Dan Howell Smut

I don't need you (image)

"You want me, babygirl..." I heard him whisper huskily and breathlessly over the phone. 

Biting my bottom lip, whilst squeezing my thighs together to prevent myself from moaning, I shut my eyes tightly, letting the thoughts of what his skilled hands could do to my body. 

"You need me." He suddenly said darkly. 

"Fuck it..." I moaned quietly. Just then, I realised what I was doing. 

He played me, daily. He would draw me in and then push me out within a matter of seconds. Yes, he is beautiful, fit, gorgeous, handsome, intelligent, funny, dorky, quirky, cringy, but those characteristics make him, him. 

Don't let him play you again...my conscience reminded me. 

I heard him smile on the other end of the phone; obviously he thought he had me in the palm of his hands...once again. 

But no. 

Opening my eyes, I confidently spoke, "I don't need you; I can breathe just fine without you here. I'm doing just fine...I will no longer be your pet."

Silence greeted me from the opposite end of the line. 

"Goodbye- and don't think you can ever play me like that again." 

*call ended*

I need help.