One Direction Imagines

Harry- A Night with Harry (sexual)

Yeah, you were definitely making out with the Harry Styles in your bedroom. You didn’t expect to meet him at the club tonight, let alone be so forward as to ask to come back to your place, but why would you have. You snake your hand up to his messy hair, allowing yourself to get a better taste of him. The coldness in your room was fading away as Harry’s body pressed onto you more. He runs his hand up your thigh and under your shirt, stopping at your breast to gently squeeze it. You pull back from him and ask “do you have a condom?” He gives a little smirk before saying yes. He sits up to unbutton his shirt and you undress as well. “Leave the panties on.” He says working on his belt. You give him a questioning look, but do as he says. Once he’s completely undressed, he rushes to your lips, kissing you back down to the bed.

            “I have a bit of a request.” He states, moving his lips down your body. “When you get close, pull.” “What?” you ask, but instead of answering he takes your hand and places it on his hair. “Pull” his voice sounding huskier than before. You nod your head as he takes your thong between his teeth and pulls it down. You feel his breathing down the length of your leg, making your center wet. He moves back up after tossing the fabric somewhere and traces your folds with his tongue. A moan escapes your mouth and he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside of you. His hands grip your thighs tightly as he shoves his face more into your heat. “Oh Harry!” you groan when he begins to suck on your clit. His lips are soft but harsh against your nerves and you find yourself bucking hard against him. He sucks harder and you feel your breathing getting more difficult, white spots blurring your vision. You tighten your hands and realize they’re in Harry’s hair.

            You tug on his hair lightly, remembering his simple request, and a slight moan comes from him, the vibration making you feel even more pleasure. You tug harder and a louder moan comes out against you. Catching onto the chain reaction occurring, you repeatedly pull on his locks, his head fighting against you, not wanting too separate from you. You give a great tug, holding it for a longer time and, along with a moan, Harry enters two fingers inside of you. Now you were really sent over the edge. The knot you had been feeling built up had suddenly been let go as your body let go, Harry’s tongue lapping up your release. Harry bends over the side of the bed to retrieve the condom from his trousers. By the time you catch your breath, he is positioning himself between your legs.

            “Ready?” he asks. “Yeaahhh” you start to reply, but it ends with a moan as he enters without actually listening to you. “Oh god!” you yell out as he thrusts into you. Your mind was having a hard time focusing on anything else but the pleasure he was giving you. You bring your knees closer to you, allowing him to go deeper and you once again feel the knot forming inside of you. Your eyes are shut tight, but the white spots still appear. “Harry!” you yell out as you release. He continues thrusting hard and fast until he follows. When he pulls out, he lies beside you, panting. You two fall asleep after cuddling close together for warmth. You were too tired to be embarrassed about not having a working heater in your flat. When you wake up in the morning Harry starts to dress and you exchange numbers before he leaves out. It wasn’t until later in the day when you were watching the entertainment news that you saw he had been spotted leaving your place. A smile creeps across your face as you see paparazzi pictures of Harry in his black coat leaving your place with a cheeky smirk on his face.