Mr. Abbott, knew Harry stole from him, but never said a word. He’d return to their one bedroom apartment, flicking the light on, only to find the electric bill hadn’t been paid.

His parents are not addicts or criminals, by any means. If they were, he’d at least have a touching back story. Neither of them have the drive or the desire to succeed like he does. They lived their simple lives, worked paycheck to paycheck to support him and his siblings and never worked for more.

On the day he left for college, he vowed to himself to never let anyone see him as the poor, pathetic boy he was. He’ll put his own silver spoon in his mouth, if he must.

So, as he sits high and mighty on his throne after doing a few lines off a pretty girl’s tits in the VIP section of his favorite club, The Viper, surrounded by his fellow socialite friends, he thinks of one person.

You.

Harry isn’t unemployed, per se, but, he doesn’t exactly have a job, either. Two years ago, at the ripe age of 21, he graduated magna cum laude from university, with top marks in all of his classes. But, he knew he didn’t want to work a traditional job. He wanted to travel, he wanted to live lavishly, and he wanted to party.

That’s where you come in. The gorgeous, alluring and kind-hearted woman that feeds the beast that is his lifestyle. He wouldn’t change it for the fucking world.

Swiping aimlessly one day on the dating apps, he stopped his scroll abruptly to study your profile. You’re perfectly curated - the collection of photos reflecting your outgoing personality and beauty.

38. Looking for some fun. Dog mom. CEO. Let me spoil you <3

Seeking a male ages 21-28.

His eyebrow quirks. A sugar mommy? Is that a thing?

He swipes right, hoping deep down you match. This could be it. This could be his way in. The funds from his financial aid are quickly dwindling, and he’d be sooner caught dead than with a part-time job.

He dawdles around his apartment for a few hours, pacing the room to see if you matched with him. The possibility of this arrangement is scratching an itch he’s been desperate to quell.

He readies himself to meet his friends at the club, placing cologne on his neck and wrists. For good measure, he adjusts himself in his trousers to get a little blood flowing down there.

As he plucks his keys from the door, he hears the familiar ping from the dating site ring out from his laptop. Stopping in his tracks, he pivots to stand at his desk. He swallows thickly before entering his passcode.

Congratulations, Casanova94, you matched with BabyHoneyxo

A dazed smile makes its way to his lips, his dimple popping significantly. This is going to be good.

Can you believe I never met her? Can you believe she never met me, too? But she calls me everyday, telling me to behave And no I never listened

Now, almost two years later, you and Harry have still never met in person. But, that’s by your request. You want a companion. A call boy. Someone who will always answer the phone when you need it. And ever since you inherited your family’s wealth and company, you want someone to spoil.

It started off slow; texts asking about one another’s day, learning about hobbies and interests. Then, the wire deposits came in. Harry wasn’t sure if he had hearts in his eyes or dollar signs. You don’t tell him how to spend the money, but you definitely drop hints.

“Get yourself a new outfit, baby. Then send me a picture,” you smiled lazily on FaceTime one night. “Maybe you can find something to match the Porsche.”

Harry chuckles boyishly, “You’re too good to me. I just went shopping last week!”

He has you eating out of the palm of his hand.

“I know, I know. I just want my baby boy to be happy. Can you pull yourself out for me, baby? Wanna see you,” you purr, making yourself comfortable on your king sized bed in your quiet penthouse. You’re winding down for bed, even though your lover is just getting ready for the night.

“Mhm,” Harry responds, voice an octave higher and desperate sounding. He slides himself out, letting his cock harden slowly in his hands. “My friends will be here soon, Missy.”

“That’s okay, bubba. We’ll be quick. Mmm, look how big and gorgeous you are,” your sultry tone sends shivers up his spine. He adjusts the camera so you’re looking at his abdomen from below his thick cock.

“My perfect boy,” you moan out as you touch your clit for the first time this evening. “Always so good for me.”

“Yes, Missy. Wanna be good for you. Can I touch myself harder now?”

“Yeah, baby, go ahead. Squeeze that big cock. Tell me when you’re close.”

At this point, you’re furiously rubbing your clit, and gently teasing a finger inside. His breaths are becoming more labored as he pumps his cock at a faster pace. You pause just before your climax, sending your heart rate to a thunderous pace you can hear the ringing in your ears.

You look over at your phone propped up next to you to find your little love sweating and fisting himself hurriedly. The whimpers coming from the other end make the hairs on your arms stand up. After a beat, you continue the assault on your clit, starting off slow in order to reach that peak again.

“I-I’m close, Missy. Please let me cum. I f-feel so good,” at the tail end of his begging, he moans deeply.

“Uh-uh. Who always cums first, baby?”

“You, Mama. You cum first,” he pants, his eyes making panicked contact with yours.

“That’s right. Good boy. I’m so close baby,” you squeak out as you stick two fingers in your cunt. You cry out, at your release, gently tweaking your nipple with your other hand.

Harry isn’t far behind, taking one last swipe over his tip, using his other hand to cup his balls. He cums all over his fist, small specks of white littering his belly. He whimpers again, barely able to open his eyes.

“Let me see, baby,” you whisper, waiting for him to show you his load. He pans the camera silently, the haze already leaving his head. But he’d never tell you that.

“Thank you, Missy. I feel so good.”

“Mmm, bet you do, baby. Now go clean up and have fun with your friends. I’ll talk you tomorrow. Behave!”

“Okay, I will. Goodnight.”

The minute Harry presses ‘end’, an ounce of remorse bubbles in his chest. Just an ounce. He rises from his bed to jump in the shower, ridding him of his guilt and shame.

Sure, you’re gorgeous, and nice. But you’re not what’s getting him off. Or so he likes to tell himself. Throughout your sessions on FaceTime, Harry’s mind wanders to the girls he’s hooked up with the weekend before, and the countless drugs he’ll consume on a night out. That’s what gets his rocks off.

You’re the means to his ends. The gateway to his wildest dreams. He’s going to hold onto you for as long as he can, even if he has to get off over the phone a few nights, or pretend to care about the philanthropy you’re supporting that week.

Harry should be your only philanthropy, he thinks to himself. This is the easiest job he’s ever done. And it only makes it better that he can do whatever he wants, with no consequences.

As he gets out of the shower, his prick still swinging in the air, he picks up his phone to see a Venmo payment from you.

Y/N L/N paid Harry Styles - $2,000.00 - 😘

Without even hesitating, Harry, heart rate rising a bit, opens up a text field - to his club promoter. He ignores the dozens of texts from family members over the last few weeks. He’ll make his yearly obligation call to his mother at some point.

Hey, Mike! Can we upgrade to V.I.P tonight? I can put $2K down now.

He’ll thank you later. Tonight, he’s the hero of his friend group. A slight nervousness prickles on his neck. Harry isn’t naive - he knows he should be smarter with his money - your money. But you haven’t given him any reason to believe the well will run dry any time soon.

So far, despite your generosity, Harry still lives paycheck to paycheck. He blows his money on extravagant trips, nights out at the club, and plenty of booze and coke. It’s times he hopes to look back on one day and smile. He swears to you he’s saving the money and working towards investing and buying a house.

Scout’s honor.

I got a real bad feeling, I'ma let her down Got a hole in my pocket and I'm running around Spending all of her money on drugs and things To keep my mind from runnin' Back to the hole that I came from

Every night that he steps out of his apartment, he shakes the nagging feeling in his gut, the embodiment of the life he left behind. He calls his Uber Black to take him to the Viper, his little white baggy in the breast pocket of his Burberry overcoat.

He nods to the driver when he opens his door and proceeds to pour a small line of the substance onto the screen of his phone, but not without seeing another text from you.

Mrs. Robinson 🤍: Enjoy the night, sweet boy! Be safe xo

Harry smiles to himself at your contact in his phone. You all but had a fit when you found out he’d never seen The Graduate. Once he saw it, his world changed.

Swiping away your message, he plugs up his nostril, inhaling sharply as he moves his face over the surface of the screen. He grunts lightly, throwing his head back and shaking it out. That should hold him over until they’re in their secluded area of the club.

The car pulls up to the club around 11:45, the house music already bumping. The line looks brutal. He scans it to see if he spots any 10s waiting that can keep him company later. Miles, Marquise and Jade are already inside at their table.

The bouncers greet Harry, bumping his fist and patting him on the back. He can feel the eyes of the nobodies in line glaring at him enviously. When you spend the average person’s salary in one night at the club, you eagerly reap the benefits.

As he’s escorted through the crowd by the five-foot-nothing hostess, his senses are on high alert. He can hear his heart beating over the music and can feel the bass shaking the floors. He smiles tightly at the girl as she leads him to his table and scurries back into the crowd.

Marquise and Miles, his best friends from undergrad stand to greet him, as Jade greets him from the lap of her catch of the day, a burly, bearded dude already glowing from sweat and the 8-ball they’re about to dig into.

Taking his first swig of the Don Julio his regular bottle service girl, Tasia, pours into his mouth, he cracks a wicked smile, convincing himself there’s no where else he’d rather be.

Back to the hole that I came from Back to the hole that I came from Back to the hole that I came from And I don't ever want to go back

“So,” you start quietly on your daily FaceTime coffee date. You’re perched in your home library’s windowsill. “I was thinking of flying you in for my 40th. It’s going to be pretty chill. I’ll probably hire a chef and have a dinner at my place. Maybe 15-20 people.”

Harry is cocooned in a blanket on his bed, his iced coffee you had DoorDashed to his apartment slowly melting on his bedside table. His eyes had slowly drifted shut as he listened to you talk about everything and nothing. That’s how these things went — you talk and he listens. You’re after his companionship, after all.

At your words, his eyes shoot open, causing him to try and sit up gently so he can hear you better, not believing what you’re saying. Inhaling, he hesitates before he starts to reply.

“Uh, um,” he bites his lip and looks at himself in the corner of the screen, trying to gauge if he looks as shocked as he sounds. “W-when are you thinking? I have a couple trips coming up and plans with my friends.”

He decides to play it cool. You have to know this is a huge development in this arrangement, right?

“Well, my birthday is the 27th, obviously.”

He scoffs, “I knew that part, Miss. When is the party?”

“Watch the ‘tude, baby. I was hoping for that Saturday, maybe. But I’d be willing to work around what you have coming up.”

He’s lying through his teeth. He doesn’t have major travel plans until the summer, when his friend group will jet off to Greece. He’s been saving up your pennies to charter a private plane.

