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The Con Artist | Part 1*

Summary: You're a wanted criminal and when Harry Styles, the detective on the case, finally catches up to you he finds it difficult to resist your charms.

A/n: This is detective!harry x crimina!reader / y/n | This will be a short series (3-7? parts). The Con Artist Masterlist

6.7k words

Warning: Criminal activity detailed (drugging, stealing, conning), smut (oral sex)

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The first time you remember stealing anything was when you were about three years old. From what you recall, you were with your mother at a dollar store of some sort. On the bottom shelf in one of the aisles was a pretty mirrored compact. It snapped close with a satisfying click and opened up easily for your three-year-old hands and so you put it into your mother’s purse as she was bringing you out of the store.

Being three years old, though, you forgot all about the mirrored compact when she surprised you with a toy she bought for you. The next day she came across the stolen item and somehow, she knew you’d done it. Because maybe there had been some sort of pattern. You just can’t remember stealing before that day.

But then you started stealing clothes from the mall when you were older. Lip balm (you became fond of the Chanel lip balm in Light but frequently settled for a Lancôme or Clinique as they were usually easier to snatch up), candles (the expensive ones to make it worth your while), pens, and lighters. You stole anything small enough to be taken without anyone noticing.

The only time you ever got caught was when your mom found the mirrored case in her purse when you were three. Even now, 23 years later. Here you are, stealing for a living. The man lying on the bed you are standing next to is knocked out cold. You may or may not have slipped him a little something to send him off to sleepy time before he could take his pants off, but that was the game. He wanted something and so did you.

Yours was a simple grift. Straight men are easy. All you have to do is hang out in really nice clubs and bars near the nice neighborhoods. Dress a certain way. Talk a certain way. Compliment the man. Compliment him some more. Laugh at his attempt at flirting and play dumb. Definitely laugh at his jokes. Act dumb. Sit alone. Bat your lashes. That kind of bullshit.

The man would need to be rich, or if not rich, showy and cocky (because how fucking annoying is a showy cocky asshole with nothing to actually show for it?). You typically looked for a nice watch (Rolex is easy to spot, but the really expensive watches are Audemars Piguet and Patek Philippe). He’d need to be a little drunk. Or even desperate is fine. Sometimes drunk isn’t necessary. You just need to get him to take you to his home. Never to yours. Married men would suggest a hotel. And that could work too, under the right circumstances. And married men were special because they’d never report you.

Then, once you’re in his house you suggest a nightcap, a drink for your nerves you say (a lie because you don’t drink alcohol) and insist on making them yourself. Drop in enough crushed benzos and voila. The man thinks he’s about to get laid but he falls asleep fast and you steal his cash and his jewelry. And sometimes a few other things you can take with you on your way out the door.

Tonight’s meal is a married man but his wife is out of town. The “house” is in Hope Ranch but it’s more like a mansion. It’s massive and the guy is loaded. That’s all you care about.

You served him a gin and tonic with a lime wedge and 10 mg of crushed-up benzos. You poured yourself a tonic and chucked a lime in for good measure, so it looked like you were drinking too.

He brought you to his room after drinking his glass of nighty-night juice and you could tell it was taking effect. He fell asleep almost too quickly. But who were you to complain? His wallet was lying on the coffee table and his Rolex was an easy snag. You were out the door in less than an hour. He only had about $50 cash in his wallet but the Rolex would be worth around nine thousand dollars for you. You loved the dumbasses with the expensive watches the most. Rolexes are a dime a dozen. They’re the easiest to come by and the easiest to get rid of.

By the time you get back to your little studio, it’s past 3 am. You don’t live in the best part of LA but it’s also not bad. Koreatown has its moments. The supposedly haunted Gaylord Apartments studio has been your home for the last two years. You truly could afford something nicer but it’s hard to imagine paying more than you already do for rent. It’s a waste of money really. You’re living fine and saving your cash. You don’t want to be a thief all your life. Just for long enough to save up so you can go anywhere you want, buy a house for cash, and live out your days as an old maid who never found love. Because love seems like a pipe dream at this point.

Men suck. But then again, you’re not really much of a catch yourself. So ending up alone is probably your true calling. You’ll buy a bunch of books, get a few cats, maybe grow a garden and wear robes all day long. Drink cold juice and watch murder mysteries at night with your cats all curled up around you, and fall asleep on your couch because sleeping alone in your bed just sounds depressing. And maybe you’ll do some traveling. Who knows? You’ve amassed a decent amount of money. You’ve given yourself until 30 and then you’ll call it quits. Just a few more years.

At the Gaylord, you’re not allowed to have pets, but you can have fish. You crouch down to look into your aquarium and see that Buster and Barry are fine. They usually are. They’re pea puffers. Kind of cute really. But Buster killed his first mate, Brenda. When you introduced Barry, Buster left him alone. Buster and Barry don’t usually interact which is why they get along. You had no idea that puffers could tend to be aggressive but when Brenda was found belly up in the 10-gallon tank one Thursday evening after you’d secured a nice Saint Laurent coat and a Royal Oak Piguet, you were quite disappointed. You’d had such a good night too. The Royal Oak was worth close to $60 thousand. And the coat was just an extra on your way out the door. But poor Brenda. Dead in a day.

You turned off their fish tank light, “Goodnight boys.”

At night, when you were alone in your bed you’d think about the things you’d done. You never really found guilt anytime you thought back. You did feel like what you were doing was wrong, though. You knew that much, you just didn’t feel that bad about any of it, though. You’d made yourself a nice small fortune and you did it doing something you loved. Why did you love stealing from unsuspecting idiot men?

Who knows?

You had a mostly-typical upbringing. Your mom and dad split when you were five and you saw your dad every other weekend like most of your friends with their dads.

Your mom was a good mom. She took care of you. Loved you. Protected you. Encouraged you.

You didn’t have an unusual childhood. Others who had it far worse turned out normal. You had no excuse. No trauma to point at. No mental health problems ran in the family. No vendetta against men. Nothing to prove.

