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"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out
Harry’s your ex. You’ve been broken up for a full year but man…. A reunion never felt so good.
It’s your friend who notices him first.
You’re mid-laugh, clutching a half-empty tequila shot and feeling light from the salt, lime, and whatever it was she whispered in your ear—when her body tenses beside you.
Your laugh trails off, and you follow her gaze.
And there he is.
Harry.
The same Harry you’ve tried to scrub from your memories over the past year. Only now, he looks worse—better—than ever. Long hair curled at the ends. Broad shoulders stretching the seams of a black button-up. A few buttons undone, revealing the top of his chest and that stupid butterfly tattoo you used to trace with your tongue. Rings glint on his fingers. A drink in his hand. His other arm hangs loose at his side, inked and tensed, like he could crush steel if he wanted.
He’s already looking at you.
Your stomach twists. You inhale through your nose and lift your chin.
Smile. Cool. Unbothered.
But he starts walking over, and Maddie—your friend leans in close. “Shit. He’s coming.”
“I see that,” you mutter, downing the rest of your drink for courage.
Harry stops right in front of you. He doesn’t say anything for a beat. Just lets his gaze roam—slow, greedy, infuriating. You feel every inch of it like heat sliding up your spine.
Your black dress doesn’t help. Tight, short, clinging in all the places you know he used to worship. You wore it to feel hot tonight. Now it just feels dangerous.
He smirks. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
You lift a brow. “Didn’t expect to care.”
His smirk fades—just a little. “Still stubborn as ever.”
You turn to face him fully. “Still arrogant.”
Harry looks at you for a long time. Really looks. His voice drops low. “You haven’t changed.”
You lick your lips. They’re dry. “You have?”
“I went to therapy.”
Your heart kicks. You swallow. “Good for you.”
He tilts his head. “You didn’t.”
You smile. Sharp. “Never will.”
He huffs out a soft, bitter laugh. “Yeah. That tracks.”
You hate that he still gets under your skin. That one look from him can turn your insides to static.
He leans in a little closer. “You look good.”
You shrug, glancing down his chest like it’s nothing. “So do you.”
But you both know it’s not nothing.
And later, after more tequila, more side-glances, more of Maddie’s not-so-subtle glares, you find yourself outside, fresh air trying to cool the ache inside your chest—and between your legs.
The door behind you opens.
You don’t need to turn around to know who it is.
He stops beside you. Silent for a moment. The night is warm, but his presence still makes your skin prickle.
“I know you don’t want to talk,” he says softly.
You stare ahead. “Good. Then don’t.”
He hums, a low, dry sound. “You gonna keep pretending we didn’t look at each other all night like we wanted to fuck against the bar?”
You glance at him. “That what you want?”
His eyes flash. “It’s what you want too.”
You don’t respond. But your silence is loud.
He steps closer. “You want me to wreck you so you can forget all the shit you never say out loud. That it?”
You clench your jaw.
“You want to pretend it’s just sex. It never is with us.”
You turn to face him, stepping right into his space. He doesn’t move back.
“You want to talk about feelings,” you murmur, “I want to come so hard I forget yours.”
His mouth twitches. “Still such a brat.”
“And you’re still obsessed.”
He leans down, nose brushing yours. “Get in the car.”
You hesitate for half a second.
Then you do.
The second the door shuts behind you, his hands are on your hips, mouth finding yours with years of hunger behind it. He kisses you like he’s punishing you for leaving. For never changing. For not being ready. For not being him.
You moan into his mouth. Bite his lower lip. Tug his curls.
He groans. “You wore that dress to fuck with me.”
You grin. “You always were easy.”
He grabs your thighs and yanks you into his lap. “Say that again.”
You grind your hips against his, gasping when you feel how hard he already is through his jeans. Your lips brush his ear.
“You’re hard for me and I haven’t even touched you yet,” you whisper.
Harry’s hands slide under your dress, rings cold on your thighs. “You think you’re in control?”
You lean back. “Aren’t I?”
And then he slides two fingers into your panties. Just like that.
Your breath stutters.
He feels it. Smirks. “Soaked.”
You try not to whimper when his fingers start circling your clit. Slow. Torturous.
“You’re already dripping for me and I haven’t even eaten you out.”
“Harry—”
“No.” His fingers stop. “Say what you want.”
“I want you,” you pant.
“Not enough.”
You grind against his palm. “I want your mouth. Your cock. I want to be ruined, okay?”
He lifts you suddenly, pushes you back onto the seat, and kneels between your legs.
“Still don’t know how to say you miss me,” he mutters, “but you’re happy to beg to be fucked.”
He licks up your thigh—slow, deliberate.
“Maybe if I make you come on my tongue, you’ll find your words.”
He goes down on you like he’s missed the taste every night for a year. Tongue deep. Fingers rubbing just right. You cry out, hands yanking his curls, grinding against his face as he eats you like he needs it to breathe.
You’re close. So close—
And he stops.
“No—”
“You wanna come?” he growls. “You talk.”
You glare down at him, thighs shaking. “I need you. Please. I missed you.”
He grabs a condom, tears it open, rolls it on.
“Good girl.”
He slams into you hard and fast and you both moan at the first thrust. His hips roll, precise and filthy, filling you just the way he always did—like he knows your body better than you do.
“Fuck,” you gasp. “Harry—harder—”
He grips your throat. Tight enough to make you gasp. Not enough to scare you. Just enough to say you’re mine.
“You gonna listen now?” he hisses.
You nod desperately, back arching. “Yes—yes, I’ll listen, please, please—”
His thrusts get harder, meaner. You’re almost crying.
Then he pulls out. Rips off the condom. Tosses it aside.
“Harry—what the fuck—?”
“I want to feel you. All of you.”
You freeze. Blink. You should say no.
But instead you whisper, “Yes.”
He thrusts back in—bare—and it’s like your body splits open. Raw. Skin to skin. Nothing between you.
You both groan. Loud. Uncontrolled.
He growls in your ear. “You’ve never felt like this.”
You sob his name.
He flips you, face pressed into the seat, ass up, his hand smacking you once, twice.
You whine. “More—”
He spanks you again, hand then sliding up your back, curling around your neck as he pounds into you, the car rocking with every thrust.
“Say it,” he demands. “Say you need me.”
You’re almost delirious. “I need you. I need you, Harry—fuck—”
“You coming for me?”
“Yes—oh my God—yes—”
And when you come, it’s messy and loud and full of everything you never say out loud.
He follows seconds after, hips stuttering as he buries himself deep and spills inside you—hot, thick, and claiming—your name breaking from his throat in a low, desperate groan against your skin.
You sit in silence after. Breathing hard. Still shaking.
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Hello! I have a request. I don't know if you already have a similar one or something like that but I would like an alex-dunkirk bot where he has gone to war leaving the user pregnant and comes back 2 or 3 years later being cold with the user and the child.
I hope you understand, I don't speak English very well haha😭
new bot!!!
i'm incredibly sorry you has to wait this long for the bot! i really hope you like it and it was worth the wait!
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