A Way of Avoiding Conversations | punk h.s ; a.u

A Way of Avoiding Conversations | punk h.s ; a.u

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Harry Styles
"Why'd you stop, Harry?" I panted as he had just ripped my blouse open into pieces, exposing my lace-covered breasts. "You're sure you want to do this. . .again?" He asked with a breathless voice. His emerald eyes looking for confirmation. I smirked and wrapped my hands into his shirt as I pulled him against me more. "Yes I want to do this," I whispered. "over and over again in many different spots and in many different ways." The playboy's breath caught in his throat as my dirty words rang out. I myself was wondering where this confidence is coming from. "Fuck." He breathed out before pulling his shirt over his head and exposing my eyes to his glorious stomach. He looked into my eyes, "And you're-" I placed my finger against his lips slyly. "This isn't the time to talk, Harry. It's not what we do." He grinned. "And what do we do?" He looked down at my pink lips. "We fuck." Description inside ;) KNOW: I love Harry Styles and he is portrayed completely different in this work than how he is in real life! This is all fan fiction from my head!
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[COMPLETED] It is well known that the world isn't a nice place. There are too many people and not enough humanity. Emma learns this very quickly when she meets Harry Styles by accident. Especially when he has her entire life in his hands. ______________________________________________________ "Please" I begged. The rough patch of his thumb scraped over my cheek and took the tear. He balanced the droplet on his thumb and looked at it. His eyes moved from the droplet to me and he put his thumb in his mouth. I exhaled sharply and then he said: "Actually, I think I will keep you."

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