The Dark & The Twisted

I was swaying my hips heavy to the music blasting through the dirty and dark place. Harry's hands were on my hips, pressing me firmly against him. I opened my eyes and looked down at the band we were currently watching in concert. Indie rock, just as we both liked it. This particular one had a rougher edge to them, but it was really good.

Dating a member of a famous boyband definitely had its perks, one of them being granted a 'VIP' area in one of Camden's hipster clubs. We were standing on a platform in the back of the club, elevated from the rest of the crowd, shielded from curious looks.

The band started playing their most popular song and I threw my hands in the air, rocking my hips along. To say I was drunk would be a pretty big misunderstanding, and paired with my cheeky nature, I was up to no good. Harry brushed my hair to the side started kissing down my neck, pressing me tight against him. I supported myself on the railing in front of me threw my head back in pleasure. Suddenly, I was really, really horny.

I grinned to myself while I reached in between my skirt and started tugging down the tiny slip I was wearing.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Harry groaned into my ear while I pressed my bum into his groin, feeling his hard erection. I stayed silent and pushed us a couple of steps back. I turned around for a moment, capturing his mouth with a fierce kiss while I undid his fly. He tried to shove my hands away, but I did not give in. I needed him now.

“I want you to fuck me, Harry. Right here, right now,” I said and freed his cock from his tight jeans, pumping him a couple of times. Harry's lips parted and his eyes grew a shade darker. I could see his internal struggle, but I did not care.

Turning around, I supported myself on the railing while bending down. Harry realised what I wanted him to do, and slowly, very slowly, inserted himself into my pussy from behind. I closed my eyes in pleasure while he filled me all up.

Luckily for us, no one was interested in the pair up on the balcony, and pretty soon, we were quite obviously fucking, not dancing to the music.

Harry's thrusts had become rougher by the minute, and I suddenly felt him slid out of me. I turned around and he grabbed me by the bum and walked us over to the old and shabby couch in the corner. He sat down with me on top, unzipping my sexy bustier top down its middle. I wasn't wearing a bra and he eagerly looked at my freed breasts.

I moaned loudly while he started caressing my nipples and rocked my hips into his cock.

“God, Harry,” I whimpered and he grinned at me before beginning to tease my clit with his thumb. I let out a small scream and pressed into his touch.

“You like that, huh? Cum for me, Y/N,” he said in his dark and raspy voice and I looked into his green eyes while the all familiar wave of pleasure took over. I screamed loudly and felt him come at the same time, squeezing my boobs hard and screaming my name.

I collapsed on top of him when it was over and we kissed tenderly.

“Best concert ever,” I said and grinned. He chuckled and stroked down my cheek, locking his green eyes with my blue ones.

“Definitely.”


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