You just liked it. There was a thrill that came with it. And the better you got at it, the more fun it was. And you loathed the idea of working a regular job somewhere earning a living wage. A living wage. What a joke. You were earning like a CEO and not once did you ever have to put out for anyone you didn’t want to. Everything was on your terms.

You could sleep in as late as you wanted. Skip a day of work if you chose, never needing to call anyone to tell them you were taking a sick day. You could do two in one day if you were on a roll. Or you could abandon ship if the man you started chatting up turned out to be someone you could actually see yourself fucking. Because you did draw the line there.

If you started to become interested in the guy, or he was attractive enough, and he invited you back to his place you would have a choice to make. You could stay the course, drug him, and then steal his watch and his money or you could just have a fun night with an attractive man at his place. You wouldn’t steal from someone you’d slept with. You had some moral boundaries.

You were nice, though. You weren’t like a bitch to anyone. But I guess ask any of the men you’d stolen from and they’d have a different mind about that. You had a small handful of friends. You didn’t like letting people get too close, though. For good reason. Because when you got close it became harder to hide your dark secret. People always asked what you did for a living. What an intrusive question to ask anyone. You always made up some lie about working online and inputting data for a medical corporation. Something that pointed to you making just enough money that would explain your nice clothes and expensive purses, but also that would have you home during the day.

Your best friend, Raechel knows your secret. Probably your mom as well. Also, Josh who buys your stolen goods but that’s a different story. But that’s it. In the whole wide world, you have one person that you’ve told directly what you do (again, not counting Josh). Because you couldn’t hide it anymore. And Raechel is still around. She’s your best friend. Now your mom, well, you never told her but she knows. She’s not dumb.

Bright and early the next morning, if you can consider 11:30 am bright and early, you headed to your dealer slash fence man, Josh, after shooting him a message that you were on your way.

You had with you the white dial Rolex Daytona you took off of whatever his name was the night before. Now, this watch is worth about $20,000 but Josh would take a big cut of the profit because he was the one going and selling the stolen item, he needed to make money from the deal too. Plus whoever he sold it to wouldn’t pay him the full $20,000 either, because they also needed to make a profit.

You met him in your usual spot. He took a look at the jewelry and searched for the model reference number to make sure of its value. Then you left with $8,500 in cash and a quarter ounce of Girl Scout Cookies (that’s a nice strain of marijuana bud to clarify).

The bank wouldn’t take big ass deposits like that at a time or there’d be some kind of flag on your account and it would get reported to the IRS (protocol), so you generally would only deposit $3,000 at a time. Which also meant you had a large stash of cash in your apartment at all times. You tried to space out the deposits. Had multiple bank accounts at different banks, and went to different branches in different locations but cash was difficult to work with at times. It was the only part of the job you hated. Dealing with all that cash. Especially when you preferred to save most of it. You usually bought yourself nice things, but most of your money you didn’t touch. You were serious about your future plan of buying a house for cash and getting lots of cats.

Tonight you planned on going to the Warwick again. The last time you were there was six months ago. You’d gotten a big hit with a B-list celebrity and you didn’t want to show your face around there for a while just in case he found you there or anyone recognized you somehow. Six months seemed like a good amount of time to wait.

You stopped at your favorite café and picked up a latte and scone to go. Then you walked to Liberty Park to drink and eat your breakfast slash lunch in the sunshine.

You wondered who would be at the club tonight. The Warwick was usually crawling with celebrities (lots of money). You knew how to handle them all. It really didn’t take much though. Look cute, act dumb. Usually. There were a few times you’d encountered a celebrity or wealthy man who was looking for someone with substance, but that wasn’t what you were going for. You searched for the ones who wanted one fun night and nothing more.

You were sitting on the concrete ledge near the sculpture and sipping your hot latte when a shadow appeared blocking the sun from your body. You looked up to see a tall man looking down at you. Instantly you sat up straight. He was very attractive.

“Hi… I was hoping you could point me in the direction of The Ritz Carlton. I seem to be lost…” he looked at his cell phone and then held its screen to your face and you laughed, placing your latte down next to you.

You stood up and smiled and noticed he didn’t have a watch on his wrist (old habit), “You’re definitely lost. The nearest Ritz is gonna be like a 45-minute walk from here. It’s that way,” you pointed in the direction of the 110, though it couldn’t be seen from where you were.

“Fuck. Well, thank you, I guess. I’m new here and went for a walk and found myself enjoying the sun and now here I am. Lost puppy in a big city.”

The man had thick, dark hair, seafoam green eyes with a dark green limbal ring, richly pigmented lips, and a jawline that could cut rock. And he was British. Clearly from out of town.

You held out your hand and introduced yourself and he quickly wrapped his big paw around yours and you saw the tattoo on his wrist. His clothes didn’t indicate that he was well-off. But sometimes it was hard to tell. Some rich guys didn’t give a fuck. This one didn’t. If he was, in fact, wealthy.

“Harry. Nice to meet you. S’hard finding a friendly face in a new city. Do you live here?”

“I do. Not far from here. What are you in town for, Harry?” You asked, keeping eye contact. You didn’t know if you should size him up for a job or see if you could get him to take you back to his hotel for a fuck. This guy looked like he could fuck. Tall and broad, deep voice, and big hands. A dimpled smile.

“Ahh, just work. Plan to be here for about a month. Staying at The Ritz off Olympic while I’m in town,” he smirked at you and that was all you needed to hear to know he was interested. Yeah, you’d fuck him.

“Is that so? For a month huh? Here, let me give you my number, ya know, in case you need anyone to show you around. A friendly face like you said…” you gestured toward his phone so you could put your number in and he unlocked it and opened up his messages app.

You were bold. You had no problem picking up a guy to fuck. You just needed to be somewhat straightforward. Your jobs were different. Playing coy was the game when they wanted to feel like they were in charge. But when it came to actually fucking someone, you were in charge and you wanted them to know it.

“Seems quite forward to give your number to a complete stranger, Y/n,” he spoke your name, wrapping his lips around the vowels in the most sensual way. That mouth of his could do some damage. You swallowed.

