“Ready.” I whispered to myself as I finished putting on my deep red lipstick. I backed away and examined my outfit for the night. I was wearing my skin tight black dress (that accentuated my curves perfectly) and sky high heels. This was my ex-boyfriends favorite dress of mine and I was wearing out to the club that where he bartends, The Funky Buddha. I tousled my long, curled, blonde hair and touched up my eye makeup (that made my eyes look like shining emeralds) and headed out the door. Sure I was going alone, but I sure as hell wasn’t coming home alone.
Once I got into the club and looked around, I realized it was packed. I weaved my way in and out of people dancing or yelling at each other to make my way to the bar. “What can I get for yo-“ I heard his familiar voice before I saw his face. I looked up into Daniel’s eyes just in time to see them bugging out of their sockets. I had him just where I wanted him. “Kraken and Dr. Pepper please,” I replied, proving to him that I did indeed know more about drinks than he thought. I watched as he hastily made my drink, clearly wanting me out of his sight. He finally finished and I paid as I sipped on my drink in the most seductive way I could. Just seeing Daniel put me in a bad ((((sexually frustrated))))) mood, so I made my way to the dance floor.
A new song had just started and it was perfect for me to start working my magic. I began to move my hips in figure eights, the one thing I knew drove Daniel (and countless other guys) crazy. Before I knew it, I felt two large hands on my butt and they snaked around to grab my hipbones. I didn’t even look behind me to see who it was; I continued to work my magic. As I was grinding my butt into his crotch, I could feel him growing minute by minute. My dress was riding up higher and higher so I reached to pull it down and on the way roughly palmed his member through his jeans.
“You are so fucking sexy babe.” I heard in my ear. The deep, low voice sounded vaguely familiar so I turned around to see who I was dancing with.
“FUCK” Oh damn I said that out loud. Harry fucking Styles???? I knew who I was going home with tonight. I grabbed Harry’s hands from my waist, flipped around, and placed them on my butt.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said as I laced my fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck. His eyes darkened suddenly and I felt his grip tighten on my ass. I heard the beat start to pick up so I turned back around, my arms around his neck. His hands were back around my waist, so close to the spot that was burning for him. As we kept dancing my wanting for him grew stronger and stronger. Finally, he began to place sloppy kissed down my neck until he reached my mouth.
“Let’s get out of here.” He whispered in my ear adding a slight nip at my ear lobe that sent shivers down my spine.
“Finally.” I whispered back with a wink while I led him out of the club with his hand still on my butt. We hopped into his limo. His limo. Limo. We tried to be civil but I couldn’t handle it and neither could he. I climbed on top of him and reattached my lips to his, all the while grinding myself harder into him. When we finally reached his flat, I climbed out first making sure he had a clear view of what was coming next. He got out after me, and picked me up so he could continue to kiss me. He broke the kiss to unlock the door and to ask me what my name was.
“My name is (Y/N).” I managed to get out between kisses. We didn’t say another word for the next 5 minutes as our mouths were sort of busy. He set me down on the couch and disappeared for a few minutes. I got up to look around his flat. I saw pictures of him and the other boys of One Direction on the walls. Suddenly I felt him spin me around, push me up against the wall, and kiss me harder than he had all night. I needed him, right then. I began to unbutton his shirt and he finally got the message. He ripped off his shirt and pants and began to unzip my dress. As soon as my dress slipped off, his eyes widened when he realized I had not been wearing a bra. His mouth immediately attached to one of my breasts as his long fingers began rubbing my center through my lace panties.
“Harry I need you in me, now.” I whispered into his ear, my voice catching on the last word. But oh no, Mr. Harry Styles had to be a tease. He lifted me again and brought me to his kitchen table and laid me down. He shimmied off my panties with his teeth and began to leave a trail of love bites up my leg leading to my center, leaving a nip and smoothing it over with his tongue driving me insane. He hovered there with his hot breath pouring into my aching center, smiling devilishly up at me as I squirmed under him. I reached down and laced my fingers through his curls, begging him to please me. He finally gave in and let his tongue loose onto me.
“Oh fuck Harry,” escaped my lips as soon as he delved into me, doing things I had not thought was possible. He stuck two fingers into me without warning and focused his tongue onto my clit. I was panting and moaning and I knew that it was turning him on but I couldn’t think about anything else other than his mouth and fingers and the magic they were working. Right as I was about to fall apart, he pulled his fingers out of me and stood up. He pulled down his boxers and his erection sprung up to hit his stomach.
“Not yet babe.” He said gruffly as he entered me. I screamed out in pain and pleasure. He didn’t even give me time to adjust to his large size; he just kept going deeper and deeper.
“Harder Harry, harder.” I choked out. He did as I asked, and hit my G-spot with every thrust.
“Ugh, (Y/N) you’re so hot. Scream my name.” He commanded as he roughly padded my breasts.
“Harry!” I feebly yelled. It was clearly not enough because he began to pound into me harder than before. He leaned forward and growled into my ear, “Louder”.
His voice sent me over the edge. I screamed his name as I completely came undone. His thrusts became increasingly sloppy and he shortly followed. He pulled out of me and we just laid there on the kitchen table for some time.
I finally hopped off of the table and began to walk through the flat. I ended up in Harry’s room when he found me. He stalked over to me, the both of us still naked, and kissed me hard yet again.
“Round two?” he asked with a cocky smile.
