Ok iâm the person that wanted something filthy. So iâm thinking maybe like something in public???? maybe???
Ok Iâm imagining smth at a club đ
A sex club >:) kinda part II?
Warnings: exhibitionism, kink, dirty talk, slight degrading and humiliation, squirting, talk of other people masturbating
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âPleaseâŚâ her whiny voice made a smirk raise to his face.
Dancing with Y/N was always good. But when they came to this club, he knew she got especially needy.
âPlease what?â He murmured, fingertips dancing over the edge of her dress. The hem lifting up just a bit for her to feel the cool air of the night club brush against her unclothed cunt, her thighs pressing together needily.
He loved bringing her here. Knowing how much more wet she got when she knew people could see. Could hear. That people around them would be doing something similar or following in their footsteps soon enough. Most of all? Y/N loved when Harry showed her off. Made people jealous of him for having her, and that other people wanted what she had too.
âPlease touch me, Sir. PleaseâŚ.â She whispered, head leaning back on his shoulder as he slowly brought the dress up inch by inch. The delicious anticipation was killing her, but she couldnât get enough. Harry usually loved the edge her. Make her orgasms more intense. But tonight he was feeling a different game.
âIf I touch you.. mâGonna keep touching. However the fuck I want.â He warned. âIf youâre gonna be a dirty little whore and beg for my fingers on your dirty cunt while all these people around us can see? Iâm gonna make you cum over and over. Not like itâs that hard to do.â He laughed, finally sliding his hand between her legs. His fingers cupping her soaked cunt, applying pressure and pulling up.
The little whimper that fell from her puffy mouth was music to his ears.
âOh, what a surprise.â He said Iâm a condescending tone. âMy whoreâs cunt is all wet and swollen. Needy for attention.â He snickered, fingers pulling the lips apart while his hand held her dress up. Effectively exposing her most vulnerable part to anyone who took a second to glance over. Her cunt was glistening in the multicolored lights, exposed and swollen. Drippy and wet, Harry tapped the tip of a finger over her clit.
Her slight whine of embarrassment made him laugh louder, shaking his head. âOh, youâre gonna act like you arenât dripping down your thighs for this? Like you arenât a little attention whore who loves being shown off? You know that it makes you horny. Sâgonna make you cum so much faster knowing everyone can see how pathetically needy my girl is.â
Y/N wanted to disagree but she couldnât.
She was getting off on it, like she normally did. Hell, she couldnât get enough. Feeling the gaze of couples on her, her head leaned back further and her hips bucked into Harryâs hand, one of her own holding his wrist. Her clit throbbed at the attention and arousal, feeling the heat of his fingertip as it circled the sensitive nerve.
âYeah⌠I do.â She had to admit it to him. The way Harry knew every single spot to touch her, what made her instantly hot and horny for him was a talent no other lover had ever had
âHold your dress up. Let people watch as I make you feel good.â He ordered, kissing the girlâs jaw gently. Her back was against his chest and he couldnât have enough of it all. Never. Making Y/N feel good was enough to basically get him off.
He ran his finger down her soaked folds, curling slightly as he found her entrance. The girlâs hitch of breath and hips moving was exactly what wanted, letting his digit slowly sink inside of the tight hole. Slicking up his skin instantly, he felt the squeeze and the silky heat surrounding him and couldnât help but remember the beautiful feeling of that wrapped around his cock.
Her hand fisted the material of her dress, his now free hand coming up and collaring her throat. The heat of his palm and the size of his fingers wrapping around her neck made her moan, eyes rolling back in her head.
âOh⌠fuck.â Her squeak was soft as he began to move his finger in and out of her. Slow and steady, her breathing heavy as his hand just held her in place- not yet squeezing.
âI canât believe Iâve gotten this lucky. Never thought Iâd find such an eager slut who likes these types of things. But look at usâŚâ he cooed, slipping in another finger. The stretch had her knees wobbling, Harryâs hand around the throat tightening as reassurance. He had her. He always had her. âLetting all these people watch me finger your perfect pussy. And yâget so horny letting them see.â He crooned into her ear, hot words hitting her sensitive skin.