“Don’t agree to it now, but please think about it. I love spending time with you and I’d love to finally meet you. We can tell my family that you’re part of one of my philanthropy groups. I’m your largest donor, after all,” you stick your tongue out at him.

“Okay, let me get myself together for the day, and I can see what’s going on,” Harry grits out, trying not to let you down.

“Okay, baby. Have a good day. Let me know if you get up to anything fun,” you say with a mild hurt in your tone. The least he can do is make an effort to finally meet you.

“Will do. Bye, Miss,” He says quietly, swiftly hanging up the call and chucking the phone towards his pillows.

“Fuck!”

Hm, Casanova You know that I'm a casanova Throw my pennies in the well Waking up in jail 'Cause I never paid attention Do you remember all the good times? Do you remember all the bad times too? She reminds me everyday, telling me to behave And no I never listened

You didn’t let him off the hook that easily. Every day that passes as your birthday party looms, you mention flights, or activities you can do once he arrives. Harry laughs them off, distracting you by touching himself or telling a story from his gatherings with friends.

It’s not until you’re barking orders at him over the phone, 1 week before your party, denying his orgasm that he finally relents.

“Miss, please, I-I need to cum,” he whimpers as he has a ghostly touch over his angry, red cock. “P-please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, hm? I want my pretty baby at my birthday party. Wanna show you off and whisper filthy things in your ear and feel that pretty cock under the table. Agree to fly out to me and I’ll let you cum, baby.”

“Miss,” he croaks out, his stomach in shambles trying to stop himself from coming for the third time. “Okay, okay, Mama, I’ll go. I-I’ll come for your birthday! Please let me cum.”

You all but squeal in delight, instructing him to finally let go. Talking him through it, he keens from your praises for following the rules. A nervous heat travels up his neck, realizing what he agreed to in his post-nut clarity.

“Good boy. Take a picture before you clean up, okay? I’ll talk to you in the morning and I’ll have my assistant send over your travel information.”

He nods, unable to make eye contact. You’re oblivious and overjoyed, thinking he’s just too fucked out to look at you.

“G’night, Missy,” he chokes out.

“Goodnight, sweet boy,” you hum before hanging up.

Harry snaps a photo of his messy left fist and cum-covered stomach before cleaning himself up and returning to bed. He eagerly picks up his phone to check his dating apps for his matches. He’d been talking to a new girl, Madelyn, for the past week, so excitement bubbles in his stomach.

She’s meeting him and his regular group at the Viper tonight, so he’s excited to show off to her. Maybe she’ll even be down for a romp in the back seat of his Porsche.

His phone pings, signaling another deposit from you.

Y/N L/N paid Harry Styles - $5,000 - Can’t wait to see you 😘

He smiles, his right thumb picking at the skin of his ring finger. The guilt he feels from abusing your kindness starts to eat at him. But he didn’t get this far by being nice to people. You can’t possibly have feelings for him, right? You haven’t even met, for god’s sake. He shivers, shaking the feeling so he can focus on the night ahead.

Pushing you far, far in the back of his mind.

It’s now the night before your 40th birthday party, and you’re buzzing with excitement. Your penthouse is decorated in pink and floral frill - almost like your Great Aunt Gertrude exploded - but it’s chic and will be a hit amongst your New York City socialite friends. Your party planner floats around the room, puttering with the florals, candles and gem stones scattered around.

You anxiously check the time, counting down the hours until Harry boards his flight from LA. He’s jumping on a red eye, so you’ll greet him with coffee and donuts when he lands. A pang of nervousness hits you as you remember how distant he was this week, saying he was busy with friends or doing god knows what an unemployed 23 year old does in Los Angeles.

Monday, 3:31 PM

Mr. Gladstone 🤍: Sorry, missy. I’ve been at Miles’ art showing all day.

Wednesday, 11:27 AM

Mr. Gladstone 🤍: Sorry! At the gym with Do Not Disturb on. Hey, can you send me some cash? Last min car maintenance 😢

Friday, 5:58 PM

Mr. Gladstone 🤍: Hi missy. My friends want to go to the opening of the new Carbone out here. Think your friends can get us a table? It’ll be 9 of us.

Hope your dad’s chemo appointment went okay.

You can’t be mad at the little monster you’ve let him become. You are always an after thought as his only priority is making sure the cash cow is alive and well. He extends effort just enough to make the butterflies in your stomach reappear when he does give you the attention you crave.

Inhaling deeply, you ascend up the grand staircase in your Upper East Side brownstone and begin your pampering routine, sending photos to Harry of the hydrating eye patches on and curlers in your hair, blowing kisses and sticking out your tongue.

Typically, Harry answers relatively quickly to your silly messages, but, tonight, he’s gone radio silent. Maybe he’s trying to conserve his phone battery for the flight?

You open your medicine cabinet to examine your fast-acting anti-anxiety pills, hoping you can will away this uneasy feeling. Padding over to your bed, you pop your pills before tucking into your silk sheets. Before putting your phone on the charger, you send Harry one last message.

Mrs. Robinson 🤍: Safe flight, baby ♥️ I’ll be tracking you, but tell me which terminal when you land. Can’t wait to see you 😚

Flicking out the light, you close your eyes with the hopes of finally meeting your lover in just twelve hours.

I got a real bad feeling I'ma lose my cool Everywhere that I go, everything that I do Stop me using the money on drugs and things To keep my mind from runnin'

Back to the hole that I came from Back to the hole that I came from Back to the hole that I came from Back to the hole that I came from And I don't ever want to go back

Ping!

Harry, Delta airlines can’t wait to welcome you aboard Flight 0723 to JFK, departing 18:35

Ping!

You may now board Flight 0723 to JFK, departing 18:35. Welcome aboard, Harry.

Harry’s leg is bouncing uncontrollably as he watches the busy bodies move around him. Despite his social butterfly nature, his social anxiety rears its ugly head every once in a while. Or, it could be tonight’s concoction of pills.

He places his phone on Do Not Disturb, just as he gets a text from you. Closing his eyes in defeat, he comes face to face with the awful, shameful and downright despicable choice he’s made.

He’s not going to New York.

Instead, he’s standing booth side at a club next to John Summit, his favorite DJ, as he passes around a bottle of 1942. The pills he’s on are plastering a wide smile on his face as the throng of bodies around him jump around, despite the absolute panic and guilt he feels in his veins.

He’s wondering when you’ll realize he’s not coming. The lack of texts? The empty escalator to the pick-up area well after the flight has landed? He can picture your cherub cheeks reddening with embarrassment, fighting back hot tears.

To distract himself, he leans down to capture the blonde girl to his left in a kiss, despite not even making eye contact with her prior. When she peers up at him, her pupils are just as dilated as his as they sway back and forth.

He kisses her once more, just as Marquise offers him another baggie.

The panic sets in about 30 minutes after his flight landed. Surely that’s enough time to grab his bag and meet you here, right?

Your eyes urgently scan over every person that walks by probably sending them into fight or flight as a deranged woman looks them over in search for her boy.

You look down at your phone, the background a photo of your dog, completely clear of any notifications. With vigor, you throw out the box of donuts and his iced black Americano. Swallowing your pride, you skulk back to the parking lot to cry in the safety of your car.

You feel like a loser. A pathetic middle-aged woman who got fooled by a man half her age. The mental gymnastics that takes place as you drive home with white knuckles on the steering wheel should have you committed.

Your dating life wasn’t easy. It started in high school, where you were invisible to the boys, always deemed not good enough to date. Extending through college, you were still nearly invisible, working over time to find just one guy to have any interest in you and take your virginity. Just to get it over with.

As the dating scene expanded in your 20s, you still struck out with men your age. It wasn’t until your late 30s when your hopes and dreams of a family came crashing down on you that you’d made that godforsaken dating profile.

You still remember how your heart skipped a beat when you saw Harry’s photo for the first time. His boyish charm was palpable, followed by his incredibly witty prompt answers. He was your solution. If you couldn’t earn someone’s love, you could at least buy it.

The lump in your throat is preventing you from calling him and leaving the fiery voicemail you so want to do. You assume he’ll ignore any calls from you anyway.

Pulling into your private garage, you let out your frustrations by wailing and smacking the steering wheel of your Bentley. To prying eyes, the cops should be called. You allow yourself to flip for 5 minutes before putting on a brave face and going inside to begin getting ready for your birthday party, ringing in another year of heartbreak and disappointment.

3 glasses of a 1982 Cabernet Sauvignon. That’s how much alcohol it took to have you crying in front of your friends and family.

You couldn’t tell them what was really wrong, of course. They have no idea about your and Harry’s arrangement. They’d call you an idiot if they knew how much money you’ve sent him.

Everyone is shooting you sympathetic looks as you cry on your best friend’s shoulder. For all they know, you’re stressed with work and your dad’s cancer diagnosis. It’s a lot of pressure on a single woman.

Rubbing your back, Candice whispers all the affirmations she’s been telling you since college. It’s incredibly annoying to get advice from someone whose life is perfect.

You quietly thank her, clearing your throat of the lump that’s formed. Looking around the room, you make a break for it, grabbing your phone as you lock yourself in the guest bathroom.

Tears blurring your vision, you dial his number for the first time all day. It rings and rings, finally sending you to voicemail, as you’d suspected.

You’re silent for a beat after the beep.

“I-I don’t even have words for how I’m feeling right now. I was so fucking excited to see you��feel you….kiss you. And instead I’m locked in a bathroom at my own birthday party, calling you like a fucking loser,” you start, snot threatening to drip down your face.

“I give, and I give and I give, and yet you still let me look like a fucking idiot in front of my friends and family. You couldn’t do one fucking thing for me? You…You didn’t even have to put any effort. I paid for a car service, paid for a first-class seat, bought you a wardrobe…”

“I just hope whatever the fuck you’re doing right now is worth it. I don’t ask questions about what you do with my money, since I’m the one who started this. B-but I thought you were a decent person. I feel so fucking stupid right now,” you are talking to yourself at this point. You shakily inhale and stare at the ceiling.

“We’re done. I’m done with your bullshit. I’m not gonna let some ungrateful brat take advantage of me anymore. Have a nice life, Harry. Hope you have to move back to bumblefuck and lose all the friends you’ve been lying to this whole time,” you end off the message with pure venom leaking through your words.

You press end, feeling slightly better that you’d used his deepest darkest secret as ammunition. The mirror in front of you shows a shocking picture; running mascara, watery, red eyes, and disheveled hair.