You laughed and shrugged, “Not really. It’s just a number. Now, what you do with it is up to you. If you’re bold, you’ll use it.”

Harry grinned at you and the way you nearly let your knees buckle when you saw his dimples was not a normal reaction. But Harry was gorgeous. You'd let him fuck you if he was into it. Absolutely. This man could get it from the top to the bottom. He was well-muscled and sturdy under his clothes. Something told you he’d have a big dick too and you’d love to let him use it on you.

You shook yourself of your thoughts and Harry cleared his throat, “Well, thank you. I’ll certainly consider calling you,” he lifted his cell phone upward as he spoke.

You were a little disappointed by his remark. Consider calling you? What the fuck? Maybe he wasn’t straight. Would explain why you found him attractive. All the hot ones were some shade of gay. But he was flirting with you... Wasn’t he?

Harry waved as he walked off and you sat back down to finish your latte and dry scone.

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You got yourself dolled up and tried to erase the way you were feeling annoyed that Harry hadn’t messaged you or called you. You gave him your number. You were rarely rejected. Unless he was gay… You laughed at yourself as you sprayed your hair to hold the style and then looked at your phone again. It was 9 pm. The perfect time to show up at the Warwick. It was time to work.

You were let in with no problem, despite the long line to get in. No cover for you. You got yourself a soda water with lemon and sauntered around the perimeter. Lots of groups tonight. Some of the guys watched you walk by. But you were specific. Precise about the men you worked. The young ones in the groups were probably spending more than they could afford to be there. Not your type. You moved along the lower room until you spotted a group of men sitting together. Now, these guys were job material. Men with money.

You neared them slowly, sipping your soda water until one of them looked up and saw you. You smiled at him and kept walking until you found a place to sit where you could be in the sight line of the man with whom you smiled. He had his eyes on you alright.

You’d give it ten minutes before heading their way. Just to see if he’d come to you first. Just to see if he was into feeling like he had the upper hand. Sometimes older men preferred more traditional roles and liked to be the aggressor. Oh, little did they know…

You swung your left leg over your right one, letting your dress ride up your thigh so he could see what you were working with. You smiled at him again and then looked away, pretending to be caught in the act.

But then suddenly someone sat down next to you, catching you off guard. You jerked your neck toward the intruder (this was not uncommon), ready to tell him to buzz off when you were met with the warm smile of the man you couldn’t stop thinking about.

Your look of disdain quickly turned to one of excitement and you couldn’t help the smile that crawled over your face at the sight of Harry. He was in a suit; his hair was styled just so with a thick curl falling over his forehead. He had rings on his fingers and he looked like he’d been drinking a little with dazed-out eyes on yours.

“Y/n. I didn’t expect to see you here,” his gaze dropped down to your dress and your thigh and then back up to your face.

You mimicked his display, dragging your eyes down his frame and back up to his handsome face, “It’s been a while since I’ve been out. Felt like a good night to have some fun.”

The man you’d scoped, was long forgotten as you and Harry began to chat. He was alone at Warwick. Like you. And he was hot. He was clearly a bit tipsy with the way he was so loose with touching your arm and your hand, the way he’d pause his eyes at your lips as you spoke.

The thing that really got you worked up was how he’d lean in to speak into your ear so you could hear him. It was necessary to do because the club was so loud, but you fucking loved having him so close you could smell him and feel his voice vibrating off your ear.

“You look amazing,” he said as he plucked at the hem of your short dress, his fingers brushing against the skin on your thigh as he did so. Probably on purpose. Definitely on purpose.

You decided he’d be worth the work raincheck. You’d let him fuck you. And it seemed like that’s just what he wanted when his eyes settled on yours and he looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Wanna get out of here?” You asked. You were a-okay with abandoning ship for a hot night with Harry. Work could wait. This man before you, flirting with you and watching your lips as you spoke was ripe for the taking. You didn’t want to miss the chance to try him out in the sack.

Just like he said, the taxi stopped at The Ritz-Carlton on Olympic and he took you up to his room. In the taxi on the way to his hotel, he scooped his arm behind your back and pulled you into his side, brushed your hair from your neck, and put his mouth next to your ear, “You sure you want to do this?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Yeah, that happened. That never happens. Not to you. You were the one making men’s breath hitch. But Harry had some kind of natural charm about him that matched your own energy. A panty-dropper. But it helped that he was so goddamn fine with a deep British accent and dazzling eyes.

The room didn’t appear to have been slept in, but that’s probably due to the strict housekeeping staff taking care to clean up behind their guests.

You kicked your heels off near the door and Harry walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your front. He kissed your neck first. You were admittedly caught off guard by his energy. He was quite forward and confident.

You leaned your head to the side and smiled when you felt him in your back, poking you with what you knew was going to be a big cock. He was already very turned on.

You turned in his arms to face him and slid your hands up to his shoulders and kept your eyes on his, “I don’t usually do things like this…” you spoke innocently.

Harry tilted his head to the side and smirked. The look on his face said he didn’t believe you, “Me neither.” You certainly didn’t believe him.

You lifted yourself upward on your toes and pressed your mouth to his. You had had enough of the back and forth. It was time to get down to it. Harry’s cock was hard and your panties were wet. That’s all that was necessary at that moment. Talk could wait.

Harry gripped your waist and walked you backward to his bed with his mouth attached to yours. You let go of his shoulders and slid yourself back onto the bed as he crawled after you. You grabbed his collar and pulled him down to you, lips locking together in haste.

Putting your leg over his hip you bucked yourself upward to feel his hard-on under his pants and you moaned at the bulk of him.

“Get your pants off, Harry,” you cooed as you palmed over him. Harry sat back and removed his shirt and there was nothing in you that was disappointed by what you saw. More dark tattoos covering his chest and his arms. His body was masculine and sculpted exactly to your preference. Firm with smooth skin and a smattering of hair at his pecs and under his belly button.

You moved your arms behind your back and unzipped your dress and let it fall down your arms. You were wearing a special bra that was sticky on your breasts, which you’d forgotten about until that moment. It was difficult to remove in one quick go because the sticky inside was super sticky so it stayed put. You sat up and turned away from him as he began to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants.

