Harry Styles Dirty Imagines (Book 3)

Lover's & Friends

"Harry," you pant into the phone knowing that if you say his name just right he'll be more willing to come over. "Harry, I need you."

"What?" he mumbled sleepily over the phone. "When?"

"Now, baby," you make an extra show of moaning into the receiver. "I need you so bad."

"I'll be there."

Smiling victoriously, you place your phone back onto your nightstand. The five minutes you had to wait for Harry, you were nervously pacing the room, but once the doorbell rang you took off sprinting towards the door.

You threw open the door immediately grabbing Harry by the collar and crashing his lips against yours. He lifted you up so that your legs are wrapped around before he kicked the door shut. As he carried you to the bedroom, he managed to remove your tank top.

"It's been so long," you moan as his hands gently massaged your breasts. "I've missed you."

"I know," he replies.

He slides his jacket off revealing his bare chest, and you run your hands over his smooth skin. His lips meet yours sending sparks throughout your body. As you try to bring yourself closer to him, he manages to slide your shorts off. His right hand firmly grasps your hip while his left hand dips inside your panties.

Panting loudly, you grind on his hand. His fingers slowly massage you sending waves of pleasure rushing up and down your skin. Your name escapes his lips sending you over the edge. Your nails tightly grip the bedspread as you hit your climax.

Not waiting for you to catch your breath, he slides himself into you. He gives you a short moment to adjust to his size before he begins to move. Your legs shake, and he holds them to keep them steady. As he changes up the pace, you arch your back up releasing a loud moan. He bends over so that his lips are hovering by your ear. You allow your eyes to flutter shut as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

"Oh shit!" you scream as you hit your climax.

Harry thrusts for a couple more times before he hit his as well. The two of you look into each other's eyes for a moment before Harry stood up. He began redressing, and you frowned.

"You aren't staying the night?" you ask. He always slept over after you guys had sex.

"No," he avoids your gaze as though he can sense your questioning face. "I can't do this."

"You can't do what?" You sit up quickly.

"This! I don't know what we are anymore, and it scares me, (Y/N). I thought it would be just sex, but now..." his words trail off.

"Harry - "

"No," he shakes his head. "I'm done, (Y/N). We can still be friends, but I can't ... I can't be your lover."