From: Harry
I want to touch your perfect ass right now
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To: Harry
That actually sounds really nice
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From: Harry
Of course it does. Your body loves my hands
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To: Harry
You may be right
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From: Harry
You should see your face when you cúm. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life
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To: Harry
Really?
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From: Harry
the way you say my name and pull on my curls and wriggle your little body, ugh. It's what I fucking live for
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To: Harry
You're making me wet
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From: Harry
Good baby. You know how wet I like you when I slide into that sweet little pùssy
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To: Harry
Oh god
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From: Harry
shit I can't wait to slide my hands up those long legs and feel you get goosebumps like you always do
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To: Harry
I'll be there in two minutes
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From: Harry
Can't wait
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I practically screeched into his driveway and in my haste, almost forgot my newest lingerie. But I remembered at the last second and hastily changed out of my bra and panties in the car then hurried to the door.
"Come in," Harry called loudly after I knocked a few times.
I opened the door and my jaw nearly dropped when I saw him standing there, wearing only his white boxers and a red tie around his neck. And there was a bottle whip cream in his huge hands.
"What-what are you doing?" I stammered as he easily loosened the silky material and pulled it off.
"Darling," he grinned, keeping the smooth material wrapped around his large fist. "You know how I always say how fun it would be to tie you up?"
"Um, yeah."
He was now towering over me and his scent was intoxicating, like some sort of mixture between his cheap shampoo and cologne.
When his lips met mine, I felt my insides clench and my heart began beating so fast I thought I might pass out. He had me so wrapped around his little finger, it was insane.
"Let's get these clothes off," he murmured as his fingers easily untucked my tank top from my skirt. "I want you naked as soon as possible."
"I bought something for you," I giggled, biting my lip as I stared into his big green eyes. "I think you're really going to like it."
"Oh?"
"Mhm."
"Interesting."
He continued to pull on and mess with the hem of my shirt until I started laughing uncontrollably, which apparently killed the mood.
"You're such a teenager," he groaned as I ran my fingers through his greasy curls. "Always giggling and texting and...and-"
"Fucking a man old enough to be my creepy uncle?"
"Don't say that word," he frowned slightly. "It's gross."
"You say it all the time!"
"I say it because I'm a bitter old man, and bitter old men have to have a word that reaches above other cuss words."
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birds // hs
Fanfictiona grown man with unholy desires + a young girl just looking for a summer job = a tumultuous relationship filled with long nights, badly-kept secrets, and lots of clichés harry styles mature [daddy!kink and age difference]