Patting some toilet paper under your eyes, you clean up the best you can before returning back to the party. If you were strong, you’d block his number. But you can’t help but wonder what his response could be.

He deserves it. It’s 4:40 AM and he just mustered the courage to listen to your message. His under eyes feel heavy as he listens to your words, hitting him where it hurts. His hands are shaking as he lowers the phone to his lap, drowning out the sound of your sad, heartbreaking voice.

5 years ago, he was a decent person. Now, he looks in the mirror and sees his slightly gaunt face and tired eyes staring back at him. He even notices a few gray hairs every once in a while.

His lifestyle takes a toll on him — He’s well aware of that. But for now, he has no reason to stop. Harry lightly smacks his head back on the seat of the Uber back to his apartment. Cracking the window, he lets the sounds of the early morning deter him from vomiting.

The car arrives at his apartment — a guest house in Hidden Hills, the only place he can afford with the zip code he desires so badly. He never brings anyone to his place, too paranoid of his secrets getting out. Vision doubling, he struggles to stick his key in the lock. He knees the door has he twists the knob, sending him tumbling flat on his face.

Smacking his head on the tile floor, he recoils, lifting his hand to feel droplets of blood on his nose and bottom lip. The metallic taste is leaking into his mouth, sending him into a spiral. His front door is still wide open, allowing him to see the sun peaking over the hills in the distance.

He crawls over to the threshold, slamming the door shut with his foot. He lays back down on the cool floor, exhausted from his efforts. His breathing evened out, lulling him into a comatose state before succumbing to the darkness.

But before he passes out, all he can picture is your gorgeous, disappointed face.

I'm back in the hole I got nowhere to go La la la la, la, la Spinning around In the cold dark hole deep down in the ground Back to the hole that I came from Back to the hole that I came from

The thing about rock bottom is that you don’t realize you’ve hit it until you’re clawing your way back to the top.

In the days following your fallout, Harry’s experienced enough misfortunes to last a lifetime. It started off with his credit card declining on a $6 breakfast sandwich, only to come back hungry and sad to his car being repossessed in front of all the Hidden Hills housewives out and about.

The panic rises in his chest, and it’s taking everything in him not to call you and beg for forgiveness. He’s come to realize how fucked up his actions towards you became. He misses the butterflies and longing he felt when you first started your arrangement.

He stomps back inside, miserable and feeling like a loser. If it wasn’t for Marquise’s birthday party later, he’d be sure to go dive in the ocean in hopes of never resurfacing.

His closet is taunting him — full of the clothes you’ve bought him. He can remember every single piece he tried on for you, and the praise you were so quick to give him. He never reciprocated when you’d show him new pieces and showing off your incredible body. But, you hadn’t called him out on it, so he continued on.

The all black outfit he chose reflects his mental state. Filled with dread and remorse, he pulls out his kitchen drawer to peruse the substances he has left. His stash is dwindling as fast as his bank account, so he has to be strategic until he figures out his next move.

Grabbing the baggies, he situates them in the breast pocket of his jacket to conceal everything. They’re going to a new club tonight, so there’s no being saved by the bouncers if shit goes south.

The party goes off without a hitch. Bottles pouring, dancers hanging from the ceiling, and an influx of out of town girls willing to do anyone and anything. Harry has nearly pushed you completely out of his mind, but he does something completely out of character.

Mr. Gladstone 🤍: I’m sorry.

You’re at a wine bar with your girlfriends in the Village, and the message you receive shakes you to your core. You haven’t heard from him in days. Not even after you repossessed the car and canceled his credit card tied to your account. You thought for sure that would smoke him out of his foxhole. But, he’s Harry. He’s selfish and too full of pride to ever come forward and apologize.

Your friends notice the faltered look on your face, but opt to ignore it as they bitch about their husbands and kids. Despite your fleeting dreams of having a family, most of the time you’re thankful you can’t relate to them.

Turning off your phone, you throw it in your new Kelly bag — a little treat to get over the heartbreak — and return to the conversation.

He doesn’t even remember how it went down.

The last clear memory he has is being escorted out of the club to go back to Marquise’s. The combination of coke and alcohol, plus this week’s tumultuous events had him on edge, so when the unfamiliar bouncer at this mediocre club grabbed him wrong, it sent Harry into a frenzy.

To match his bloody nose and busted lip, his knuckles are now decorated with crusty amber smatterings of blood — his own, and the bouncer’s. His jaw and wrist were aching, still mouthing off like a rabid animal as the cop read him his Miranda rights.

So now, he sits in a cold cell in the county jail awaiting his arraignment — a seemingly straight forward assault and battery charge, now amplified by the 40 grams of cocaine and Adderall in his coat pocket. The bastard cop smiled to himself when he patted him down. Harry will give him this one, the rinkydink small town cop who is used to giving out traffic violations.

Tired, in dire need to piss, and on the verge of a mental breakdown, Harry’s head snaps up when the officer notifies him of his bail — a measly $75,000 — and lets him know he has one phone call. Balling his fists, he looks up at the ceiling.

“Fuck!”

The cop assists him in standing up. His wrists are chained together behind his back, after all. Releasing him from the confines, Harry rubs his wrists where the cheap metal chafed him.

“You have 5 minutes to make a call. Do you know the phone number or do you need me to access your cell phone?”

Harry scoffs. Who the fuck still memorizes phone numbers?

“Phone,” he replies, a clear edge in his voice.

“Whose contact am I looking for? Mom, Dad?”

“Fuck’s sake. No, I need the number of,” Harry pauses suddenly as he remembers your name in his phone.

“Mrs. Robinson,” he finishes quietly.

The cop raises his eyebrows, but says nothing, and reads the number aloud to him. It rings, and rings, diminishing any hope that you’ll answer. It’s in this moment Harry is at his rockbottom.

“Hello?”

“This is a collect call from the Department of Corrections for the City of Los Angeles. An individual is trying to contact you. Do you wish to answer?”

You gasp as the automated voice informs you of your worst nightmare.

“Hello?” you say quietly. It’s 8:15 AM, and you’re at the cafe on the corner for a latte and reading, trying not to disturb those around you.

“M-missy?” His voice sounds broken. It sends a stabbing pain straight through your chest.

“Harry, what happened? What did you do?”

“I-I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. N-not just with you. I know I fucked everything u-up,” he’s starting to sob, unable to catch his breath between words.

“B-but I got into a pretty bad fight last night, and I had some,” Harry pauses to look over his shoulder to make sure the officer isn’t listening. He wipes the tears in his eyes with his thumb. “I had some stuff on me, so now I’m in a lot more trouble. A-and I know I fucked everything up and I don’t deserve anything from you, but I don’t have enough money for bail.”

You sigh, not really even sure where to begin. Tears are threatening to spill over as you hear his clearly broken sobs.

“How much do you need?”

At this point, Harry hung his head at your silence. He snaps his head back up when you agree to help him.

“It’s $75,000.”

“Jesus, Harry, what the fuck did you do?”

“I don’t even know, I barely have any memory of—”

“Five minutes, inmate!” the officer interrupts him.

Harry rolls his eyes and continues.

“I’m not sure what happens next. B-but thank you, Y/N. I know I don’t deserve this in the slightest.”

You shiver at his use of your first name. Closing your eyes, “I know you don’t. Just tell me who I need to call.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you mutter as you hear your incessant doorbell ring. It’s 6 in the morning, just a few days after you paid Harry’s bail. You’ve been laying low, unsure if you’ll even hear from him again.

Your doorman, Paul, informs you of a visitor. A visitor? At this time? Unable to even comprehend what’s going on, you press the button to confirm opening the door, and wait.

Your bunny slippered feet tap your coffee table anxiously. Is it your mom? Here to inform you of someone’s death? Or is it your best friend from college who couldn’t come to your party? Or is it —

You’re broken from your racing thoughts as a timid knock on the door echoes through the house. You shuffle hesitantly over to the door, unable to even bring yourself to look through the peephole.

Closing your eyes while pulling open the door, the absolute wind is knocked out of you as you eye up your waiting guest.

He’s tall, tanned and gorgeous as his photos. It’s unfair to look like this after stepping off what she assumes was a red eye flight. He looks exhausted. His lip and nose are busted, and he has a yellowing bruise on his left eye.

“W-what?” you flounder in disbelief.

His hands fold together at your reaction, unsure if he should hug you or keep a respectable distance. He opens his mouth to say something, but stops himself. He’ll play by your rules.

“What the fuck is going on?”

You look adorable. The sleep barely wiped from your eyes. Slight bed head and disheveled silk pajamas. Harry is in disbelief that this is the woman he’s come to realize his feelings for.

“I know this is so fucked up,” he trails off. “Coming here. I don’t deserve even a minute of your time, but I needed to come here and tell you how fucking sorry I am. How deep into the superficial bullshit I got. I took advantage of you and your kindness and I lost myself in the process.”

You must look flabbergasted, because he inches closer, placing his hands gently on your arms. His touch is searing, but the first reminder that he’s actually standing in front of you and not an extremely lifelike apparition.

“I-I,” you stumble.

“We don’t even have to talk right now. You can send me away, if you need. But I’m here, I’m here in New York and I want to change. I want to be better for you. These last few days— when I had absolutely nothing — made me realize something.”

His eyes are now earnest and starting to tear up. Your reflection is so clear in his tide pool green irises.

“I had nothing, and it made me realizing you’re my everything.”

His profession had you clutching your metaphorical pearls. Your heart is racing, sending your central nervous system into a tizzy. You know he’s not lying, because he’s looking dead in your eyes waiting for your reply.

“H-Harry, I don’t even know what to say,” you stall. Your body knows what it wants to say.

“I know and like I said, if you need time, I underst—”

“If you’re here and you’re not bullshitting me; you really want to change. Then, you’ll fuck me like it.”

If Harry’s jaw could drop to the basement, it would. Instead of word vomiting, he lunges forward, guiding both of your bodies back to the hallway and placing a panty-dropping kiss on your lips. He doesn’t even have time to admire your beautiful home.

You break the kiss, grabbing his wrist to lead him to your room. The sheets are mussed, your clothes are all over, but you can’t even begin to fucking care. You all but dive back onto your bed, pulling your nightgown up to reveal your bare, perfect pussy.

Harry drops to his knees, wrapping his hands around your thighs. The photos and the FaceTimes don’t do any justice to the sight in front of him. You’re complete and utter perfection.

He waits for your approval before leaning forward to lick from back to front. Your back arches slightly, throwing your ankles over his shoulder. His fingertips dig into your skin deliciously, so you grab onto your blankets for dear life.