Pulling the bra away from your skin slowly you looked over your shoulder and Harry was looking at you with his brows scrunched in confusion. You laughed and when you’d removed the bra lifted it upward so he could see, “It’s a sticky bra and it’s awkward to take off. Didn’t want you to see it coming off. It’s less magical that way.”

Harry spit out a laugh as he visually inspected the bra and he nodded, “Okay. If you say so,” taking the bra from your hand and tossing it on the bed. Harry was only in black briefs when he put his hands up to cup your jaw and pulled you in for a kiss. He pushed you back into the bed with his lips smoothing against yours and he settled himself in between your legs. You were left in only your nude thong. Harry’s briefs-covered cock was pressed right over your pussy. He was thick. You knew he was something special down there. He rocked down over you and licked into your mouth. His solid arms kept his torso held up while his hips were pressed down over you.

You bent your right leg at the knee and spread a bit for him to access you better and he moaned.

“You’re getting me wet even through your underwear. Need something, Y/n?” His cocky smirk was warranted. You hated a cocky man but Harry had every reason to be. He was delectable.

“I need you, Harry. S’why I’m here right now,” you spoke in your sultriest voice and licked at the seam of his lips. Harry brought his mouth down slowly, his warm lips pecking and licking a cherished path down toward your breasts. He palmed and sucked at them. You arched your back and panted. He wasn’t going easy on your nipples as he pulled each into his mouth and swirled his tongue around your areola. His nips caused you to moan loudly into the room.

He moved his head further down and you knew what was coming. But in all honesty, you hadn’t shaved in a while. You were full-on bush down there. You didn’t expect to be getting laid tonight. You were on a job when you saw Harry at the club. You got all dolled up, shaved your legs, and did what needed to be done. But no more than what was necessary.

When he got to your hips you braced yourself for him to see your pussy in its natural state. He put his fingers into the band at your hips and looked up at you as he slid them down slowly. You craned your neck up to see what his expression was when he finally took you in.

He saw your bush. You saw him pause at your pussy but he continued dragging your panties downward. You held your breath when he put himself back between your legs and lowered his face to your inner thigh, planting a hot kiss very close to the curve of where your ass and your cunt met.

“Can I?” He looked up at you, his mouth parted in lust. You weren’t going to say no to head. If he wanted to get down there with your wild garden of desire and wrap his mouth around your clit you’d let him.

“Yes,” you smiled but felt yourself blush a little at the idea of being munched on while you’re pussy-scaping was nonexistent.

But he didn’t seem to care at all. He put his lips over your mound and went to town. Like all the way into town and back home again, then back to the strip so he could have dinner and seconds. He found all the parts that needed to be found under your pubic hair. You settled yourself back into the pillow and relaxed. Harry was a man who liked pussy clearly. He wasn’t deterred by the bush one bit.

Your clit was being given sufficient attention when he began to use his fingers in your crease, softly stroking you up and down until he placed his middle finger right at your hole. He prodded it in a bit and you looked down at him between your thighs. He had his eyes closed, his tongue lapping at you then you watched as his lips found your clit and he pulled at it, sucking you into his mouth and you gasped. He was good. This man was hot and he was good at giving head?

“Fuck, Harry! Right there…” you moaned your words, needing to let him know to keep up with what he was doing. He was going to get you off fast this way.

Harry moaned into your pussy and opened his eyes when he heard you and he nuzzled in further, shaking his head left to right quickly and slurping your clit just as he inserted a second finger. You felt it go in. Harry’s fingers were long and he was getting the job done nicely.

You arched your back at the distinct feeling of heat traveling from your groin outward. You slid one of your hands down and placed your fingers into his thick hair. Something you’d wanted to do since you first saw him earlier in the day. You just had no idea it would be happening while he was expertly eating you out in his hotel room at the Ritz.

You bucked upward toward him and panted, “I’m gonna come, Harry… please….” Your voice was shaky and your orgasm was beginning to blossom. Harry was making a mess of his face with your arousal as he dug in further, one hand holding you down while his other kept his fingers stroking your walls just like you needed.

The snap fuzzed up your hearing for a moment. Your ears rang as you came in his mouth, your body stiffening and jolting with each stroke of his tongue. You were sure you were speaking but your mouth and your brain didn’t meet up as you quivered under the man who was lapping at your pussy like there was no hair in the way.

You opened your eyes when Harry kissed both sides of your hips and sat back. He looked down at you with a grin as your chest was rising and falling quickly, “Holy shit. That was the fastest I’ve ever come from… that.”

Harry chuckled and got off the bed. He walked toward the dresser and you could see his hard cock pressing against the front of his dark briefs. He grabbed two glasses and a bottle of water and brought them to the bed. Pouring a glass for himself and for you. He sat down next to you as you sat up and handed you the glass, which you happily guzzled down. Harry did the same. You hoped he wasn’t washing away the taste of your hairy pussy. That would be embarrassing.

“Sorry. About the lack of trimming. I really didn’t expect to show anyone the goods tonight,” you laughed. It was so ridiculous for you to be apologizing for that. It was natural for most women to have hair on their crotch. Just like it was for men. You weren’t sure why you were apologizing. Maybe it was because Harry was so incredibly attractive.

Harry’s brows pinched together and he frowned, “Really? I mean, I don’t care about the hair, but you weren’t thinking you were gonna laid tonight? Looking like that?”

You shook your head, “No. Truly.”

“Well, you have a beautiful pussy. I doubt anyone would ever kick you out of bed for going au natural. Doesn’t bother me.”

You smiled at him and leaned forward to brush the back of your hand over his cock, “What about you? Do your trim?” You smirked.

Harry laughed through his nose and took your glass, placing his and yours on the side table before covering your hand with his and pressing your palm down on his lengthy cock. He brought his other hand up to you, his fingers at your neck and thumb over your cheek when he leaned in to kiss you.

When he backed away from the kiss he looked down to where he had your palm pressed over him, “Why don’t you check.”

