"H-Harry we really shouldn't be doing this."
"You say that every time darling and yet, look where you are. Back with me again."
Your next words are cut off by the feeling of Harry's lips on yours, and you want to give in, but something's on your mind.
Pushing him back, you try to move from the wall but he keeps you there. "We can't, not again. Liam's on his way-"
He covers your mouth with his hand, "Don't. Don't say his name. Now, nod your head if you're gonna stop worrying and listen to me."
You nod your head with wide eyes, thighs growing even more slick at his dominant demeanor.
"Good girl.", he says when you obey him, finally removing his hand from your mouth.
He sinks to his knees in front of you, pushing his long hair out of his face as he looks up at you.
"Let me give you something else to think about." Harry spreads your legs apart, reaching under your dress and teasing the waistline of your underwear.
You wordlessly look down at him, and although you're not saying no, that's not enough for him.
"Tell me love, can I have you for tonight?" His voice seems deeper and his accent thicker, eyes searching yours for confirmation.
You close your eyes as he starts to drag the lace down your thighs, "I need words, pretty girl. Can I have a taste?"
"Yes." You sigh out.
"Yes who?"
"Yes sir." He has you lift up your feet, one at a time so that he can remove your panties and since your eyes are still closed, you don't see him stuff them in his pocket.
He grabs one of your legs, hoisting it up so that it's over his shoulder, exposing your bare core to him.
Wasting no time, Harry licks a long stripe up your wet cunt, groaning at the taste.
"Can't believe you wanted to deny me of this.", he mumbles, shaking his head.
He suctions his mouth on your clit and you're thankful for his support, knowing your legs would have given out immediately.
"Sorry, m'sorry.", you moan, hands coming to grip his hair but he stops you.
"I didn't say you could touch.", he smirks up at you, one of his hands coming to continue the assault on your clit.
He watches your eyes shut in pleasure, head falling against the wall. Your hands clench into fists, resisting the urge to touch him, wanting to follow his orders.
He lets two of his fingers dip down to your hole, teasing you a bit before sinking them in with no resistance.
"Can feel you clenching on my fingers, love." Harry says, his voice like gravel as he continues to watch you in amazement.
"Bet you wish it wasn't just my fingers hm?" He asks and you bite your lip to stop a moan.
Harry stops the movement of his fingers, pulling a whine from you.
"Answer me baby. You want my cock in this tight little cunt don't you?"
You can practically feel him smile when he nuzzles his face into your thigh, watching you struggle to respond.
"Harry please just-", you choke on your words when he begins to finger you again.
"Just what? Use your words, y/n."
"Wan' you to fuck me, please, stop teasing me.", you whine frustratedly.
"Y'know I just love to hear you beg, darling. Gonna fuck you, promise, but I want you to cum on my fingers first.", his fingers begin to pick up pace, curling to hit your spot and you cry out.
