I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine
As I went about my business through the warning signs
End up meeting in the hallway every single time
And there's nothing we can do about it
Told it to her brother and she told it to me
That she's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see
When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets
And there's nothing she can do about it
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This is the third club I’ve been in this night. Every club just gets more crowded and the music gets shittier. Lily dragged me out of my bed today and forced me to go out. “You need to stop moping around and get out there,” she told me. Now here I am, left alone in the corner because the dance floor is too hot and I just don’t feel like dancing. I don’t even want to get pissed tonight because I know I’m going to have to drive back home. I make my way to the bar and sit, since it’s literally the only seats in this entire place.

“Bored?” Someone asks behind me. The hair on the back of my neck sticks up from the familiar voice. I turn and my prediction confirms. Harry is sitting next to me with the stupid smirk on his face. I haven’t seen him in over a week and a half and even though he has that smug asshole look, I do miss him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I should ask you the same question, Lenny.”

“Harry,” I give him a pointed look.

“Niall invited me.”

“Of course he did. Lily dragged me out here.” He nods his head as if it’s clicking in his head. Lily and Niall set us up. I look at the dance floor and Lily and Niall are looking at us. She has a big smile on her face and shrugs. I roll my eyes and flip her off. “Sometimes, I really hate her.”

“You’re just lucky that Niall isn’t your best friend.” I laugh and shake my head. “Pint?”

“Uh no thanks. I’m not drinking.”

“Man, this past week and a half has changed you.” I giggle. “When have you ever turned down a drink?”

“I’m driving. Niall drove here but he’s been drinking this whole time.”

“Niall can be completely pissed and he could still drive. I actually think he drives better drunk than sober.” I snort out a laugh. “I’m serious. He’s so ass backwards.” He chuckles.

“I’ll have a Stella Artois then.” He flags the bartender toward him and orders my drink. “So,” I say after a sip. “What have you been up to this past week?”

“I’ve just been working. Nothing serious.”

“Yeah same.”

“I’ve missed you, though.” He moves closer to me and grabs my hand.

“You’re the one who distanced yourself, Harry.”

“I needed some time to think.”

“And?”

“I don’t want to lose what we had. I’m willing to push whatever feelings I have aside just so I could be with you.”

“I never asked you to do that, Harry.”

“I know you didn’t but it’s what I’m willing to do.”

“I don’t want you to do that for me, Harry.”

“Listen to me, Len.” He grabs both my hands into his. “Do you agree that what we have is fun?”

“Yes, but-“

“Then I want to continue what we have.” I bite my lip and sigh. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Now?” He nods. “I have to tell Lily-“

“I think this is what she had planned, love.” I look at him and nod. He grabs my hand and leads me out of the bar. I feel my phone ring in my hand and I look down to see that Lily had texted me. ‘Use protection! Love ya!’ I roll my eyes and continue to follow Harry out the club. We finally make it out of the sweaty club and his hand rests on my back as we walk to his car.

His flat is on the other side of town, long enough where I could have some fun with him. Harry stops at a red light and I lean over the console, kissing behind his ear. He sighs and the grip on the wheel tightens, making his knuckles turn white. My hand moves down his chest, unbuttoning some of the buttons on his silk shirt. He starts driving again and my hand stops at the buttons and moves down to the front of his pants to where there is an already a bulge forming. He groans when I start to palm at his jeans.

“Baby you’re gonna make my crash the car if you don’t stop.”

“If you do, then you’re going to have to explain to the police why you crashed with a noticeable hard-on.” I tug at his ear with my teeth. “Keep driving, Harry.” I tell him as he slows down.

“Can’t I just pull over and fuck you in here?”

“No. I want you to fuck me on your bed.”

He chokes when I squeeze him. I start to suck at his neck, leaving a trail of marks. I slowly start to unzip his jeans but he stops me before I can reach into his pants.

“Please, baby stop. I wouldn’t last if you started jacking me off.” I smirk at him and put my hands down his pants, pulling him out.

“I’m not gonna jack you off.” I lean down and lick at his head. “I’m gonna suck you off.” He moans loudly and I feel the car swerve. “Drive right Harry or else you’re not coming.”

I swirl my tongue around the head, earning a hiss from him. I take him further and further in my mouth until his tip reaches the back of my throat, causing me a gag a little. He moans at the sound and lifts his hips up. I push his hips down with my hand, the other wrapping around the part of him I can’t reach with my mouth. I start bobbing my head up and down, slowly pushing him deeper and deeper down my throat. One of Harry’s hands finds its way tangled in my hair, tugging at the root. The hand that is around his base moves down to his balls, cradling them in my hand. Blowjobs weren’t really something I was into until I met Harry. Now, all I want to do when I see him is drop to my knees and suck him off until I can’t breathe.

He stops and the car turns off before he comes. I look up and see that we are in the parking garage of his flat. “Come on, baby.” He pulls me up and crashes his lips with mine. I tangle my hands into his hair, pulling on his bottom lip.

When we enter his flat, he pushes me up against the wall and starts to kiss and bite down my necks, leaving red marks that’ll for sure bruise over in the morning. I finish unbuttoning his shirt and pull it down his arms so he can take it off. He does the same to mine, pulling it over my head and grabbing my breasts in his large hands. I moan and throw my head back, his lips attaching to my neck and bitting his way down.

“Fuck me, H.” I moan in his ear, nibbling on the lobe.