“Give it to me, Missy. I’ve been waiting two years for this perfect cunt. What the fuck was I waiting for?”

You laugh, not expecting his sense of humor at this moment. For the last few months, it’s been like talking to a robot. It was an exchange of goods and services. But here, in front of you, is a man. A man who’s willing to change his ways for you. The man you’ve waited all your life for.

“Always here for you. It’s yours,” you purr, placing your hands on top of his.

He growls, vigorously licking into you. He removes his right hand to insert his two middle fingers into your center. This has you howling, unable to even remember the last time a man did this for you.

“Baby, baby. I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum for you, finally,” you whine, focusing on the immeasurable pleasure stemming from your legs.

“Mhm, I can feel you, Mama. Let go for me,” he begs, making direct eye contact with you.

It’s the moment you lock eyes that you’re letting go. All the stars are aligning and symphonies are playing in your head.

“Ah, ah! There, Harry!”

Harry keens at hearing his name roll off your tongue. He slides up your body to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself. You grab at his under shirt, insinuating that you want it off.

He peels it off and cheekily pulls your tit out of your nightie. He winks before connecting his lips to your nipple, rolling his tongue around the bud and sucking gently.

“Please, want you inside me. Gimme my big cock, baby.”

“It’s yours, Mama. All of me.”

Harry slides his briefs down his legs, revealing the main event. His dick swings slightly before hitting him in the stomach. You moan, unable to wait even another minute for him.

“Please,” you cry out, scratching down his chest.

He lines himself up, moaning in ecstasy as he pushes in. Your mouth falls open, a silent whine escaping.

“So big, baby. I should’ve flown out to you the minute you sent me a dick pic. Like a fucking middle schooler.”

Now Harry is laughing. He’s in disbelief that he would ever treat you the way he did. The clarity from the last few days is damning.

His pumps are getting faster and longer, bottoming out every other thrust. He looks down to where you’re connected, your pussy lips wrapped around him deliciously, a slight white substance leaking out of you. He leans down to kiss you, wanting this connection he’s subconsciously wanted since he met you.

“Want you to cum with me, Missy. Cum with me. Want to show you I mean it. I mean everything I said.”

You gently put your hand on his cheek, to which he immediately nuzzles in at the touch.

“I know you mean it, baby. It’ll be okay. We’ll figure this out.”

He nods, leaning down to kiss you again, his thrusts slowing but still ramming you to the hilt.

“You close?”

“Yes, baby boy. Cum with me, I’m cumming now.”

Harry’s cock twitches as he bumps your walls before releasing long and deep into you. You push your noses together, lips ghosting over one another’s.

Harry is finally home.

“You’re gonna fucking pay for this, little brat.”

He flashes a shit eating grin, kissing you again.

“I expect nothing less.”

And I don't ever Back to the hole that I came from Back to the hole that I came from And I don't ever want to go back

#harry styles #harrystyles #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry edward styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles fiction #harry styles fan fic #harry styles x yn #harry styles writing #harry styles au #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff

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libraryofloveletters · 5 months

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A Visit To Santa

Jude Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Warnings: jobe is being treated like a kid, pranks from you and jude, miss denise gets new photos for her house, childhood coded lol, jobe is like your little brother too, miss denise thinks y'all finna crash her bmw lmao

Word Count: 768

Author's Note: this one is for bookie @themandaloriansdiaries - our favourite brothers :)

Jude decides now that you two are back home in England to take his brother to do the one thing they always did as kids; visit Santa.

England welcomed you two home, a change from the Spanish sunshine was welcomed; though you missed it the moment you got off of the plane.

You and Jude were spending the holidays with his family, both Bellingham brothers, you and their parents were at home. Mark and Denise were making dinner or something of the sorts in the kitchen, Jobe was in his bedroom and you and Jude were in his room.

Jude's head rested on your belly, your fingers tapping on his forehead as you scrolled through your phone with the other hand.

"I'm bored," your boyfriend announces.

"Congratulations," you tell him, as if you were supposed to do something about that.

Jude rolls his eyes, "let's go do something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," he sighs, sitting up. You look over at him, "how about shopping? Or we could go for a drive or something?"

"The shopping mall?" he asked, looking over your shoulder. There's a look on his face that you've seen before, pure mischief. Your brows raise, waiting for him to continue. "Yeah, let's go."

"What're you up to?" You asked him, Jude pulls you off of the bed.

"I'll go grab Jobe."

You stop your boyfriend, grabbing his hand. "What is this? What's all this excitement? You hate the mall."

His eyes crinkle as he chuckles, "let's take Jobe to see Santa."

You can't help the laugh, letting go of his hand. "Okay babe. Go get him, I'll get the car keys from your mom."

Jude and Jobe meet you downstairs, Denise hands you her car keys. "Be careful please," she warns her sons, not you. She knew you'd handle them.

"We'll be back for dinner," Jude tells his mom, kissing her cheek before grabbing your hand.

You shout a bye to her and Mark as you three are out the front door and pile into the car. You drove of course, Jude doesn't drive and Jobe was a designated back seat driver. Jude had told his brother that you wanted to go shopping and he agreed to join you, saying he could use some fresh air.

The mall was a madhouse, it was T-minus 2 days to Christmas and everyone was rushing to get last minute shopping done.

You made a B-line for Santa's workshop in the mall, making it seem like you wanted to take a couple's photo of you and Jude with Santa.

Jobe shakes his head, "this is ridiculous," he tells you, waiting in line with you two.

"Do you not believe in the magic of Christmas, Jojo?" You teased him, pinching his cheek gently; you looked at Jobe like your little brother as well, teasing him the same way his brother would, having your own little nickname for him.

Jude smiles, watching as Jobe swats your hand away, making you laugh.

It takes a few minutes to get to the front of the line, the woman dressed as an elf calling you up to take your photo.

Jobe feels a light shove, Jude pushing him to Santa. "What?" he asked his brother, looking a bit lost.

"Go take your pic, mate."

"What?" Jobe scoffed, "I'm not going."

You take his coat from him, "go on, Jojo. Santa's waiting." You tell him, lips pressed together so you don't laugh. Jobe grumbles under his breath, something about hating you guys as he begrudgingly walks over to Santa.

The younger Bellingham sits beside Santa, the fakest smile you've ever seen on his face as the camera flashes.

Jude takes your hand, bringing you over to Santa. The two of you joined in. Jobe and Jude on either side of Santa and somehow you ended up on Santa's lap.

"On three, say merry Christmas!" The woman behind the camera says, counting to three before it flashes.

You let Santa speak to Jude and Jobe while you went to the counter to get the printed photos. You got two prints of the photo with the 3 of you, one for your home in Madrid and one for their home here in England. You also got a printed version of the solo shot with Jobe and Santa for the fridge at home.

The boys met you by the counter, Jude handing out his card so you can pay. "I can't believe you made me do that," Jobe mumbled, huffing.

You laugh, kissing his cheek. "It's okay, buddy."

Jude holds your hand, the bag with the photos in hand. "You're still a kid to us, mate." He laughs, pulling you into his side. "Let's go before we get in trouble for being late to dinner.

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x y/n #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #football imagine #football blurb #jobe bellingham x reader

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moonalumi · 5 months

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first kiss w jackson ellie <3

“ellie kiss me…”

an- i wanted to do tlou universe but it ended up modern but i’ll probably make a pt 2 but GUYSS i love els so much guys especially jackson era like she’s so princess bookie baby bear cutie pie angel honey bun

stars litter the sky, moon being the only source of light in the scuffed up car belonging to an equally scuffed up auburn hair having girl who tonight; points out all the planets that are visible that night, to you.

“how can you not see it it’s so obvious!”

“ellie, im not a big ol nerd like you,” you say, sighing frustrated into your seat. ellie shortly following, “i’m not a nerd it’s just— whatever.” throwing her hand up in the air and resting them on the steering wheel.

“aww i’m sorry did i get you mad?” you tease, sitting up and leaning into her while a cheeky smile plastered on your face.

ellie’s eyes widen, her getting visibly nervous now at your closeness, “no no i’m not mad i’m sorry if i—“

giggling you put your hand on her arm, “calm down i’m just teasing you dork.”

she stifles a laugh then focusing her gaze at your hand now rubbing soft circles on her hand. then trailing up to stare at your lips. a comfortable silence takes over as fiddle with ellie’s fingers, and the rings (you picked out for her early in your friendship.)

and although the silence for you is comforting, ellie is flushed with nerves. the moment seems too intimate, too domestic, too loving. so whenever you find yourselves in quiet moments like these, she ruins it. by clearing her throat or teasing you. it’s no different this time, she’s quick to shut it down for the sole reason that she doesn’t think you’d ever long for her the way she does for you. she’s so stupid really because it’s so obvious to everyone that you’re in love with each other. maybe you can say infatuated with each other.

but of course, a clearing of a throat pulls you away from the trance of her touch, “i should take you home now before you parents kill me again for bringing you home late like last time” ellie chuckles, reaching for her keys to turn on the car.

“no no no wait—“ you push her hand away from the keys, “i wanna stay longer please!” desperation in your voice as you try admiring that cute confused face she has.

“what? why?” ellie stutters, trying to ignore the fact your eyes are looking at her like your in a trance.

“because i like..being with you”

you lean closer to her again. elbows resting on the middle car compartment. smiling at her softly.

ellie curses herself. how can she resist you when you smile at her like this? when your eyes look at her in a way you only ever do when alone together. frantically searching through her mind on a way to redirect this situation once again; she doesn’t even notice the fact she’s been staring at you this entire time. more particularly your lips.

“ellie, kiss me.”

her eyes flicker to yours. then back. and her hands are flying to cup your face to pull you in for a long awaited kiss.

her lips moving with yours. sucking in your bottom lip, covering it with her saliva. you involuntarily smile into the kiss, causing ellie to follow, causing a sweet tender calculated kiss turn to a sloppy, teeth clashing one.

pulling away with a big shmack, you both smile at each other. each other eyes reflecting pure admiration.

“you should’ve done that months ago.” ellie’s hands leave your face, shaking her head and letting out a little chuckle, “whyd i have to do it? you should’ve done that”

oh the teasing. it’ll never end between you two.

