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Boxer Harry

You didn’t really like boxers and man buns before you met Harry. And you didn’t really like him before you got to know him. He seemed so rude and cocky but then you became friends and started hanging out for a while. Then it happend, he kissed you on your way to home and it was all blurry but one of the best nights in your life. Dating him was fun, extremely fun. But loving him and being loved by him was the best thing that ever happened in your life. So here you are, a year after you two kissed in front of your old apartment, in the boxing hall waiting for him to finish his training. He’s wearing shorts and boxing gloves. His t-shirt is wet and his hair is in a man bun. You can pretend you’re not that affected of his hotness in front of him all you want but here’s the truth - you will never be able to deny how he takes you breath away. “Done.” His trainer says and he sits on the floor completely exhausted. It takes him some time to find you but when his eyes locks on you, it’s all gone. Your consciousness is empty now and you find yourself struggling to exhale your breath. It’s all getting worse when he starts walking to you. His hands are now free from the boxing gloves and your skin is hungry for their touch. “Are yeh alright, babe?” He has this cocky smile on his face again and his lips look so kissable. “Yeah” you murmur. He bents down a little bit to whisper in your ear. “Good, ‘cause i can bet you’re dripping wet right now.” Before you can ever think for an answer, you’re both in the dressing room. He locks the door and pulls you to the lockers. His lips travel from your neck to your jaw ans his cold hands are burning the skin of the back of your thigh. Your try to find something to hold onto because you can feel your knees bend so you bury your fingers in his hair which you set fee from his hair tie. “I hate it when yeh tease me with these cute dresses” he says with a husky voice and his british accent is so evident now. “But i also love thinking ‘bout rippin’ ‘em apart.” “Harry, please” you beg him as the pain between your legs is getting worse. “What, babe? Tell me.” “Kiss me, please just… Fuck me.” Your words drive him crazy and soon you find yourself getting rid of his shirt completely naked in front of him. He lifts you and you wrap your legs aroung his waist. Kissing him is always passionat but never the same. He’s always doing something new that makes you dream of him at night. And here he is now controlling your mouth and massaging your booty in the same time. Here he is driving your crazy. “Tell me how yeh want it.” “Fast and rough” your words slip of your mouth before you can even think about their meaning. “There yeh go then, baby.” His fingers check you down there just in case. “God, yeh are so fuckin’ wet for me. Just as i thought.” “Please…” You beg him one more time before he pulls his shorts and his boxers down and slides in you. His trusts are fast and he’s biting the skin of your weak spot on your neck just as how you want him to. Your back is closely resting on the lockers and your mouth falls open when his fingers glide down between your bodies and start stimulating your clit. “Harry” you moan loudly, making him lose his tempo and his trusts are uncontrolled now “I’m so close, please.” He bury his head in your neck and moves his hand from your clit to your boobs. His other hand is tightly wrapped around your butt, holding you. “Me too, babe, me too.” One last trust in you and he freezes, coming with one of the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from him. Just as he starts trusting in you again your head lean on the lockers and you pull him closer not sure if you actually freeze like him or start tugging his hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he moans as you keep trembling in his hands. Cries leaves your mouth while he’s trying to mumble them with kisses because someone easily can hear you. After minutes of staying like that, not able to move, you two start remembering where you are and that you can get caught so you start dressing. When he unlocks the door and you go in front of him, you two see his trainer smiling. “You naughty boy” he says to your boyfriend “Take care of this lady, i can see how she’s still trembling.” Harry lifts you one more time and wink at his trainer as he pass him in the coridor and keeps walking to the exit of the building with you falling asleep in his arms.

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It makes my skin crawl when I think of every time you’ve had the stomach to lie to me, to smile in between my lips and laugh in my ear when you’ve done the same to someone else. I feel my heart sink to the floor, I hear it rip every organ on the way down. How many times have I told you to tell me exactly what happened? Whose hands went where? Who sent who pictures? Who touched who first? The wave of pain that I still feel simmers for weeks, months even; and only when it finally feels like my world is in place, the slightest tremor, the slightest shake, dismantles the whole thing. It dismantles me. It started off with confusion and then I slowly started to put it together. I took it in piece by piece knowing that I’d burst with resentment eventually. I looked at you with a smirk on my face because I was too hell-bent on retaining my pride but my eyes were too wet to see through. And then came the rage. And then came the sadness. And then came knowing that this might be the last time we would ever be this way. Suddenly I wanted to feel every part of you again just once more; partly to show you what you would lose and what you traded our years for, and partly to have something to hold on to when ‘we’ become nothing more than a fleeting thought. You know, maybe you are my karma. But I promise to be yours, too.

Karma // n.b. (via 21silverlinings)

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To the man who left: I don’t think you’re a bad person for leaving. You knew I needed you, but I know I made it hard for you to be there when I’d push you far away from me. I don’t blame you for leaving. I know I can be more than a handful at times. My head loves to get the best of me and my paranoia quickly replaced you as my companion. I’m not mad at you. I just don’t know how to let someone love me at night without expecting them to leave the next morning. That’s why I sometimes cried while we had sex. I didn’t expect you to hold me afterwards. I wanted you to, but god, I was scared. I wanted you to stay, but I didn’t know how to be okay with it. I didn’t know how to allow you to love the parts of me that I despised. Above all things, please know that I did love you, but I was just too scared. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I know you did the best you could. I know a person can only take so much. I guess what I’m left with now is guilt, but I don’t deserve to miss you. I’ll keep quiet for your own sake. I know I am toxic. I know it is time to move on. Please forget me. I deserve it.

to the man who left (via myheartin--words)

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Every 11:11, I always wish for something, anything, good to happen to us. Well, not us. You. And Me. I dont want us to be together again- god I can’t go through that heartbreak again, but I want us to be happy. I want everything to be good between us. Even if we don’t end up together and fall for new people, I want you to be happy. I want me to be happy too. Is that too much to ask? 11:11, you’re my last resort.

11:11, please pull through for me | a.m (via nolimitwords)