You let out a laugh of disbelief but smiled and took the top band of his underwear in your hands and pulled at it, lowering the material and seeing the smattering of hair at his low stomach turn into a darker, thatch before his cock sprung out. The cock was a total distraction. You had forgotten all about the hair when you saw his large organ standing out.

Harry lifted his hips and helped you pull his underwear down. He was certainly nicely built. That was for sure.

You smiled at him and then looked back down at the masterpiece between his legs and leaned in to kiss the tip. Harry moved back, putting his arms behind him to give you space to worship him.

You heard him inhale a sharp breath when your lips came into contact with the tip of his crown and then you looked up at him, “May I?”

Harry nodded quickly and you stuck your tongue out to lick him up and down. You had a lot of area to cover with his penis but you managed to lick him from base to tip all around. He was very hard in your hand. Heavy and thick. You stuck your tongue softly into the slit at his head and looked up at him. He had his eyes closed and his mouth parted.

Just as you wrapped your lips around his tip and swirled your tongue over his frenulum he jolted his hips and gasped, “Wait, god… hold on…” his hand was at the back of your neck, pulling you off.

You looked up at him and then sat back, causing his hand to fall away from your neck.

“I’m not going to assume you wanted to have sex, but I kind of wanted to,” he kept his dark eyes on you.

You hated giving blow jobs if you were honest and Harry’s cock was going to cause some damage to your tonsils you could already tell. That monster might not even fit quite well enough for you to really get the job done anyway.

“So, you don’t want a blow job?” You queried, just to be sure.

“I love a good blow job, but…” he looked down and laughed as he shook his head and then set his eyes back on yours with a goofy grin, “this,” he gestured toward his crotch, “tends to take a little training. Not the easiest man to suck off.”

You raised your brows and scoffed, “So, you’re saying that you think your cock is so fat that I’d have trouble taking it down my throat and you’re giving me an easy out and offering to fuck me with that instead of choking me with it?”

Harry barked out a laugh and nodded, “Well, I guess you could put it that way.”

“Thank God, because that thing is quite daunting. Would rather have it in my vagina than my throat, so thank you for that,” you couldn’t believe this man, but he wasn’t wrong. In all honesty, he probably got used to this spiel. It kind of sounded like he’d said it all before.

“So you do want to have sex?” Harry repeated to be sure.

You rolled your eyes and climbed over his thighs, pushing at his chest to bring his back down to the mattress. You straddled his hips and put your unshaven pussy over his cock and then kissed him as your answer. You rolled your hips up and down and Harry grabbed your ass and guided you up and down along his shaft.

There was a lot of girth to rub yourself on with him so your clit was being pressed into on each stroke. Harry moaned into your mouth and pressed you down harder over him as he rocked upward, pressing himself between your slick folds.

“Come on…” he breathed out, “I’ve got a condom,” he said and nudged you up. You stayed in his lap as he leaned over and pulled out a condom from the side table. You found it interesting that he had a condom there being that this was a hotel room. You knew the pattern of men staying in hotels.

Condoms would typically be kept in the luggage or a wallet. Unless the man was expecting company… But you decided to let it go. So what if he was expecting company? Maybe he planned on getting lucky tonight when he went out and thought ahead by putting condoms conveniently in the side table (which is odd for a man to think ahead like that). A woman, now she would think ahead and put condoms in the side table because women think about things like that. Men don’t. Not normally. It’s not a big deal, but it’s also out of character for a man staying in a hotel that he only very recently checked into.

“You okay?” Harry asked you, making you realize you were stuck in your head a bit.

“Oh… yeah. I’m totally good,” you nodded feeling a bit like you were missing something important. Like you were being forewarned of something by the tiny revelation you just had.

You took a breath and tried to push the sudden inexplicable feeling you had down. You wanted him to fuck you. Of course, you did. But what was that feeling you were getting? This sense that something was off? You knew to trust your senses. You had a good read on people and something was not quite right. And you saw him twice in one day? In LA of all places? A strange man from out of town? Yeah… something was off.

You put your hands on Harry’s shoulders and frowned, “I’m… sorry…” you pinched your brows together as you slid off of his lap, “I think I should go.”

Part 2

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bitchinbarzal · 1 year

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what are some of your big sister recommendations for products girl? You literally radiant big sister energy

firstly, appreciate that so much it means a lot 🥹🫶🏼

okay so like I could delve into a lot of products in different sub sections but I’ll try keep it as brief as possible! I don’t like clutter therefore I try buy with purpose I buy more expensive stuff for quality over cheaper stuff for quantity.

travel:

I travel a ton so good suitcases are a must!

I use the black American tourister Bon Air cases which are HERE however they’re hella expensive on the website I got mine at Costco so check there!

While travelling I use my beats headphones to block out crying children and annoying boyfriends which are HERE they are the best for noise cancelling you do not need the apple ones.

there’s more under the cut 🫶🏼🤍

athleisure & clothes:

I live & breathe by sketchers… call me old but I LOVE THEM. I’m on my feet a lot when I work in sports events like if I’m at a racetrack I’m on my feet 4am-11pm that’s a lot and on ice you need good shoes so these are my faves:

ultra flex 3.0

tough talk

other shoes I just buy from anywhere I know the quality is good, name brands don’t bother me. I have wide feet so things like vans & converse aren’t really my style because they break so easy.

fabletics have amazing leggings if like lululemon is not in your budget! They do a new joiners deal on leggings just remember to cancel your membership or you’ll be charged next month!