#ellie #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams fic #the last of us #ellie x fem reader #ellie x masc reader #jackson ellie #ellie fluff #ellie x reader fluff #ellie williams fluff

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munv · 4 months

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Hey!! I LOVE your "Immersing in Ecstasy" series! But sometimes I can't help but wonder what would be Shidou's reaction to Reader like,, lmaoo I just know it'll be funny😭😭

𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚

This is so real caus I’ve been brain rotting about this for months ever since I started the series

I got carried away and died mid way bookie 😞

You were lost, to put it simply. The two brats you call your younger brothers had “supposedly” gave you directions in your little sibling group chat.

And to be honest with yourself.. it was really stupid thinking you could depend on their asses. Seriously, now looking back on the messages they sent who says:

“Go wherever your brain takes you. You’re the older sibling” along the lines of some other sassy remarks you didn’t want right now.

The little shits didn’t know what was coming for them when you got back home. Once rin was out of blue lock and sae finished his interviews, they didn’t know what type of beating they were in for. This time you’d make sure to beat them with the belt buckle. For sure. You scoffed under your breath.

Finally making it into the clearing of what looked like a big room, you spotted a familiar face. “Oliver!” You called out. The male in question turned around to face you with a familiar smile. “[name]-san, when did you get here?” His Heterochromia eyes lit up at the mere sight of you.

“Nice to see you too, but we can catch up later. Where the hell is the brat?” You cracked you knuckles with a dead tone. “I have a bone if not two to pick with him as of now.” You approached.

He let out a small chuckle at your response. “I saw him near the blue lock members if I last remember. Especially your other lil baby” he rubbed his chin after thinking a bit “what was his name? Rinrin or somethin?”

Deciding the ignore the way he addressed your brother you moved on

“Thanks! I’ll make sure to catch up with you later right?” You gave him a light yet playful smile before getting ready to find your brothers. “Anytime pretty!” He yelled out watching you run off into the crowd.

It took you 5 minutes, 5 worthy fucking minutes of your life. Just so you could have rin and sae within your grasp. Well, that was the initial plan before you came across a little problem.

“Woah!” he laughed “so there’s three of you eyelash minions?” Infront of you was what you learnt to be your first brothers’ “pet”.

Rin was beside you fuming like a angry guard dog on patrol. While sae was..Sae. But you knew better than that and learnt over the years to decipher his moods.

The collection went on:

Happy sae, nonchalant sae, upset sae, jealous sae, and these all were equivalent to his resting bitch face. Other could tell the difference between his moods, you could. There was clearly a difference, and if you didn’t know any better you wouldn’t have realized sae was on guard right now as well.

You realized Oliver failed to mention that Sae and Rin had become somewhat acquainted with this..guy??

“Shut the hell up you pink haired freak. And back up, my sister won’t breathe the same air as you.” Rin retorted. You were flabbergasted..did you ever hear rin talk so vulgar towards anyone else than sae? For all you could know he must be cursing elementary schoolers behind your back!

“Fuck off eyelash junior, I’m more interested in her” he pointed at you with interest circling his pink irises. The male leaned closer with a wide smirk, which soon turned into surprise when he found that your hand was pushing his face away from you.

“Sae, get your fucking leash. And- EWWHATHEFUCK?!”

The male pushed against your hand with his tongue with a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Hey, I like you!” He practically sang

Rin grabbed your shoulder trying to drag you away from him, but it was like a case of tug of war with a real beast. “GET OFF?? PLEASE??” You begged. Yet it was all for naught when he used the same hand in his grasp to pull you closer and grab your waist.

He laughed like a maniac, and that’s when he’ll broke loose.

“LET GO YOU ANTENNA FREAK” rin yelled for what felt like the first time in weeks.

Sae being the ever so helpful brother he is, stood in shock at what would be your first meeting with Shidou. Where did he go wrong?? And why was the bug so attached to his precious sister?

“OHMYGOD SAE GET HIM OFF PLEASE!! DO SOMETHI- QUIT PULLING AND LET GO” you cried.

Safe to say it was posted on all social platforms in the next few hours. The sudden reveal of the itoshi brothers elder sister had come to light once again.

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notiddygxthgf · 9 months

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12. three months

★ pairings: plug!wakasa imaushi x f!reader

★ synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your bf stop you from finding ur hubby)

★ content warning: smut, angst, lotta porn w a lotta plot, car sex, dealer wakasa, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, unprotected sex, so much more...

★ a/n: so.... I have definitely been on hiatus. So so so sorry about that my little pookie bookies. life has been so cray cray lately. ur fave premed student has been struggling ngl. but I'm back up on my grind and I'm cranking out these chapters again! This one took a while to write because its definitely not a writing style I'm used to, but I needed to get this out to get to the good good. waka girlies, u will enjoy this chapter... I'm not spoiling but, stay tuned!!! love u allllll

★ w.c.; who even knows bru

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BLACK STILETTO HEELS CLICKED AGAINST linoleum, one after the other – the sounds rhythmic and soothing. You could faintly hear the fabric of your pencil skirt rustling as your thighs rubbed together, strutting down the aisle of the office with confident ease. You ran these streets. Least, that’s what it felt like when you came down that aisle every morning after you clocked in.

Right. Let’s run it back.

Three months had passed since your last meeting with Wakasa. You had taken some time to mull the whole thing over, and while a part of you wanted to hate him, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Three months of thinking, eight months of loneliness, three months spent repeating the same day over and over again. Three months at a job you didn’t really like, trying to make ends meet after Takeomi had cut you off.

Three months without him .

The unopened message sat in your phone the way it had been since you’d sent it. It seemed like years, now, that you had been running your tired gaze over the small field of text below the drunken mash of letters you had sent.

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Swishing the burgundy booze around the bottom of your glass, you rested your head against the cold, unforgiving surface of the bar table.

You swiped your ID through the reader, punching out for the day. Pocketing the little card and lanyard, you continued onward. You came up to an elevator, same one you used every day. You pressed the same buttons to get down to the same door you left through every day.

Every day.

With a quick nod of your head, you greeted your coworker – who was on her way in just as you were making your way out. You weren’t too big of a fan of her, in all honesty. You felt she was too superficial. Then again, who wasn’t in a place like this?

You were making good money, though. That’s all that mattered.

The rush of cool air that greeted you as you pushed past the gold-rimmed office doors provided a brief respite from the stuffy office. The city streets stretched before you, bustling with activity as people hurried by.

You took a deep breath.

Heels clicking against the pavement with every step, you walked with a purpose. The air of confidence you strived to exude seemed to mask your internal turmoil – feelings you felt were much better left unsaid, feelings that had been bottled away in the cellar of your mind for the past three months.

Three months of repetition.

Three months of regret.

Three months spent trying to remember the intricate valleys and curves of his body, the small features you had come to adore.

Three months spent trying to forget him.

Though you had struggled initially with your feelings toward Wakasa, you couldn’t really bring yourself to hate him. You had spent a good quarter of a year mulling it over in your head, breaking your last interaction with him into microscopic bits and pieces.

You had concluded that he had done it to protect you.

You knew he had been right to an extent but, shit… a man of his standing should have been able to find a way to make it happen…

…right?

You hadn’t heard much about Takeomi since the fight with him and Waka. Not even a peep. You didn’t know whether to feel alarmed about that or not.

You felt like you were being watched from a distance. Always. It felt like you were trapped in a never-ending cycle.

With your phone in hand, you dialed the number for a cab. The familiar anticipation began to build again while you waited for the vehicle to arrive.

On the streets below, the city lights flickered to life, casting an amber glow on the sidewalk. You looked around for a moment, and then something piqued your attention.

Vrrrr.

There was a deep, rumbling sound in the distance, one that seized your heart in its grasp. For a moment, you were right back where you had been eight months ago. Your eyes searched the street until they fell upon a motorcyclist who had slowed to a stop in front of your building. Well, not in front of it, across the street.

The sight of the rider stirred a pang of nostalgia deep within you.

In that split second, memories flickered through your mind. Memories of stolen laughter, hidden kisses… Memories of hushed promises against soft lips, some broken and some kept. His silhouette triggered an unexpected surge of hope.

You strained to see the rider’s face, heart racing. You yearned for that familiar, lazy gaze – the warmth it once held.

But as he popped the helmet off of his head, it wasn’t blond hair that fell over his shoulders. No, just regular old brown hair and a stubbly face.

It’s not him.

The realization hit you like a punch to the gut.

Your gaze fell.

The cab’s arrival disrupted the moment, its tires screeching against the pavement until it came to a stop by the curb. With a weighted sigh, you climbed into the cab.

Your heart throbbed with a bittersweet ache. As the cab pulled away, you couldn’t help but wonder about the chances you wished you had taken with Wakasa, the what-ifs that lingered in the recesses of your mind.

The cab carried you away from the scene, leaving behind the phantom of a love that had become a haunting memory.

The cold, yellow liquid felt refreshing as it burned its way down the back of his throat, that familiar acidic texture eating away at his stress. He sighed, setting the glass down on the counter.

As the bittersweet elixir numbed his senses, the pulsing beats of the club melted away, merging with the cacophony of laughter and chatter all around him.

Lost in a haze of intoxication, Wakasa let out a heavy sigh, setting the glass down on the counter with a thud. His friends eyed him up warily, faces etched with that familiar look of concern. He heard voices, people telling him to slow down, to regain control.

Of course, he paid them no heed. Glazed eyes reflecting a distant detachment, senses dulled from the liquor… worries numbed, just the way he liked it. In that numbing embrace, he found solace. Time and time again.

“I think you need a therapist, man,” Benkei whistled, nursing his own strawberry margarita. “If you’re still hung up over a hook-up this long after the fact, there’s something wrong with you.”

He pushed his friend’s concerns aside with an air of indifference and a quiet hum, too caught up in the muffled chaos of his own mind to truly acknowledge his worries.

“I think you need ‘ta hop off my dick,” He retorted, pursing his lips. “I know what I’m doin’, Kei. ‘M 27 years old.”

Benkei knitted his brows, muttering something into his margarita along the lines of, “Sure don’t act like it.”

“‘M fine, guys. Promise,” He smiled, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He knew he hadn’t been himself in a while, of course, but he would be damned if he admitted that. “What, a man can’t drink in peace?”

“No, Waka, the problem isn’t you drinking in peace,” Shin added matter-of-factly. “‘S the fact that that’syour eighth beer of the night.”

Waka glanced down at the half-empty drink in his hand – or half full, depending on how you looked at it – as if he, too were surprised at the number. “‘S Friday night, anyway. Go hard or go home.”

Waka thought he had put on a good show. He thought that, if Shin squinted hard enough, he could mistake him for a sober man.

He thought wrong.

