You tease him in public and he wants you so you give in

Harry: Touch. Harry clears his throat as your hand crawls up the inside of his thigh again, stroking his already hard member through his jeans. He tries to continue his conversation, becoming withdrawn at your fingers tracing the skin of his waist all the way down to the tip of him, ready for you. "Don't tease me right now. I want you so bad right now." He groans into your ear. You only smirk at him, continuing your game into he's reaching for the button of his jeans, needing some kind of relief from the confines of his pants. He's out and available to your, your hand stroking him just as he likes as he tries to continue his business meeting, your hand on his cock, pleasing him in the way you've come to know so well. He swells as he gets closer, your hand releasing him until moments later where you lock him inside a bathroom stall, your mouth finishing the work for you.

Louis: You and Louis have been sneaking around all day. He's tried at having you in the back of his taxi, in the bathroom at the restaurant you had lunch at, and now that you're in the studio alone with him he's trying again. "You've been teasing me all day. Can I have you?" He begs, pushing you against the wall in an empty room. He locks the door, pleading with you to give him what he craves. You're right there together, unable to hold back as you give in to him, making much more than music.

Niall: It's his first time meeting your family, a dinner and gathering back in your shared apartment. He wants to make a good impression but you have another idea in mind. The words you whisper in his ear as he tries to pay attention to the conversation your mother and father have become lost in with him, discussing his career, have him growing in his pants, his lip trapped between his teeth as he tries to keep his arousal to himself. You know it's there though when he stands to leave, his hands trying to cover himself until you get home. "Niall, can I talk to you alone for a minute." You both excuse yourself from the social that's being carried out in your living room, walking him to the bedroom for a quick but completely wonderful session where he has you bent over for him, punishing you for your relentless teasing.

Liam: You've been testing his resistance all night, your body against his, moving to the rhythm of music, grinding on him so that he can only imagine what it'll feel like to finally have you later. Later can't wait as the lights go down, everyone in the room distracted from the other guests at this house party, the room only lit by a single lamp in the corner of the room, leaving everyone else blind to what's taking place even as they're on the dance floor. It looks nothing like what's really happening, Liam standing against the wall while you dance with him. In reality there's so much more that the blind eye cannot see, your skirt hiked and his pants undone so you can give him what he needs right there, right now.

Zayn: It's all about what you wear. Zayn loves your clothes all year around but Fall is when he's unable to resist you, a light breeze blowing your skirt up just to reveal the top of your thigh high stockings. You know what he likes so you wear it whenever you'll be seeing him, trench coats with nothing underneath and your hair pulled back so he can see your completely clean next, not yet marked by his lips and teeth. You know exactly what you're doing even as you have a simple lunch with him, the small restaurant you're in filled with admiring fans. As you cross your legs the small amount of lace on your stockings is reveal and he groans quietly, leaning over the table. "I want to pick you up and take you right here on this table." He restrains himself, the laugh and wink you give him only turning him on more until you've left, giving him exactly what he wants in the confines of your apartment where he can have you on any surface he pleases.

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