Y/N loved when Harry got like this. Her boyfriend was always confident and strong, but he was incredible soft most of the time. Getting him here was a whole new element to him. One that made her cum so hard she saw stars. Getting Harry to this dominant phase, one where he wasnât afraid to manhandle her or show her off was one she couldnât get enough of.
âMhm⌠I love it.â She croaked hips trying to meet his hand with each thrust of the fingers in. âLove when you get me off and make me clean up. And I love- I love when youâre mean and let everyone see nâthey canât even have a taste.â She gasped as his fingers curled just a bit inside of her, mouth going slack.
âYeah?â His fingers began to speed up, the heel of his palm rubbing up against her clit. âItâs getting you so wet. Youâve soaked my poor hand. Dirty cunt. Youâre dripping all over my skin and your thighs. Gonna have to clean my hand off when youâre done cumming. And sit around with those sticky thighs until I feel like fixing it. Thatâs what you get for being a dirty girl.â Truth he told, Harry got a massive ego boost from it. His cock was throbbing against her ass, the whole scenario causing his hormones to rage.
Y/N was on fire. He had been edging her with words half the night. Telling her how good he was going to fill her up, make her walk around with his cum dripping out of her poor cunt. How he was going to make her sore and achy but he knew she would ask for more anyways because sheâs filthy and needy. Whispered in the booth or getting drinks or not letting her touch while she watched her pretty little friend get fucked by her domâŚ. Harry holding Y/Nâs hands in his own and telling her she had that to look forward to.
He was a bit cruel with it but she wouldnât have it any other way.
âI can feel it⌠shit, youâre so close, my good little cunt.â He purred, fingers pressing perfectly into her neck and making her eyes roll back yet again. The pressure in her stomach was building, and Y/N knew exactly what was about to happen. Harryâs fingers moved hard and fast, the sloppy sound of them fucking into her sopping wet hole spurring him on.
âGonna make a mess⌠make a nice little puddle for people to see, arent ya, pet? Make all of them have to touch themselves too? Cant yâsee? Some people already are. Watching you get finger fucked right here with your dirty pussy on display.â He cooed, biting on her jaw as his words fanned over her skin. âAnd you just canât get enough of being a whore. Letting people get off to the sight of you being completely slutty in the middle of this dance floorâŚâ he crooned into her ear.
Y/N was whining, breathing fast even with the restricted airway. Knowing Harry was doing this for everyone to see, for them to be jealous of and touch to the sight of her? It did so many things. Harry was the only one allowed to touch her, but she was pleasuring so many people while he gave her everting she wanted. It sent her spiraling. Her cunt was pulsing around his fingers, the white hot heat washing over her as she felt the pressure in her stomach build and build. Until she couldnât take it anymore- letting go all over his hand.
He could feel it coming, whispering encouragement as he felt her body tense up, then releasing. Gushing over his hand, the hot liquid of her cum spraying over the manâs wrist, her thighs, and the floor. Trembling, he had to hold her up as he worked her through it.
âThaâs my fucking girl. Squirting all over the place⌠jusâ like my pretty slut should. Good fucking girl.â His praises were rolling over her as her hips twitched, oversensitive from his fingers working her into that magical fucking orgasm- god.
She loved Harry. So much.
âToo muchâŚâ she whispered breathily, head leaning back on him with her eyes still closed as her thighs felt incredibly weak. Harry had a way of doing that to her. His fingers slowly pulled out of her cunt, raising to her mouth and pressing his fingers up to her lips.
âClean up your mess, pretty girl.â He coaxed, hand moving from her throat to wrap back around her waist. âAll of it. Fingers, palm, wrist.â His instructions were eagerly followed, though a bit slow- her hot tongue lathing between his fingers and licking up every drop of her own taste she could until there was nothing left. Even finished, she was drunk on orgasm and sucking two fingers into her mouth for comfort.
âThatâs my baby. So proud of you. Did so fuckinâ well for me. Made me so happy.â He kissed her cheek, still sticky from sweat. âGonna give you a break, âKay? Get you some water. Made a mess of my shoes⌠but Iâll let it go this time, yeah? Next time youâll be on the floor licking it up with this pretty tongue. But for nowâŚâ he hugged her to him, smiling as she held his wrist to her mouth to keep the fingers in there.
âLetâs give you a break before I bend yâover one of the tables and give everyone the real show.â
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