Shin shook his head, “It’s fuckin’ Thursday, man.”

Although he refused to acknowledge it verbally, he knew Shinichiro had brought up a good point.

Who was he kidding, anyway? It didn’t help. None of it did. The booze, the clubs every weekend, the faceless hookups and lap dances – none of it distracted him from the mess you had made in his heart.

Three months.

“It’s okay to admit you need help, Waka, y’know we love ‘ya,” Shin tilted his head. “Seriously.”

“Honest to God,” Benkei hummed.

The whole world knew he was a mess. Why couldn’t he just admit that something was wrong?

Waka ran his tongue over his teeth like the sharpened edge of a blade. He almost hoped it would draw blood. Anything to make him feel something.

“I…” He hummed, trailing off for a moment. “I think I need one more shot, then I’ll go home.”

Benkei shook his head.

Shin looked disappointed. Still, Waka couldn’t quite bring himself to care.

Not even when his two friends had to carry him home.

[ 2:00 AM ]

Outgoing Message - 2:00 AM

You get home safe?

Incoming Message - 2:00 AM

Yeah man. Thx 4 askin.

He holdin’ up ok?

Outgoing Message - 2:00 AM

He’s alr now, im staying w him tn

Gotta make sure he don’t puke in his sleep

Lol

Incoming Message - 2:00 AM

This ain’t healthy for him…

Outgoing Message - 2:00 AM

Ik… we gotta do smth man

Incoming Message - 2:00 AM

Ik, h8 2 see him like this

Outgoing Message - 2:01 AM

Idk i mean my lil sis is friends w her i think?

It may be time for ummm

Incoming Message - 2:02 AM

An intervention lol?

You know how Waka feels ab us gettin involved w his antics

Outgoing Message - 2:02 AM.

Not us.

I know a way

Incoming Message - 2:02 AM

It don’t involve Take’s ex girl, do it?

Outgoing Message - 2:03 AM

Jus follow my lead, alr?

Incoming Message - 2:03 AM

… I don’t like where this is headin, shin.

But I trust u.

Delivered.

[ USER CALL LOG ]

Best Bud (Waka)....... (Incoming) 5:00 PM (30 sec)

Lil sis (Emma) ………. (Outgoing ; declined) 2:10 AM

Lil sis (Emma) ………. (Outgoing ; received) 2:11 AM (26 mins)

Benkei …………………. (Outgoing ; received) 2:12 AM (1 min)

Shibuya Pizzeria ……. (Outgoing ; received) 2:30 AM (1 min).

[ END OF USER “Papi Sano”S CALL LOG]

[2:05 AM]

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“ Hi Waka, It’s me… I know ‘s… [hiccup] been a while. I’m- Just. Wanted to let you know that I’m in the area. And, first of all… fuck you, for what you did to, to me, you– ugh. You bastar- [hiccup] -d. I’m calling to let you know that I’m much better off without you. Me and my girls are havin’ a ball… a… a ball here tonight. Without you…….. Ugh, who am I kidding. I don’t even know why I called you. You probably haven’t even thought about me in months. I know I’m g’nna [hiccup] wake up tomorrow and forget I even sent this message so– [hiccup] just do me a favor, okay? You owe me that, after breaking my heart the way you did. Just forget you never saw this message, okay? Delete it. It’ll be better for both ‘f us if we just pretended this never happened. Fuck. How do I delete a voice message? I–

[???]: Girl, who are you talking to?

I gotta go, Waka, but… [sigh] I miss you. Okay? Fuck, I really miss you. I would never admit that sober. Thankfully I’m gonna delete this message before you ever see it, so it’ll be like it never happened. Not like I would have remembered anyway. Okay. Which button is it again? Ah, wait, shi –”

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[Automated]: Replaying message from ‘Pretty thing’.

The harsh neon lights buzzed against the night sky tonight at the Eclipse. Even from where you were standing on the curb, you could hear the bass throbbing through the pavement, the vibrations in the air, the smell of sweaty bodies grinding a few yards away.

YOU | I’m here babe wya

Hitting send, you pocketed your phone. You took a deep breath, tightened your grip around the strap of your purse, and then stepped forward. The moment you entered the club, a wave of sound and sensation enveloped you. The air was thick with perfumes and colognes, the faint aroma of liquor lingering somewhere – probably the ground.

Disco lights painted the crowd in fleeting bursts of colors, highlighting dancing bodies, dazzling outfits, and sin.

In all honesty, you had no idea why Emma had even thought to invite you out here tonight. It had been eons since your last trip to the club. But, still, she said some event was happening and she didn’t want to go alone, and who were you if not the world’s best friend?

You searched the crowd for her familiar face and, sure enough, there she was, standing by the bar on the far end of the room. Blonde hair down to her back and a sweetheart dress that revealed just enough cleavage for you to know she was scouting out free drinks tonight, she was hard to miss.

You couldn’t help but smile as she waved you down wildly, gold bangles glinting beneath the club’s kaleidoscopic lights. There was an old song playing, one you couldn’t quite remember.

Emma’s grin only widened after you approached the bar and took a seat next to her. You scooted a little closer, cupping your hands over your mouth and shouting, “You weren’t kidding about this place!”

She laughed, a sound that you could almost hear in your head despite not being able to catch it over the music. “It’ll be fun! You brought ‘ya dancin’ shoes, right?”

Your eyes darted over to the dancefloor, where bodies writhed beneath the bass of the music. The sensation you felt was somewhere between excitement and hesitation. “I ‘dunno if I’m there yet, Emma– It’s been a while!”

“What?” Emma shouted. She rolled her eyes, glancing down at the other end of the bar. “I didn’t bring you here to mope, babe, we’re getting plastered!”

On cue, the bartender returned with two green drinks in hand, furnished with tiny little umbrellas. He set them down in front of the two of you, reached behind the bar, and then set two more red cocktails down before you.

“Let’s get this party started!” Emma squealed, sliding one of the green drinks your way. She held her drink in your direction, “To girls’ night!”

You clinked your glasses together in a toast.

Taking a cautious sip, you allowed the sweet concoction to flood your parched mouth. It was coconutty, with a hint of lime and –

The liquor hit you like a punch to the face. You scrunched your nose up, coughing a bit.

“Shit, that’s strong,” You remarked.

“It’s a Coco Loco!” She answered the question you had yet to ask. “With two extra shots of rum! I knew you’d like it!”

You weren’t really a fan honestly, but you didn’t want to tell her that. Not after she had just spent money on drinks for the both of you.

“It’s good,” You said anyway.

Emma clapped a hand on your shoulder, “That’s the spirit!” She exclaimed happily. Her makeup was creased a bit around the corners of her lips, where you knew she had been smiling all night. “Melt the pain away, girl.”

Wakasa stumbled out of the car, pulling his arm out of Shinichiro’s tight grasp. His annoyance was palpable in the way he kicked the car door shut behind him, paying no mind to the driver as he pulled away. He stood now on the edge of a bustling sidewalk in the middle of what might have been the shadiest-looking corner in Shibuya. He took a long drag from his cigarette, tendrils of smoke melting into the midnight blue around them.

“The hell are we doing at a seedy joint like this?” Waka grumbled, voice a low growl of discontent. With a scowl, he readjusted the collar of his deep purple dress shirt.

Shinichiro bounced on the balls of his feet, stuffing his hands into his pockets with a sigh. His breath materialized into the air in front of him, a cloud of white amidst the darkness.

“Figured we’d let loose a ‘lil tonight,” He spoke with such casualty that it almost came off as a little dismissive. He nudged Wakasa playfully, a humorous glint playing in his dark eyes. “Find some loose local girls for a quickie, yeah?”

Under any other circumstances, he would have been jumping at the opportunity. Seeing as he had spent the last few months attempting to drink his regrets away, however, he was anything but chipper at the prospect.

Waka’s annoyance only deepened, brows furrowing. He took another puff of his cig, blowing out the smoke with a quiet scoff. “I’m over fuckin’, man,” he groaned. “I’m goin’ celibate… startin’ today, no more bitches f’me.”

“Like I’d ever believe that from you,” Shinichiro snorted, a subtle grin playing at the corner of his thin lips. He slung an arm over Wakasa’s shoulders. The height difference between the two of them was emphasized as they walked side by side. “Jus’ give it an hour, Waka,” he urged, tone oddly persuasive. “If you hate it, we can leave. If you don’t have a chick’s legs wrapped around your neck by the end of the night, I owe you fifty.”

Waka sucked his teeth, irritation melting away with newfound curiosity. “Might do it ‘jus to spite ‘ya,” He retorted.

“Right. Wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Shinichiro replied, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. There was something in his tone that raised Wakasa’s suspicion, the slightest feeling that Shinichiro might be up to something. “And don’t be bitchy with me ‘jus because I won’t let you pregame a fuckin’ liquor bar.”

Waka shot Shinichiro a fiery glare, cigarette ember glowing bright, before flicking the thing onto the ground in one deliberate motion. “Blow me,” he muttered beneath his breath.

The two men stood in front of the club’s entrance. Wakasa slowed, locking his gaze onto the club’s exterior. Then, with a reluctant sigh, Waka entered the building.

As the night wore on, you found yourself lost in the spell of the music, lost in the endless sea of dancing, grinding bodies. The colored lights were hot against your sweaty skin. You knew the makeup would be melting off of your face by the end of the night if you kept going on at this rate. Hell, your mascara had started migrating already.

Emma’s Just-dance-inspired moves were contagious. The two of you were dancing on one another, performing a routine you seemed to remember all too well for someone who hated playing Just Dance so much.

The club seemed to ebb and flow like a living organism tonight.

You had lost track of time a long time ago. The songs had begun to bleed together seamlessly. Somewhere along the way, you lost your sweater. The dress you had decided to wear was stuck to your waist, plastered down with sweat.

Yet, in spite of this, you were having more fun than you had anticipated.

Your flow was broken only when Emma grabbed you by the arm and led you to an empty corner. The both of you caught your breath.

Cheeks hot and flushed, you sighed contentedly, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, Emma, but you were right.”

“You havin’ fun, girly?” She giggled, giving you a playful sock in the arm. “Told you you’d feel better if you got out of the house.”

You nodded, feeling slightly liberated. She was right. You were actually kind of glad that you came out of your shell for tonight.

Emma raised a playful brow. “You want to get a refresher?”

With a nod and a thin-lipped smile, you let Emma lead you over to the bar.

The two of you took a seat for the second time that evening, taking a moment to cool down and catch your breath.