I get the define Powerhold high waisted 7/8 in short because I’m 5’6 and I prefer to see my ankle in trousers!

lululemon wundertrain high waist are good too!

lululemon align tank & as I said before this makes ur boobs look great

all of my hoodies are men’s from abercrombie or my own brand which isn’t live yet so watch this space all my sports apparel lovers

jeans are all curve love from abercrombie

bodysuits I live and breathe are either Abercrombie or Skims

I also get my daily leggings from love leggings

accessories;

sunglasses are a massive must especially if you drive! I have a massive fat head which means my glasses need to be quite wide so I got mine from Dolce & Gabbana

My jewelry comes from a bunch of different places but some notable ones

my hockey number necklace from M Jewelrs

my name bracelet is from Etsy I also ordered one with my last name because I love it so much

Earrings I get from any worthy jewelry store it doesn’t need to be expensive.

makeup;

not all of my makeup but my die for products!

concealer - TEINT IDOLE ULTRA WEAR ALL OVER CONCEALER

Powder - Huda Beauty easy bake

Eyeshadow - morphe 9t

Contour/Bronzing - Pinkhoney BFF face frosting just a cheaper version of Chanel!

skincare;

I had horrible cystic acne so I try not to overwhelm my skin with products! With that being said I use:

face wash: either regular dove soap bar or eucerin dermatoclean

toner: eucerin dematoclean toner

Eye cream: ole henrikson banana bright eyecream

Vitamin c serum: ole henrikson vitamin c

Moisturisers: Keihls ultra facial cream - if you can try get this out of duty free as it’s 1/2 the price! I get mine when I fly into Paris or Toronto or I get my mans to bring me it from Detroit airport

I also use eucerin hyalaron-filler day and night cream

Lip balm: eucerin acute lip balm

for my body I use all of the eucerin urearepair products

I also use their sunscreen everyday

haircare;

I use olaplex EVERYTHING shampoo, conditioner, the conditioning treatment

I use fanola purple shampoo

and color wow styling products like the dreamcoat etc.

scents:

perfume:

ariana grande cloud is the best smelling thing ever people hug me just to smell it & the intense one

Mugler angel

these sprays from bath & body works

warm vanilla sugar

vanilla bean noel

#big sister talks

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mohrwilkins2 · 1 month

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goodgirlsgetbands · 4 years

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How I Smell Gooood (all bloody day).🌹🛁

I thought this would be fun to list the products I use and personally love. Especially when these damn stores open up again.

Perfumes🎀

Lancôme idole! I swear by this perfume when I say, this is worth the money! Two to three sprits and you’re good to go. I’ve had men and women complement my scent the most when I wear this perfume. Its a very clean scent with hints of jasmine & rose. It can also be refilled as well.

Muglar Aura! If you’re that type women that loves a more dark, musky smell but still want to smell feminine as hell, add this beauty to your shopping list. My lord, when I tell you this scent is sexy. The amount of times I’ve walked past people or even stood in their presence, the double takes are priceless. It can also be refilled.

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Eden Perfume! This is a very inexpensive perfume but it does not smell like one. I discovered this gem when i was shopping at my local Boots. I was really attractived to the shape of the bottle so i gave it a smell and that was how my relationship with this perfume began. The only way I explain the scent; imagine if Gucci and Chanel gave birth to a perfume-🥺 That’s my best description. It’s a very luxury scent. I spray this on after a shower or bath.

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Aesop! I use the Rind Concentrate Body Balm because London winter seasons are not kind. It has an orange citrus scent. I get a lot of complements on this cream. Who knew a lot people loved the smell of oranges??

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willa-marino · 4 years

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So this is what Damon has been up to.

Willa knows she shouldn’t be surprised. And part of her isn’t, not really, not when Damon hands her the keys to the apartment in the same neighborhood that turns out to be directly across the street from Faris’s, not when he tells her he’d like her to take over from him this weekend doing surveillance because he has a contract that will take him out of the country, not when he asks her to aid him in tracking her movements, where she goes, who she sees. She’s surprised, but then she’s not. Damon is private, even more so than she herself is. He only lets her - everyone, really - see what he wants them to.

But Willa doesn’t like this. And she understands almost immediately why he’s been keeping this, her, the woman, this reporter, Faris, a secret.

She’s beautiful, that much is obvious. Willa catches a glimpse of long, shining dark hair that nearly falls to her waist the Saturday morning she lets herself into the apartment. High cheekbones, skin like satin. She can understand Damon’s…. Fascination, perhaps? She knows how men covet beauty, and he’s no exception to this, assassin or no. But there’s an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she settles into the high-backed swivel leather chair at the desk near the window, logs into the sleek desktop computer with the password he’d given to her.

Willa taps her fingers against the glass desk, her gaze on the windows, out across the street, into Faris’s apartment. The other woman is home, and it looks like she’s cooking a meal for herself. She makes a sound under her breath, Willa, and she crosses her bare legs underneath the table, her gaze flickering down to the gold stiletto heel of her designer pumps before she glances out of the window again.

“Christ, Damon,” she says softly to herself, and leans over to rummage through the file of information he’d collected, her thin hands deftly maneuvering through sheets of loose-leaf paper containing Damon’s handwriting. She catches glimpses of things that don’t immediately make sense to her: Chanel perfume, titles of books, foods, even several different coffee orders. Her mind trips over itself and Willa realizes what it is: it’s a list, threaded through the notes he’s gathered over Faris, a list of her favorite things, her hobbies, her interests.

A cold feeling worms its way into her belly and stays there. Willa feels almost breathless with the knowledge, knowledge he’s given her. She wonders if he really trusts her enough to let her see; because of course she would go through this case file, of course she would see his painstakingly handwritten notes, his set-up in this apartment, so close to Faris’s.

Nothing is a coincidence, Willa tells herself grimly. She runs a finger lightly across Damon’s handwriting, over where he’d written Chanel No. 5. She looks out of the windows again. The sun is shining brightly through the glass, warming her skin despite the internal chill she feels.

Doesn’t he know how dangerous this is?

Her bag is sitting on the floor by her chair. Willa reaches for it almost out of instinct, pulling it up onto her lap, undoing the intricate metal catch, reaching for her cellphone, and - after a second thought - some lip balm. Fuck it, her lips are dry.

She reapplies first, and then unlocks her phone with a swipe of her thumb, clicking into the FaceTime app and scrolling for a second through her contacts before she taps the name she needs.

Sutton picks up on the fourth ring.

Willa grins at the other girl, leaning herself forward slightly in the chair and propping her chin up in her palm. She peeks at herself in the little square on the screen before her eyes go back to Sutton, who seems to be having a conversation with someone out of frame.

