Wrong message
Summary: A case of the wrong number…
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader
Warnings: drunk reader, possible alcohol abuse, wrong number trope, implied breaking and entering, implied dark Lloyd (nothing happens)
“Just do it, just do it!” Your friends cheer you on. They are a bad influence, and you shouldn’t spend time with them. Today, they got you drunk. Margaritas are the devil’s work without a doubt. “Message, Mr. sexy ass!”
“Ughh… we had half a date, Kelly,” you slur, failing to unlock your phone. Your eyes are blurry, and you can’t focus on your passcode. “I don’t think he’ll answer.”
“Hey, I called my ex and asked him to send me a dick pic! You won’t chicken out now! It’s always the same with you. You’re no fun.” Kelly accuses you of being lame.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” you curse yourself, but being called lame angers you. “Let me just unlock my phone.”
“I don’t think she can talk,” Cheryl giggles before taking a large sip from her third margarita.
“She can message him,” Kelly replies quickly. “If he doesn’t answer, she can still call him.
“Damn it, bitch!” You curse your phone. “6969.” You giggle as you finally remember your passcode. “Here we go! Be prepared for—”
“The hottest pick-up line ever,” Cheryl cheers you on, while Kelly smirks at your wrecked state. Sam and Adriana already passed out and snored loudly. Not very graceful or hot.
“Hmm…” you scrunch up your face, thinking hard. Your foggy brain makes it difficult to think straight, so you write the first thing that comes to your mind. “Alright.”
Hey, sexy…🍆🍆
You harrumph and stare at your phone as he doesn’t answer.
Are you there, sexy…
… Three dots are all you get. You wait for him to answer, but the dots disappear.
“I don’t think he’s online,” you lie and try to close the chat. “Maybe another time.”
“No, now,” Kelly insists. All of you saw her ex's dick and made fun of her for settling for a tiny and crooked wiener for so long.
You scoff but type the next message. You may be more forward this time.
I wanna suck your dick so bad. I want to feel you shoot your cum down my throat and make your toes curl, and after, you can eat my pussy until I squirt in your face.
… The dots blink for a second, and then, he replies…
Who’s this? Is this a joke? I swear you’ll regret messing with me, sunshine!
“Fuck! Fuck!” You look at the number, realizing it’s not Scott’s number. You cry reading a stranger's reply. “I texted the wrong number!” You glare at Kelly. “That’s all your fault. Now some random creep has my number!”
“Fuck…shit!” Cheryl panics. “Okay. Just text him back and tell him it was a case of a mistaken number. He’ll understand. You can block his number if he’s a creep!”
“Okay! Good idea!” You try to stop your hands from shaking before you reply.
Oops…sorry dude. Wrong number. I hope you have a good night!
He immediately replies to your message this time.
Hell no, this is the right number, cupcake. Tell me where you are, and you can suck my nuts too. I’ll pay you back and let you ride my stache.
“Ride his stache?” Kelly cackles, much to your dismay. She can be a little too much sometimes. You still feel bad for texting the wrong guy, and she has to laugh about your mishap. “Who wears a mustache? Only losers.”
“You don’t even know the guy,” you huff. “This is your fault.”
Suddenly sober, you close the app and decide to forget about your mistake. He will get that you’re not interested in sucking a stranger’s dick.
Some hours later, your friends left, and you’re drifting in and out of your drunken haze. You groan, feeling something tickle your foot.
“Fuck off,” you grumble and kick the invisible hand touching you. “I’m tired.”
“Now, now,” you hear someone purr in your ear, “is that the way to treat a man flying down here to eat that cunt?”
A cold shiver runs down your spine, and you sit up, screaming, as the stranger is standing in your bedroom.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“I came to collect.” He smirks and slowly slides the zipper of his pants down. “I hope your mouth is as good as you promised…”
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