Emma turned her attention to the bartender – the same one she had just tried to hit on 30 minutes ago, “Two waters, please,” She ordered.

You tuned the bar out after that. Feeling a little melancholic, your eyes scanned the scene. The lights, the bodies, the music, the drinks. It was all so… messy. Yet, still, there was that unmistakable electricity in the air tonight.

Just as you were about to turn back to Emma, your gaze locked onto a figure against the wall. Immediately the recognition set in, and your heart skipped more than a few beats. It seemed to stop altogether.

There, standing in the dim corner, the lights danced over his familiar features – pretty button nose, downturned eyes, arched brows. His hair was back in a messy bun tonight. Even now, he had that passive, unamused look on his face.

He looked exactly the same as he had the day he closed the door on you.

Well, if you want to be technical, you closed the door on him, but you meant that in the metaphorical sense.

His piercing eyes scanned the crowd with a touch of his signature indifference. He exuded an air of mystique, momentarily entrancing you all over again.

And even now, three months later, his effect on you had not wavered.

Emma’s touch on your arm brought you back to the present, breaking the spell he had cast. “Hey,” She asked, concern evident in her voice. “You good?”

Your eyes were drawn back to the entrance, and your heart sank when you spotted your blond, ex-situationship once again. Panic surged through your veins immediately, seizing your lungs. It felt as if the walls of the club had gotten much smaller, all of a sudden.

Waka was standing there by the entrance, only a few yards away, with Shinichiro by his side. He looked every bit as breathtaking as you remembered him to be.

And he was looking right at you.

He can’t see me.

I need to hide.

He can’t see me.

You whipped your head back around towards your friend, flashing her a faux smile. “I’m gonna,” You swallowed, voice unsteady. “I’m gonna go back to the floor.”

Without even waiting for a response, you turned abruptly and slid off of the barstool. Your pulse was racing as you pushed through the wall of bodies behind the bar and made a beeline for the dance floor.

Emma was calling after you. You didn’t care.

The urgency to put distance between you and your past had consumed you whole. The bass pounded in your ears, matching the rapid thrum of your heartbeat. The music drowned out her voice as you merged with the sea of people once again.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried your best to lose yourself in the rhythm. Your movements were a frenzied, frantic mess of anxious movements. This time, when the lights flickered over you, the shadows they cast brought back memories of your history, your mistakes.

I will not let him ruin my night, you told yourself.

Yet, still, you dared one last glance around.

It was to scout the area for a suitor. That’s what you told yourself.

Subconsciously, however, you searched for Waka amidst the colorful, blurred throng. Your heart began to race again when you spotted him by the bar, head turning slowly, eyes flitting over the club scene. It looked like he was searching for something.

The realization hit you like a train.

He’s looking for me.

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thelargefrye · 1 year

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hi! i was wondering if i could request a smut scenario with dragon! yungi 👀 and maybe they’re all competitive with each other and fighting over who’s going to breed her first skshdh

[ SANDWICHED BETWEEN ] —— recently you’ve noticed your mates have been having a little competition between each other. what exactly you aren’t too sure.

pairing : dragon!yunho x witch!f!reader x dragon!mingi (background poly dragon!ateez) genre : dragon au, fantasy / medieval, smut

smut warnings : language, unprotected sex, double penetration, breeding kink, cumplay, mxm, monster cock! yunho and mingi, mingi your breast milk kink is showing

tag list : @atiny-piratequeen @kangskims @watamotee33 @frankenstein852 @cvpitvno

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT **

something felt off. you didn’t quite know what, but it was like something in the back of your mind kept nagging at you.

and it definitely wasn’t your grimoire nagging at you for the millionth time over how wooyoung threatened to use him as firewood.

no, this nagging was different. but again you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

“miss y/n! you’re here!” your mind was drawn back to the little hatchlings who started to run towards you. their little dragon forms waddling cutely towards you.

“hello, my flowers, how are you all?” you ask as you crouch down for some of them to jump into your arms or even climb up onto. their heads gently nudging up your chin.

“it’s been soooo boring without! we’ve missed you so much!” one of the hatchlings, naeun, says and you can imagine her pout if she was in human form.

“but hasn’t prince mingi been with you all! surely he’s been keeping you all company?”

“no! prince mingi is boring now! we want to play with you and your mr. bookie!” hyukwoo exclaims making you let out a little laugh at how cute they all are.

“hmph! it’s weiss to you, little hatchlings!” your grimoire speaks, floating up behind you.

“who are you all calling boring?” you can only imagine the pout on mingi’s face as he speaks. you turn with a soft smile as you look at one of the younger princes to see that, yes he did in fact have a pout.

for the rest of the day, you and mingi spent taking care of the hatchlings. and so by around evening, one of the other caretaker dragons came to relieve you and mingi of your duties.

as you were leaving the nursery, you were greeted by the sight of yunho waiting. you assumed yunho was here for mingi and so you began to try and excuse yourself, weiss lingering next to you as he does.

“where are you going, little witch?” yunho asks, hand reaching out to stop you.

“oh, um, i was just going back to my room.”

“why don’t you spend the rest of the evening with us?” yunho asks, head tilting to the side as a smile graces his lips.

you let out a gasp as you feel yunho slowly begin to enter you. his cock sliding in almost painful slow against mingi’s own cock.

mingi’s hands did well at holding your legs open while yunho’s own hands held bruising grip on your hips. once yunho was finally bottomed out, all three of you couldn’t help the moans that escaped you.

yunho’s cock mixed with mingi’s own cock made you feel the fullest you have ever felt. you had been preparing for when you have to take more than one of them, but two have the two biggest cocks at once?

fuck it was like euphoria to you. having both of them stretch you out made you almost cock-hungry. you needed them to move, now.

“fuck— please move, yunho, mingi. you both make me feel so full,” you whine as you try your best to begin moving.

yunho let’s out a small laugh as his hand comes up to splay across the center of your back. he pressed down to make sure you didn’t move, he didn’t want you to move.

soon enough yunho began moving, he cock rubbing against your walls and mingi’s cock. the movement causing the both of you to moan. you move your head slight to look at the younger dragon of the two to see his face beginning to look just as fucked out as you feel.

“feels so good,” you moan as you feel mingi also slowly begin to move. his one hand coming up to grip your hair harshly before he’s moving your face closer to his in order to kiss you.

the kiss felt hot and full of spit that you couldn’t swallow. spit running down the corners of your mouth as mingi shoved his tongue down your throat. when he pulled away, you witnessed the string of spit that was connecting the two of you and moan as you felt mingi’s tongue lick the spit that was at the corner of your mouth.

“gonna breed you so well, princess,” he says, the nickname making you clench as much as you could with two dragon cocks in you. the nickname always did stir up something within your gut, whether you would ever officially hold that title is up for debate that you would rather not think about.

“gonna pump you full of mine and yuyu’s cum and make you so full. you’ll be so nice and round with our hatchlings. breast so nice and big and full, fuck i can’t wait to suck on them. you’ll let me suck on them, right?”

“yes! yes, fuck— i will. whatever you want, i’ll give it to you,” you cry out as they begin to pick up their thrust. when one goes in, the other pulls out. you can feel their balls smacking against your ass, against each other even and the wet sounds only draw you closer.

“can i— can i come, please? please?” you beg as you feel their pace starting to stutter as they also draw near their orgasms.

“go ahead, little witch, whenever you’re ready just let go,” yunho says as his hands come back to gripping your hips tightly and you feel mingi’s also join. they quickly do a little position shift and you suddenly feel mingi starting to thrust up into you at a ruthless pace.

then your orgasm hit you seemingly at the time as theirs. you let out a high pitched moan as you released and felt their seeds pumping into you. overstuffing you and you feel some of it try to seep out of you already even with their cocks still inside of you.

with your energy running low, you let yourself rest against mingi and let out a little huff as yunho lays on top of you.

both of them remaining inside you for a little while longer before yunho is pulling out first. you suddenly feel an emptiness even with mingi still inside you, and you silently dread when mingi will also eventually pull out of you.

when he does, yunho makes sure to pull you into his arms as you slowly begin to feel their mixed cum start to drip out and down your thighs. yunho has you pulled to chest, before he’s tilting your head up and gently kissing you.

“you sounded so cute while being stuff with our cocks,” he says, his same smile from earlier reappearing. “can’t wait till you are one day round and pretty with all our hatchlings.”

“i can’t either,” you say with a dazed smile.

you then cuddle back into yunho’s side as he slowly begins rubbing soothing circles into your back.

the feeling slowly lulling you to sleep.

“why don’t you join us tonight?” yunho asks, head tilting to the side as a smile overtakes his lips.

#dragon from the window.#poly ateez x reader #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez blurbs #ateez imagines #dragon!ateez #ateez dragon au #ateez fantasy au #yunho x reader #mingi x reader #ateez scenarios #poly ateez

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mr-bas00nist · 1 year

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Hate sex but instead of hate sex it's Wesker acts like he hates the reader but he really loves them so he's trying so hard but by the end he's begging for them.

And reader is way bigger (like 6'10/6'11 bro drank milk when he was younger) so weskers super flustered about that

Hooray!!

Yes.

Sub! Albert Wesker x Dom! Male Reader

Cw! No sex but hate blowjobs ig? Pathetic and desperate Wesker, humiliation, slight size kink, begging, blowjob and CUM

@weskersluvrrrrrrrrr here you go bookie

Wesker has always hated you. Your good looks, charm, personality, everything. He hated it. He hated how you’d make friends with everyone around you, how you’d succeed in everything you did, no matter his hatred towards you, you were just as kind to him as anyone else.

He hated you, but he loved you. Why were you so kind to him? Why did you see him as a friend when on many occasions he would be so awful and cruel to you? He was a sick and twisted man yet you only saw him as one of your best friends. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he wanted more than your friendship, he wanted your love.

It was confusing how he got to this situation. A few drinks with you, he started spitting profanities like usual, he accidentally confessed his feelings. Now? He was currently in between your legs sucking you off, still muttering about how much he hated you (he doesn’t). You were moaning and groaning above him. Your larger stature making you even harder to suck off.

You had his blonde locs in your hand fucking his face onto your length as you try to not cum immediately. If you wanted to break him you had to be patient and careful, cautious and courteous. He was trying not to vigorously gag to not show weakness but it was so hard when you were so deep in his throat.

“So fuckin’ dirty Al….” You groaned out as you looked down at him. He looked up at you with those glaring red eyes. He says something but nothing you could hear well due to the whining and gagging that came with it. You started to get close to your release as Wesker could tell from the increase of volume and the pulse in your cock.