“One sec,” Sutton mouths to her, lifting a single finger, and she sets her phone down.

Willa counts in her head, One, one thousand, two, one thousand, three….

“Okay,” Sutton grabs up her phone again and her face fills her screen. “What’s up?”

“Operation: Stake Out is a go,” Willa says, using her pinky finger to fix the edge of her lip balm. “And it’s worse than I thought. He’s keeping detailed notes of this woman, like where she goes when she’s not working, her fucking hobbies…. ”

Sutton has stepped into the bathroom of what looks like a hotel suite. Her voice echoes when she speaks again. Her nose wrinkles delicately at Willa’s words. “Okay, gross. I still say what I said before. You should just kill her. She sounds like a liability.”

“Sutton,” Willa says, rolling her eyes heavenward, but she knows the other girl has a very salient point. On the one hand, yes, it would be better for Faris to die. Damon was in deeper than Willa thinks he even realizes. If The Eye, if Konstantin, finds out what he’s been doing, it’ll be trouble for him, and trouble for herself. Despite their sometimes tense relationship, Willa cares for Damon in a way she has not let herself care about anyone in years. And certainly not another man. But he’s being selfish. And she knows that selfishness could quickly become carelessness.

Don’t make it personal, he always told her, knowing that where she came from, she never would. Never even wanted to. But this, this is personal. She looks at his handwriting again, blowing out air through her lips. She shakes her head, the blonde strands floating around her face, catching onto the sunlight. Her vision flares gold for a second.

On the other hand, Faris can’t die. Or, rather, Willa won’t be the one to kill her. Faris is innocent. Maybe not of digging into Damon’s past and present, maybe not about The Eye, but she’s innocent of any actual crime. Willa does not see the need for murder if it is pointless. It will not be her hand on the gun. And Damon would never forgive her if she killed Faris. What strands of trust exist between her and Damon now would burn, and she would have no one. She scratches away something at the back of her neck -- the idea of loneliness, perhaps. No, Faris will live. For now, anyway.

But this game Damon is playing - and now, Willa supposes, herself as well - could very well get them all killed. She owes him, though, owes Damon. More than he probably knows.

“I’m just saying,” Sutton replies, her tone a little dry, though her gaze is intense even via FaceTime. Willa shares her look for a moment, and then nods tightly.

“No, I know. It’s just not that easy. I’ll call you later.”

After another minute or so of conversation, both Willa and Sutton hang up. Willa places her phone down gently onto the desk and pushes the chair back, standing. She smooths her silk skirt down against her thighs with her palms, walks around the desk to stand at the window, her hands skimming her hips. Faris is still cooking, her back to Willa, distracted by a saucepan she has going on the stove.

From the back of her skirt, Willa pulls out her small hand gun, a Sig P365, and lifts it, her hands steady. She cocks her head to the side as she trains the gun on the apartment across the street, through the windows of the other woman’s apartment, right against her crown of shining brown hair. Willa narrows her eyes, fingering the trigger, expelling the knot of anxious energy in her spine with one low exhalation of air.

Just as quickly, Willa lowers the gun. Sets it down on the desk. She turns from the windows, the view of Faris, her apartment, all of it, and walks back to her seat, claiming it once again.

No, Faris will not die today, and certainly not by her hand. But Willa thinks it will only be a matter of time. Faris’s has already begun to run out, whether the other woman realizes it or not. Whether Damon realizes it or not.

#[ willa x narrative ]#[ once again apologies for the length!!! ] [ this was supposed to go up on Saturday but the weekend got away from me ]

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camillemontespan · 5 years

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the posh type [drake walker x mc]

Just a one shot, part fluff, part sex. I’m not the best at writing sex scenes but I hope you still enjoy! No reason for writing this except I was inspired by the above gif. I like it.

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It was their first wedding anniversary. Drake had booked the restaurant four months in advance and he had planned the evening down to every last detail. He had made sure Hana was around to babysit baby Lily and he had even bought a new suit for the occasion.

Drake could hear Camille singing as she applied her makeup and he smiled to himself. He couldn’t believe he actually had a first anniversary. He never saw himself reaching that sort of milestone in his life; he had always pushed people away, kept up the walls, refused to let anyone in. How things had changed.

Camille sprayed her Chanel perfume onto the insides of her wrists and examined her reflection in the mirror. She wanted to look good for Drake.

She found him on their balcony waiting for her. He turned when he heard her heels against the ground and his eyes travelled down her body and then back to her face, a dopey grin on his face. ‘You look incredible,’ he told her. She did; she was wearing a black bodycon dress which highlighted her body and black stilettos. Her eye makeup was smokey and her hair was tousled in waves. ‘You’re wearing a new suit,’ she said, raising an eyebrow. Drake blushed. ‘For you.’

Camille stepped forward and kissed him softly. ‘You look as handsome as always.’

Drake took her hand and the couple left the balcony to say goodbye to Hana. ‘If Lily wakes up, play her Moon River by Andy Williams, that’s her jam,’ Camille said. ‘It always gets her back to sleep.’

‘Noted. Have an amazing time guys!’ Hana squealed, clapping her hands. Drake chuckled and guided Camille out to the waiting taxi outside.

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They hadn’t had a proper date night since Lily was born. Drake pulled out Camille’s chair for her, ever the gentleman, and settled down opposite her. The restaurant was busy but it had a romantic atmosphere. A pianist was playing the corner and French doors opened out onto a terrace which was lit up by candles. Drake asked for the best Sauvignon Blanc and he poured Camille a large glass. They clinked their glasses together.

‘To many more anniversaries like this one,’ Camille toasted. Drake gave her a wink. ‘Nah, this will be the only one you get. Next year, it’s just a card.’

Camille let out a laugh and shook her head. ‘I love you, Walker.’

The two of them shared a smile and studied the menu. Drake held her hand across the table as he made his choices. When his eyes met hers, Camille blushed and Drake chuckled. This was exactly how he wanted the night to be; just them, laughing and acting like they were on a first date again.

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‘Are you kidding? Of course Maxwell would be the first to die in a horror film!’ Drake said. ‘The guy’s too trusting, he would probably welcome the killer into the house!’

