"Baby, I need you." Harry broke the kiss, and his eyes were blown out filled with so much desire. His lips are glistening due to the hot make out session. You're on top of him at the VIP section at a club. The club is blaring "I love it" by Icona Pop. Harry's hands are digging in your waist. You twirl your fingers around his curls in the back of his head. When you realize he's getting used to it you pull his hair back, so his neck is more exposed. Harry moaned and that elicit so many things you want to do to him
You bring your lips to his neck assaulting it by leaving love bites, all you could hear is Harry moaning and Icon Pop featuring Charli XCX.
"I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone.
I crashed my car into the bridge, I watched, I let it burn."
You feel people bumping into you, and you don't mind. Harry is holding back his moan because you could feel his johnny apple bobbing. You pulled away and his face contorted like he was in pain.
"What?" You giggled watching him getting all angsty. You like knowing you can make him feel this way. He gets caught up all in his pleasure and gets all whiny and sometimes bratty.
"Don't do that." He said bringing his hands to your ass and smacking it. You yelp because you weren't expecting it, but you couldn't help having this fire inside of you. You want him so bad, but you want him to beg for it.
"Do what?"
All of the sudden the club is no longer blue, it's now dark red and people are getting rowdy because of it and the DJ turned off "I love it" and switched it to "Bad romance."
A classic.
"Stop teasing me. I just want you so badly. You're so beautiful. I can't believe you're my girlfriend." You weren't sure if Harry planned to say the last part aloud, but you were flattered nonetheless. Harry is a dripping goddess. Harry is still dressed like we are still in the late 2000s. He still has that lip and eyebrow piercings and he's all covered in tattoos. Even on that blush of an ass of his. The side of his head is shaved, but he still has hair in the middle of his head where he could put it into a ponytail. Everything about him screams sex symbol and you just want to collect all his sweat on your tongue so you could savor his taste.
"Am I? Are you that bent up that you need me to fuck you with my strap on?" You toy around with his bun and watch his eyes scan your face. He licks his lip because you could already tell that he's visualizing himself ass up and you thrusting that 6in cock you bought for him for his birthday a couple of months ago. "You would like that won't you?" Batting your eyes and pouting to give him the whole effect.
"Yes, anything." He rambled out shoving his face in the croak of your neck suctioning his mouth around your pulse and leaving his mark on you. He knows that your neck is the most sensitive part on your body beside your pussy, but he knew since day one that could have you falling into his spell, and he could make you do anything he asks you to. Just like tonight.
"I want you to fuck me on this couch." Harry said. You couldn't really hear him because his face is your neck but you're pretty sure heard him begging you to fuck him now. "What?" You said grabbing his bun in your hand so he could pull away. You moaned loudly and all you could see was lust in his eyes.
"I want your psycho, your vertigo shtick
Want you in my rear window, baby, you're sick"
"Absolutely not." You shook your head. "Why not?" Harry threw at you and you didn't appreciate that tone coming from him. When he noticed that you disapproved of his outburst, he planted a peck on your lip.
"I'm sorry, but I want you to take me on this couch. No one is watching and if they are, they will see how my mommy treats me. Do you want the world to see how good you treat me? Use my vertigo stick?"