You give him no warning as your release flows into his mouth. It was a lot more than he assumed which made him choke and cough. He swallows though and pants as he glares up at you. You quirk an eyebrow smirking at him. “What?” You taunt as he scowls. “I almost f-fucking choked.” He says hoarsely. “Correction: you did choke.” You lean forward continuing to look down at him.

You gaze down to his cock with a smug expression on your face. “That looks uncomfortable.” You state meeting his gaze again. “Well no shit.” He spits back. “The attitudes not gonna stick with me cupcake, sorry.” You smirk. “Now if you want that sweet, sweet release I know your craving, beg for it.” You say shrugging.

“I’d rather jump into a volcano.” (Haha) You shake your head. “Tsk, tsk. Then you wouldn’t get to cum now would you?” His eyes narrow. “Don’t get smart.” You grab his chin with your large hands. “Come on baby, just give me a please~” You giggle. He looks at you for a moment looking away. “Come on… You’ve got it…..” You whisper.

He sighs shakily as he looks as he shifts, his pants seemingly getting tighter. “Fine.” He sighs. “Please, please fuck me.” He looks up at you with those hard eyes, but there was a more lustful and desperate gaze in them. “Give me more than that.” You say resting your chin on your palm. “You fucker!” He shouts angrily.

“Alright I guess I’ll just leave.” You say standing up pulling up your pants with a smirk. His eyes go wide at this, you couldn’t leave him! He couldn’t let you!

“W-wait!” He shouts holding his hand out. “P-please don’t leave.” He begs crawling towards you. “Please, please make me cum. I need it, I need you, please….” He begs. You turn around towards him as you point to the bed. He quickly obeys laying down on his back on the plush bed. You straddle him as he eyes up your larger form. “Was that so hard?” You taunt.

Nothing at this point, was harder than him.

#albert wesker smut #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x male reader #resident evil smut #resident evil #dom male reader #dom reader

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v--143 · 10 months

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hiii, i was wondering if you could do a fic with ler! chan and lee! felix?

WEEEEE I love Lee Felix my bookie pookie buns

Hope you enjoy! ^^

< Spiders >

[Lee! Felix]

[Ler! Bangchan]

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Felix cowered as far back on his bed as possible. He had a long distance insect spray in his shaking hand as he stared at the monster on his floor.

A spider with a thick body and long, sharp looking legs stared at him from the floor. It was on the opposite side of the door and looked ready to attack at any moment. Felix, petrified, had no idea whether to spray it and run or call someone to help. It was midnight already and most members were asleep in their rooms-

He didn’t have much time to think as the spider took some steps forward.

“AH” Felix yelled as he scoot to the opposite side of the bed that the spider was walking towards. It walked slowly, making it all the more scary looking. Felix had to get off the bed at one point since he lost view of the spider.

“Shiittttt shit shit” He swore as he tip toed barefoot across his dark room. He walked slowly over to the light switch as he scanned for the spider.

Right as he flicked it on, he caught a glimpse of it sitting on the center of his bed, looking at him.

He let out a huff and prepared his spray. He had one hand on the door knob and the other ready to-

The spider crawled off his bed at the speed of light.

“AHH” Felix yelled as he flimsily hopped around. He began to spray at it but kept missing it and spraying directly behind it, causing it to crawl faster towards him.

Before he knew it, the spider had crawled over his foot and under the door.

“OH MY GOD” Felix screamed when it touched him. He kicked out but was too late as it had already went under and out the door. He began to slap all over his body and wipe at his legs and foot where the spider had been when he suddenly slipped and hit his hip on the floor hard. He cursed it silently as he rubbed at his now sore hip after hitting the hard floor. The feeling of the spiders legs was fresh on his mind, so he stood up fast in case it came crawling back.

He knew he couldn’t sleep alone, not now. He didn’t know where the spider was and felt all twitchy. More scared than ever that it was waiting for him outside, he slowly opened the door and ran down to Bangchan’s room while rubbing his sore hip.

“Hello?” Felix whispered as he knocked on the door. The lights were obviously off since it was a little past midnight but he hoped he hadn’t fallen asleep.

“Mhmm” Bangchan mouthed from his bed.

Felix stepped inside quickly and quietly shut the door. He walked over to Chan’s bed and stood there waiting.

“Felix?” He said looking up from his phone.

“Can I lay here tonight please?”

“Yeah yeah of course, uh, any particular reason why?” Chan asked while scooting over.

“There was a spider.”

“A… spider”

“Yes a big one!! It was like this big!” Felix said while showing the size of the spider with his hands, “it kept crawling towards me!”

“Mmhm and then what happened” Chan asked as his head rested in his hand and he looked at Felix fondly. Felix began to make himself comfortable under the sheets as he continued his story.

“Then I had to actually get off the bed because it crawled so close that I lost sight of it at one point!!”

“Mhmm” Chan giggled.

“So while I was standing away from my bed, I turn the lights on and see it ON TOP of my bed. Right in the middle. Just, LOOKING at me” Felix said dramatically.

“Didn’t Hyunjin buy you a long distance bug spray incase this happened since you’re both deathly afraid of bugs”

“YES!! And I had it with me but I kept missing. And, get this, then it crawled off the bed and towards me, and went OVER my FOOT.”

“Ohhh noooo God forbid a spider touch you”

“Yes exactly thank you it was so scary” Felix said sighing, “now I feel all jumpy and gross and crawly ew ew ew.”

Chan laughed at him as he got under the sheets and wrapped himself in them. He scoot close to Chan in hopes that if the spider were to appear, it got him first.

“So it’s still out here? You didn’t kill it?”

“No I didn’t kill it I was busy trying not to die”

“You’re so dramatic” Bangchan laughed.

Felix flipped him off and flipped over, his back facing Chan. Right as he began drifting off to sleep he felt a weird spidery feeling on the back of his neck.

“aAAGH” he yelled as he slapped at his neck hard. He began wiping at his shoulders and arms as he turned to see a laughing Bangchan pointing at him.

“No way” he laughed.

“Don’t do that! You scared me”

“I tickled your neck Lix”

“…Shut up” Felix said as he turned around again and attempted to sleep. Again, he felt a weird scratchy feeling on his side.

“Quihit!” He slapped at Chan’s hand.

“How do you know it’s my hand and not the spider?”

“Don’t even start.” Felix said rolling his eyes as he flipped over to face him now. Chan giggled and waited a few seconds for him to close his eyes again. He then scribbled under his chin. Felix smiled and curled into a ball and Chan began to poke around his side again.

“Stohop hyung!” Felix said as he grabbed at Chan’s wrists, “quiiiiit pleeeease” he whined.

“You’re a baby”

“I’m scared! I’m still traumatized from that spider.”

“Oh my God” Chan laughed, “here I’ll protect you” he said as he flipped Felix over and hugged him, his back to Chan’s chest.

He began to relax in Chan’s grip. As he drifted, he began to feel light taps and scratches along his lower back.

“Hyung.”

“Yes?”

“Stohop” Felix said as he tried to shuffle out of Chan’s grip, but found that his arm was like a belt buckle across his stomach and he could barely move.

“Let GOHO!” Felix yelled as Chan’s hand picked up the pace and began scribbling at his back.

“STOHOHAP” Felix laughed.

“The spider!! The spiders getting you!” Chan said as he spidered his hand up Lix’s back and to his neck, “oh no it’s biting you! It’s biting your neck Felix!”

“SHUHUT UP Stohop!!” Felix said as he scrunched his neck up when Chan’s hand tried to scribble into every part of it.

“Oh no the spiders going down!! It’s going fast!” Chan giggled out as he crawled his hand down Lix’s side and latched onto his hip.

“OW owww Chan I fell on my hiiiip” he whined as he grabbed Chan’s wrist.

“Really? Aww okay I guess the spider can be gentle” he said as he lightly tickled at his hip, scribbling and circling it in light motions enough to feel but not to hurt… which was so much better worse.

“PHHFFSSHH CHAhahanie hyuHUNG”Felix giggled as quietly as possible to not wake the others and buried his face into his pillow. Chan lifted his shirt up too, tracing his fingers directly onto his sensitive skin.

“Don’t move too much or else the spiders gonna hurt your hip! You have to stay still, and be quiet or else you’ll wake the others!!” Chan teased as he continued to scribble at his hip. He went down his lower back and back up to his hip, then down his lower tummy and back to the hip, and so on.

“PLEHehease aaAAHH” Felix yelled and begged into the pillow his face was buried in. He just latched onto it and squeezed as hard as he could trying to not think about the “spider” attacking him. It was bad enough that his hips were already sensitive, but the fact he couldn’t squirm too much since it was bruised made the teasing 10x more intense.

“Seeee spiders aren’t all bad Lix! You gotta give them a chance” Chan said as he then spidered his hand down to the center of Lix’s stomach and opened and closed his hand on it, causing him to arch and curl in on himself.

“NOHOho nononono” Felix giggled with closed, teary eyes. His stomach was sensitive and squirming with every touch from his hyung.

“The spiders sleepy now.. think it may be ready to go to bed” Chan said as he unlatched his arm from around Felix’s waist. He thought he was finally done with torturing and teasing him, until he suddenly lifted his arm outwards and stuck his other hand under it.

“NoAHAHAHA HYUHUNG” Felix screamed as his hand attacked under his arm aggressively. He tried to kick at the bed and scoot away but couldn’t since his wrist was in Chan’s tight grip. Felix just covered his mouth with his other hand and laughed into it as his tears fell.

“Shhhh Felix the spider’s trying to sleep”

“NAHAHAHA PLEEHEHEASE NOOOHOHO” Felix begged.

Chan went on for a little longer and let his arm go. Felix shot to the other side of the bed and laid there curled up in a ball with his knees to his chest. Chan spidered his hand on his upper back in a tickly yet comforting way.

“I’m nehever complaining about a spider agahain” Felix said.

“Awww did I stop your fear of them? I mean, the spider?”

“Oh shuhut up” Felix rolled his eyes.

Chan giggled and turned over after ruffling Felix’s hair, “Good night Lix” he said.

After catching his breath, Felix flipped back over and Chan felt a small arm fall over his side. He grabbed Felix’s hand and held it close to his chest, rubbing at it comfortingly.

Soon they were both snoring comfortably… with the spider resting up under their bed.

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RAHH Lee Felix my lovely lovely eueueueueue <333

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