‘True, but Bertrand would hide in the closet, probably to protect his sweater vests and kimonos. Everyone knows not to hide in the closet,’ Camille argued.

‘Maxwell would be the one who actually runs up the stairs,’ Drake continued his argument. ‘That’s the first sign that you’re gonna die.’

‘Well, Bertrand would think he’s safe and then come out. He would go into the bathroom to calm down, open up the mirror cabinet for some calming pills, shut it and BAM! The killer’s behind him!’

‘Alright.. who would be the killer then?’ Drake asked, a glint in his eye. Camille frowned, thinking. ‘....Definitely Liam.’

Drake burst out laughing. ‘What?! Liam’s the nicest guy in the world!’

‘Exactly!’ Camille cried, pointing at Drake. ‘Nobody suspects the nice guy! Come on, he would need to let loose from being all kingly, a little bit of murdering might be his sort of self care..’

Drake snorted and took a sip of wine. ‘A little bit of murdering.. Camille, it would obviously be Olivia.’

‘You would think that! She would be the main suspect until she’s found dead in the second half!’

Drake sat back in his chair, studying his wife. ‘You have really thought about this...’

Camille shrugged. ‘When I’m feeding Lily at 3am, my mind wanders.’

‘Good God, I’ve married a weirdo.’

Camille stuck her tongue out at him and drank some more wine. ‘This is really fun, Drake. I love this.. just being us. Drake and Camille.’

Drake smiled bashfully. ‘Aw shucks..’

Camille grinned and placed her napkin down on the table. ‘I’m going to the bathroom,’ she told him. ‘Feel free to come join me.’

‘What?’

She leaned down to whisper in his ear. ‘You heard me.’

Drake looked around the restaurant. This was a posh place. It wasn’t the kind of restaurant where you go and bang your date mid-dinner. Fucks sake, there was a piano in the corner. Then again, posh restaurants weren’t actually Drake and Camille’s thing. Sure, he had booked this place for their anniversary but that was because he wanted to really push the boat out. He had also heard their steaks were the best in Cordonia, which had swayed him.

He watched as Camille gave him a wink and walked towards the bathroom, her hips swinging seductively. Drake’s eyes fixed on her ass as she walked away and he felt his trousers tighten.

Fuck it, we’re not the posh type.

He pushed his chair out and followed her.

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It was only the one ladies’ bathroom, it had a lock, nobody was going to walk in. Drake had checked. He had her perched on top of the sink in an instant.

His hands ran up her thighs, pushing up her black dress as he kissed her fiercely. Camille groaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her heels had slipped off when Drake picked her up but she didn’t care; she just wanted her husband right. now.

Drake’s teeth tugged on her bottom lip and she rolled her head back against the wall as she focused on his touch. His fingers had pulled aside her thong and he had began to work her, gently at first, but picking up pace the more she moaned. Her hands reached for his belt and she unbuckled it swiftly, impatient. Drake felt himself grow even harder, knowing that she wanted him.

‘Fuck me, Drake,’ she murmured against his mouth. Her tongue flicked against his and Drake could taste her watermelon lip balm.

‘I’m planning to,’ he whispered and he felt her hand wrap along his length, guiding it to her centre. ‘I want it now,’ she said.

Drake teased her entrance, watching as she bit her lip, her brown eyes growing darker. She was already so wet for him. Drake loved it. He teased her with the tip of his length some more, smirking as her breath hitched. ‘Damn it, Walker, you sure know how to get a girl all hot and bothered,’ she ground out.

Drake’s eyes penetrated hers. ‘Somebody’s impatient, huh?’

‘Just fancy being fucked on a sink, that’s all.’

Drake laughed and kissed her deeply; as he did so, he finally entered her. Camille let out a gasp and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling his body further into hers. ‘You are so fucking big, Drake,’ she breathed and Drake smirked. He placed his hands under her and lifted her slightly, tilting her up into an angle, so he could see himself driving into her. His eyes flicked up to hers and he caught the mischievous look on her face. She was loving this.

They didn’t often do sex in public places; it wasn’t their style. Drake liked to be romantic with it while Camille liked having all the time in the world in their own space as they fucked.

This was different and Drake was really, really into it.

She kissed his neck as he bucked his hips against hers, her fingernails gripping onto his shoulders as she cried out. He could smell her perfume and he kissed the insides of her wrists, inhaling the scent. Camille smiled at the intimate gesture; Drake always did things like that when they were together. He always found a way to make it special, meaningful, like he worshipped her. For Camille, Drake had ruined all men for her because no other man could match him. Even better, he was hers.

Drake could feel himself getting close as he fucked her harder. The way she was crying out his name was only adding to it. He had found her sweet spot and focused in on it, causing her body to jerk and shake. ‘Drake, I’m gonna-’ she warned him and Drake let out a haggered breath as he increased his pace. Camille screamed his name and her body shook against him, her legs tightening around his waist. Drake felt the wave too and he rode it, ready to fall into the abyss. Camille dropped her head down onto his shoulder as she let go, panting heavily. Her breath tickled against his neck.

‘Wow. Wow..’ she murmured to herself. Drake gently pulled out and watched her as she gazed up at him. ‘Happy anniversary honey,’ he said, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a lazy grin. Camille leaned her head against the wall, catching her breath.

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Drake watched as Camille went back to their table first. She ran her fingers through her hair as she walked; her hair had been tousled before. Now, it looked like she had been dragged through a hedge backwards.

Drake followed a few moments later, trying to appear nonchalant. He smiled at an old man with a white handlebar moustache who was wearing a top hat.

I should get a top hat.

He could hear whispers. ‘Is that the Duke of Valtoria?’

Drake kept his head down as he reached the table. Camille looked up at him with her kohl rimmed eyes, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. ‘Nice bathroom break?’

‘Lovely toilets. Very personal experience.’

‘Good for you. Now, shall we order dessert to go and eat it in bed?’

Drake chuckled. ‘Best anniversary ever.’

#drake walker #drake walker x mc #one shot #cake

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