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Manika started with a laugh to stall while the racks in her brain searched for valuable arguements, "okay now, listen-"
"Listen what? I was so fucking stressed!" He exclaimed.
"No, hear me out, please" Manika started with a straight face, "I am deeply sorry for how much tension you were facing but-but, listen to me, shush" She smiled, pushing her finger against his lips to restrict him from speaking.
"Imagine this, alright?" Manika cleared her throat, not being able to keep in the love and fond every inch of her felt for him, "your significant other who is extremely ravishing and handsome person - looks and personality wise. They are so fucking adorable when they worry about useless things and to top that, they let you stay over every night, let you feed them with your hands, let you paint their nails, which by the way - also looks pretty cool on them, let you wash their silky hair, they even let you take the charge everytime. Now tell me, would you not do the same if you were in my place?"
"You little minx" Harry gasped, moving quick to trap her body beneath her. Manika yelped in surprise and he pinned her down on the grass by restricting her wrists. As much as Harry hated her keeping secrets from him, she made quite reasonable points in his opinion.
"You kept it from me because I let you fuck me every night?"
"I gave you so many reasons, yet you only heard that one" She retorted.
"Those other reasons were just supporting content to make you sound less suspicious with your vicious thoughts" Harry smiled angrily. (If that's even possible)
"But didn't I fuck you just right every night?" Manika smirked. She jerked up to bring her face closer to his, "You looked so beautiful screaming my name when I bounced on your huge dick"
Manika complimented, teasingly licking her lips as she looked into his minty green eyes which turned darker with her every word.
"You make being mad at you really hard" Harry murmured, close to her face so his hot breath fanned her mouth.
"That's not the only thing I make hard" Manika smirked. She tried to grind onto his growing bulge but his bodyweight under which she was trapped made that difficult.
"Cocky bitch, aren't you?"
"Quite a turn-on for you, isn't it?"
"No, it isn't" Harry growled, pushing her down with the force of his lips on hers. Manika couldn't help but smile into the kiss.
His full lips bruised hers while the grip on her wrists was maintained. Harry slowly dragged her arms by her wrists, pinning them together above her above head.
Manika pushed her tongue into his mouth, touching inches of his mouth. Suddenly, she heard him pull away with a gasp and wide eyes right after she had started massaging the roof his mouth.
"That was good" He exhaled with a small smile.
"Of course it was" Manika chuckled and he simply shook his head at her.
"Let's go, it's getting dark" Harry mumbled getting off her.
"Isn't the place where you had your first kiss around here?" She asked, shaking the dust off her.
"That's a bit more South, it'll get late if go now. Mum's gonna kill us because she clearly mentioned about being back soon" Harry recited as they started walking back towards where they came from.
"About your mum..." Manika started, entwining their fingers together, "if she doesn't mind, can we extend our visit till tomorrow?"
"That wasn't what we were doing before?" Harry smiled at her and she grinned back because that wasn't what they were going to do before.
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Foreign | H.S.
Hayran Kurguforeign /ˈfɒrɪn/ of, from, in, or characteristic of a country or language other than one's own. Let's get drunk, make mistakes and blame it on the alcohol! But are all drunken state events, mistakes? Find out in 'Foreign' when Manika and Harry's dru...