Harry Styles imagines + preferences

club [concept]

she sees him in the club. shirt half buttoned.
his nipples and tattoos peak through the shirt. he swiftly runs his fingers through his curls and exhales. fuck he's so hot. she thinks to herself.

he makes his way over. it's small talk, but both are clearly fuckin' horny. so they scurry to the women's toilets.

'fuck.. i can't..' he grunts as he shakes his head. 'i don't have any condoms on me'.

'doesn't matter..' you quickly reply. 'i'm on the pills'.

he snatches the strap of her silk dress, revealing her see through bra.

'fuck' his eyes fall to her tit and he immediately squeezes it with his calloused fingers.

he pulls his slacks and briefs down along with her panties and tauntingly whispers 'gonna have the best ride of your life'.

and he was right, holding onto her neck tightly as he fucked her from behind. sometimes he would sputter out dirty words to spur her on. her soft moans and whimpers only fuel to his thrusts and he slaps into her harder.

when she orgasms, cum leaking down his balls and her thighs, he ruts his cock all the way to her tummy and spurts his hot cum there, tightening his grip on her throat until he's emptied his spent.

'fuck.. good girl' he stutters as he slips out and presses a firm smack to her ass cheek.

he pulls up his briefs and slacks and then quickly pulls her panties back up. she has no time to pull up her strap back over her shoulder when he grabs her by the hand and drags her out of the club.

'you're coming home with me tonight' he growls in her ear, squeezing her butt and hauling a taxi.

when he unlocks the door to his house, he lifts her up around his waist, sloppily kissing as he takes her to his bedroom. this time he rips her clothes apart, gives her no time to prepare when he grips her throat and thrusts into her without warning.

'been wanting to fuck you all night' he admits. 'have a little taste of your delicious pussy'.

she mewls at his confession, stuttering out 'been wanting you to fuck me all night too' in short breaths.

he fucks into her harder, mind going crazy at her own confession. he flicks his eyes from her throat to where their hips meet.

'gonna come' she stutters.

'come for me, baby' he coos. 'wanna feel your cum all over my cock'.

that has her mind spiralling and releasing all of her cum and also milking him dry as he fills her with his cum. he doesn't slow down though. in fact he holds her up against the floor to ceiling window, with her hands pressed over her head, his breath fanning over her neck as she takes in each assault. her breasts bounce against his chest and her cunt feels so good and wet.

'gonna make you come for the last time' he states. 'can you do that for me, baby'.

'ye— yes' she stutters.

he lets go of her hands and tightens his fingers around her throat again.

'gonna make you scream for the last time' he coos tauntingly. 'gonna make you weak to the knees, baby. make you keep begging for more'.

'i'm so close' she stutters.

when he releases for the final time, he buries his face into the crevice of her neck. cock stilled inside of her as they regain their breaths.

'did so good for me' he coos.