Bittersweet §H.S.§

Bittersweet §H.S.§

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Harry Styles. The typical senior that always gets what he wants; grades, friends, and specially girls. He was on top of the world, until a new girl was transferred to his high school. Apparently, the hottest girl Harry has ever laid eyes on. Scarlett Devenpool. Or how she likes it; Scar, of course, most people ignore it and know her as Trouble Devenpool. Mention trouble and she's in, she doesn't care about a thing. Harry, along with most of the other boys in the school, attempts to get her in bed, and-- along with most of the boys in the school-- fails in the attempt. He feels completely offended towards Scar since she's the first girl-- the first person -- to ever say no to him. But that no, those two simple letters, only drive Harry to do the craziest things; just to get her to say yes.
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*Caution* SEXUAL CONTENT "So what do you need help with?" Harry asks. "I was lying I don't have homework just leave now." I demand. "No. And if you don't have homework.. Why don't I help you turn that groan of yours into a moan." He says and then comes close and whispers into my ear, "But remember you got to keep it down.. You parents will hear." "You are so rude." I say stepping away from him. "Oh am I?" He asks. "Yes you are. Leave my room. I don't feel comfortable with you in here." I tell him. He steps closer and closer to me as I step back. I reach the wall and look him dead in the eyes. "Well.. Babe.. You can't make me leave." He says. "Don't call me babe." I say. "Sorry babe." He smirks. I just give him the death glare. He leans in and I immediately know what he is doing. "Get away from me!" I say putting my hand on his lips pushing his head away from me. He chuckles, "Now now babe." "Don't now now babe me." I sass him. "Being sassy are we?" He asks. "Yes. I am." I say. "Well.. I suppose we will continue this later.. I would rather make you wet when your not sassing me." He says smirking. "Your not making me wet!" I say to him. "Well babe.. When I kiss you so rough and nibble on your sweet spot to make you moan my name. And when I feel you up and massage your boobs.. I guarantee you'll be wet. And after my first thrust of me going into you.. You will orgasm. If not I will go harder and rougher till you scream my name and have the biggest orgasm you'll ever experience." He whispers into my ear. That sent shivers right down my body. Ok maybe I'm a little wet now.

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