"Trust me, I'm not the kind of fun you're after. Go find some other toys to play with" I tell him, trying not to give away the knotting of my stomach in my voice as I try to step around him to walk past him.
His hand catches my arm, halting me and he steps behind me, his firm chest pressing against my back as he leans his face down to rest his warm lips near my ear.
"Actually, I think it's exactly what I'm after" he murmurs lowly, his breath fanning across my skin making me bite down on the inside of my cheek "And I think that's exactly what you want to find out, just how well I play with my toys""
Welcome to another story my dudes, I've had this in my head for a while and needed to get it out before I developed an eye twitch, so I'll be working on it in between my other stories, grab a helmet and strap in home slices.
Fictional Character with the name Harry Styles.
(I know, I'm just as surprised as you are)
This story is purely fiction, it's not meant to have any correlation to any of the characters real life, or them as a real person.
As with all my writing, this story contains mature themes, foul language, confronting themes and some troubling themes as well as explicit sexual themes.
If you are easily offended, or sensitive to these things -
That's about all I have for this, I hope you guys enjoy my bullshit rambling.
And as usual with me, yes.
There will be gifs.
Welcome to the ride into the questionable depths of my imagination.
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Perspective. |H.S| Harry StylesMystery / Thriller
*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* "Perspective has a way of showing you things you never imagined were possible." ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ "Trust me, I'm not the kind of fun you're after. Go find some other toys to play with" I tell him, trying not...