You were sitting in the editing room, going through the footage of Harry and Timothée. Your mind was unable to focus, consumed by memories of that night. Looking at the footage of the two boys right before they ravaged you was driving you mad. forcing you to apologise to the editing staff and excuse yourself.
You hurried to your office and closed the door, locking it behind you and closing the blinds. You headed straight for the locked bottom drawer of your desk, and the little vibrator inside. You took it from its silk pouch and hiked up your dress
Turning it on, you felt relief immediately. You used your other hand to slide a finger inside yourself, your mind swimming with images of Timothée and Harry as they fucked you senseless, cumming at the thought almost instantly. It had been three days and you were feeling like a drug addict in withdrawal. Panting, you went to put the vibrator back.
Suddenly, the phone started ringing, catching you completely off guard. You picked up. "Miss (y/n), we have Mr Harry Styles on the line." The receptionist informed you.
"Put him through, thank you," you answered. "Hello Harry, I was just thinking about you actually."
"Hello love," his voice chimed. "Wasn't anything too dirty, was it?"
You smirked at yourself. "Well, my doors are locked and the curtains are closed, so you tell me?" You heard his breath catch before he replied.
"What were ya doin in there, thinking about me hmm?" His voice sounding aroused as he asked.
You decided to milk the situation. "I had to stick my fingers inside my dripping wet pussy because I got so horny thinking about you. Now I'm licking the cum off my fingers wishing it was your cock." You teased him, hearing him choke a little on the other end of the phone.
"Fuck, you just made me hard and I'm in public." He complained.
"That's not my fault, you asked." You giggled at the thought.
"Are you still coming to my show tonight?" He asked, changing the subject so his erection wouldn't get any bigger.
You were in such a haze after the other night that you had forgotten that Harry had told you he was part of a benefit concert to raise money for the Amazon. "I am, but Timmy had to go to some chemistry reading in LA for the rest of the week." You replied a tinge of disappointment in your voice.
"You sound disappointed, were you hoping for round two?" He teased you. "Don't worry love, I'll give you what you need." He whispered seductively.
"Tell me what you want to do to me." You begged.
A chuckle echoed through the phone. "There is nothing I would rather do than..." he lowered his voice to a whisper. "...than tell you all the dirty things I want to do to you, but I'm with the set-up crew." He chuckled. "See you backstage tonight though?" He questioned.
"I guess so," you groaned.
The street was bustling with screaming fans by the time you showed up. You had to wave your VIP pass at the security guard almost instantly so he could usher you through the crowd.
You finally arrived at Harry's dressing room. The door was ajar and his wardrobe team was bustling about, one of them holding out a dark green suit jacket with gold stitching and silver silk on the sleeves. You saw Harry's arms slip into it, settling on his strong shoulders as he turned, spotting you watching him from the doorway.
"(y/n) love, you're here!" He exclaimed, jogging over to you and wrapping his arms around you tightly.
"Don't you look dashing in your suit," you said, mimicking a posh accent. In response, he turned around and shook his bum at you. You laughed together, his eyes creasing up, dimples appearing in his cheeks, and the overbite of his teeth beaming at you.
