No cause let's talk about Harry taking you, his girlfriend of a few years, to a wedding as his date. The wedding is outside, you would be wearing a cream silk dress that matches his cream-colored suit, and you two look fucking amazing together. You and Harry can't keep your hands off each other, stealing quick kisses here and there before you're both pulled off in separate directions to talk with different people.
Eventually, Harry finds you standing by some friends, listening to them chatter whilst nursing your 4th flute of champagne. He sneaks up behind you, one hand holding his drink as he presses his other palm flat against your tummy to swiftly pull you into the front of his body as he nuzzles his face into your neck. Your skin is warm from the sun that had been beating down on you until the night took over. A tipsy smile makes its way across your lips as well as his as he presses a kiss to the inside of your neck. "Doin' okay, love?"
You hum as you lean into him, the rich scent of his cologne wrapping around you in a hazy manner. "Amazing. You?"
He smiles, hand shifting to squeeze your hip as he takes a quick sip of his drink. "Never been better, baby. Y'look so good tonight." He pauses to lightly nip his teeth at your ear, grinning when you softly giggle. "You look good every night. Wanna take you home."
Your free hand moves to rest over his hand that's resting on your hip, you hum, your body buzzing from the bubbly drinks running through your veins and the gorgeous man touching you so sensually. "A bit early to leave, H."
Harry groans, low enough for only your ears. He pitches your hips back against him, the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your ass making your heart race in anticipation. "I'm not gonna make it the whole night, baby. You look so good, can't get a fucking grip."
You look around, gazing through the crowds of tipsy people dancing and laughing, paying no attention to the two of you practically grinding against each other. You finish the last sip of your champagne as you grab the wandering hand of your lover, leading him through the clumps of people. Harry follows suit, bottom lip tucked between his teeth and eyes half-lidded as he smiles. He leaves both of your glasses on a random table, whining to grab ahold of your hand once again. The tips of his shoes knock against the heels of your pumps once or twice, the both of you drunkenly giggling as you push open the door to the building, a gush of cool AC kissing the both of you as you stumble into the establishment.
"Where are you taking me, miss?" He raises an eyebrow as you continue to pull him through the building. "Somewhere we can be alone, lover boy."
Harry smiles as you stop in front of a door, 'FAMILY RESTROOM' written across the top of the heavy wood. Harry's chest is pressed against your back as you push the door open, the heat radiating from him nearly making your knees buckle.
Luckily, no one is in the restroom as you drag the tipsy man in with you, instructing him to lock the door. His fingers fumble with the lock as he pulls you closer to him, stealing one, two, three, kisses before sealing it with one lengthy kiss. You both smile, teeth knocking against teeth as he backs you up against the counter of the restroom.
"You're naughty, dragging me into family restrooms for a shag." He teases, heavily decorated hands coasting up your dress to dance across your smooth skin, finally arriving at your hips to pitch you up onto the countertop. You hum, lips hungrily moving against his for a moment as you tug his white wife-beater out of the waistband of his trousers.
"You're the one who can't keep it in his pants." You point out, panting out against his cheek as he pushes your dress up your legs to bunch up at your hips.
"Never can when you're around." He playfully bites the tip of your ear, smiling when you giggle, squeezing his bicep. "Gotta be quick, H. Still have a wedding to attend." You remind him as your alcohol-weighted fingers undo his belt.
