Salty.

Salty.

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Harry Styles
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"Psst jae" I heard Harry whisper interrupting my thoughts. I leaned my head back as I groaned in annoyance. "Dafuq you want dood?" I said obviously annoyed at the fact that his hot ass breath was blowing on my neck. "Gosh no need to be salty" he snorted then looked up at me making the face he always makes when he's thinking of something stupid that he finds funny. "did you sit on fries?" he choked out holding back a laugh as I rolled my eyes. "No, why?" I sighed already knowing he was about to tell me some lame ass joke he found on Google or in some shitty ass joke book. "Cuz yo ass salty" he sputtered out breaking into hysterics. "I hate you"
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"Harry." I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male's hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn't allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. "You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone.

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