He growls and pulls me to his room. He pushes me down on the bed, unbuckling his jeans. I do the same, unbuttoning my own jeans and kicking off my shoes. He helps me, pulling on the legs of the pants. He bites his bottom lip and smirks. His finger trails up my leg, stoping above the waistline of my panties. He pulls it back and lets it go, the elastic slapping against me. I groan and lick my lips.

“Did you wear this for me, baby?” He crawls to me, looking at me like a predator looks at his prey. His lips ghost over the inner part of my thighs, sending goosebumps throughout my whole body. I could physically feel the hairs stick up on the back of my neck. He bites down on the flesh, earning a yelp of surprise from me. “Answer me.” He demands.

I decided to play into the dominant demeanor he never fails to play in the bedroom. “I wore this for anyone who was gonna see them. I just so happened to be you.” I could see the green in his eyes slowly turn into a darker green, almost black. The smirk that he so proudly wore was soon replaced with a scowl and the crease between his brows became prominent. I could tell he was getting jealous and deep inside, I was jumping up and down because I knew I was gonna get punished. He flips me onto my stomach, taking me by surprise.

“You really like to crawl under my skin. Don’t you, baby?” He grabs my hips and pull them up so my ass is in the air. “You know I don’t like when you test my patience.” His short nails scratch over the skin of my back side, sending a shock down my spin. “You know what happens when you get Daddy upset?”

“I get punished.” I let out in a whimper. His hand leaves my ass for a moment, coming back down in a harsh slap to my cheek.

“That’s right.” His hand lifts up and comes back down in a harder slap than the last, the rings that decorate his fingers sting against my skin. “I want you to count, baby.”

“That was two.” I say just above the whisper.

He leans down, his front flushed against my back and his mouth hot on my ear. “Good girl.” His slaps down again; I slightly jump.

“Three.” I yelp. I could feel the smirk against my ear.

There was only two more that followed after but the sting I felt on my backside felt like more. He flips me back around and I see that he is fully naked. I bite my lip and sit up, grabbing ahold of him. I start to tug it, spreading the pre-come over his tip. He groans and throws his head back, giving me an opportunity to run my teeth over his adams apple. He pushes me down so I am laying back down. He at pulls my panties again but this time, I hear a rip. I look down and see that he ripped my panties off my body. I open my mouth to scold him but he takes that as an opportunity to stick his tongue down my throat.

“I’ll buy you ten more fucking pairs.” His tip slides up and down my folds, making me shudder. I run my nails down his back. He thrusts forward, making me gasp loudly in surprise and throw my head back. He seems to get bigger every time he is inside me, this time is no different.

He gives me a moment to adjust to him, then starts thrusting deep inside me. It’s so deep, I feel him in the bottom of my stomach. He stretches me out every thrust he gives me, one deeper than the last. He changes his position after a few minutes, sitting back on his heels and bringing the lower half of my body with him by holding my hips. This time when he pushes in me, he grinds against me. The feeling is indescribable. He hits a spot in me that I never knew I had. The coarse feeling of his pubic hair hitting my clit each time he grinds down.

“You like the way that feels baby? You like the way I stretch you so good?” I nod. “You feels so fucking good. Such a tight little thing you are.”

“Oh fuck! Right there, Har.” I grip the sheets below me, pulling on them.

He hits the spot again that has me seeing stars, making me moan loudly. “That spot baby?”

“Fuck yes, there!” I pant out. He slams into that spot repeatedly until I’m shaking, teetering near the edge. “I’m gonna come.” I gasp. He suddenly pulls out.

“Not yet, baby. Hold it in.” He flips me back over to my front. “I want you on all fours.” I slowly pull up on my hands, waiting for him to get back inside of me. But instead, he kisses my shoulder blades and down my spine. I move my ass side to side, grinding against him.

“Please Harry I need you.” I look at him over my shoulders and bat my eyes innocently at him, biting my lip as well. He leans down and captures my lips with his, giving me a passionate kiss. He slowly slides inside of me, thrusting at a slower pace than he did before. His lips trail off, down the side of my neck to my ear, panting heavily. My left hand finds its way to the back of Harry’s head and slipping through the sweaty strands of curls then gripping on to them. I feel his thrusts quicken and the bottom of his stomach quivering against my back, signaling that he is near his edge. “God you feel so fucking good, H. You’re so fucking big.”

“Yeah?” His hand skims up my front, squeezing my breast in the process, and wrapping around my neck. Not enough to choke me but adding pressure to my windpipe. I whimper and nod. “Best you’ve ever fucking had.” He says in between hard thrusts.

“I’m coming, Harry. Fuck I’m coming.” My vision goes white and I fall forward on the bed. My mind feels mushy and all that falls from my mouth is Harry’s name. I feel him come shortly after, shooting his load deep inside me.

After a few minutes, I finally come down from my high. I still am slightly shaking after from the intensity. I open my eyes and find Harry next to me, panting as loud as I am. I flip over so I am on my back again and stare up to the celling. I feel his lips on my hair that is probably sticking everywhere and sweaty.

“Fuck me.” I sigh out.

“I just did.” Harry comments, making me laugh and him laugh along with me.

“Fuck-tastic.” He finishes for me.

“Yeah, fuck-tastic.” I move closer to him and snuggle to his side. Even though I am sweating profusely and he radiates so much warmth, I want to be as near him as possible. After almost two weeks of being apart, I feel like I never want to away from him again. His arm slings around me and pulls me closer. “I don’t want to go back home.” I say above a whisper.

“Then don’t.” He pulls the blankets up to us and wraps up in the warmth.

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