One Direction Imagines

Harry (Play It Rough) *Dirty*

Well, let's see-there's the submissive and the dominant. Top and bottom. Guy and girl. But, let's just say I hadn't held it that way for the past like... month. He was the one whose wrists were cut and bruised by ropes and handcuffs. He was the one who wasn't allowed to touch. And I liked it that way, whether he did or not... "I hope you realize that I will get you back," his low, raspy accent whispered in my ear as he pressed his lips to my neck. "Well, you think you'll get me back," I guffawed while blowing gently on my wet nails, "but that, babe, is where you're very, very wrong." "We'll see. I'm leaving-" "You're still recording?" "Yeah... but, mark my words, YN, when I get home tonight, be ready for what's coming to you. And the good kind of coming." My heart pumped an extra beat at his words as he left the bathroom. "I saw that," he snickered, denoting my surprised expression. "Bye, darling." And with that, he was gone... It was almost 10:00 when I heard the front door open from the kitchen, where I was sitting-very bored-on the counter. "I see someone's eager," he rasped, seeing my sweatpants sprawled over the kitchen table, not on me. Of course the real reason for that was that I was just gotten hot, and I didn't bother to take them upstairs... but I would let him believe what he saw. "Perhaps," I drew out, "you're hoping too much." "Perhaps," he repeated, "you need to be taught a lesson, and I'm prepared teach it to you." His hands pulled my hips into his as his mouth hovered next to my ear. His lips gently made their way to mine, clinging to my lower one. "Lesson starts when I get upstairs. I want you stripped to nothing and on that bed when I come up or you'll be punished," he whispered, pushing me back from him. I stood and stared at him for a little bit. His back was turned but when he saw that I was still there, he gave one of those do-you-want-me-to-hurt-you looks and said, "Why are you still here? Upstairs!" And I did, of course-he was starting to scare me at that point. I grabbed my sweats off the table and darted to and up the steps, tossing them onto the sheets while entering the bedroom. Thoughts and feelings flooded my mind, distracting me from my only assignment-not smart. I stood still for about a minute when I felt the cold metal under my shirt. "I forgot about you..." I murmured to myself, implying the piercing I'd gotten a few weeks before; straight through the peak of one of my breasts. Footsteps began trotting up the stairs at the speed of light and I immediately snapped into reality-I wasn't stripped... not even close. I jerked my baseball-t of my head, hoping desperately that the stair case would get longer or something ridiculous. Normally, I might like getting punished by him, but at this point... not so much. "I saw that, too," he chuckled repeating the reference he'd made that morning. "Usually you're a very bright, clever girl. Now would have been the time to be that, Love. And you're too late." I let my hands drop to my side, as they were trying to unclip my bra. He pointed to the bed as he slowly removed the graphic-tee is had on. Stepping backwards till I hit the mattress, I crossed my arms over my chest, my heart throbbing and mind racing. I could feel the metal pressing against my bra, aching to be freed. I bit my lip as he slipped off his shoes and undid his belt. However, he didn't drop the belt. "Umm..." I whispered, my voice cracking. "I told you you'd be punished. Did you think I was joking?" I solemnly shook my head 'no' as he sat next to me on the bed. He commanded me to lay over his lap (using his eyes). Unwillingly, I did as told, already aware of the fact that not doing so would make the situation worse.

Chills raced through my spine as fingertips tapped on my back. My cheek pressed into the mattress as my right hand played with loose strands of the carpet. I said nothing, waiting for him to make a move. Fingers scurried over my backside and onto the back of my leg; I could feel his eyes studying my still-covered rear. "You're f*cking soaked, YN," he almost laughed, his hand pushing between my clamped legs. "Harry, stop, you little sh*t," I groaned. Before he replied, his smacked my a** with his hand. My nails dug into the carpet at the stinging pain as his hand repeated the gesture. "Holy f*ck, Harry!" I squealed, his belt slamming against me. My hand that was on the bed whipped back and gripped his unoccupied arm, only to have him rip away. "If you touch me I'll tie you up," he threatened, "Get up." I slid back so my knees rested on the floor and pushed myself up. My hand reached up to scratch the back of my head, but before I could even get it there, Harry shoved me onto the bed. Straddling my hips, he slipped his hands around my back and unhooked my bra, sliding it off my shoulders and down my arms, dropping it on the floor. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head, wrapping the belt around them and somehow stabling it with the headboard. His eyes traveled back down to my naked chest. "When did this show up?" he questioned, a wide smile appearing on his lips. I wasn't sure what he meant until I remember he hadn't seen the piercing. "When did you get this done?" His finger touched the cold metal, gently pushing it through until the balled end stopped it. "A couple weeks ago," I muttered, my eyes locked on his, which were locked on my breasts. "Does it hurt?" "It's... sensitive I guess." His fingers twisted the small bar as tenderly as possible, which still hurt a little. Pinching my nipples lightly, he twisted and turned, and He let go and thumbed over the small, erected nubs. A quiet moan escaped my lips at his the contact he was giving me and I could feel the wet spot on my panties growing-and quickly. His eyes met mine as he said, "I'm only going easy on this little thing," his finger turning the cold metal. "I like it," he continued before lowering his plump lips to it, his hand playing with my other breast. "Harry," I whimpered as his tongue swirled around my tender nipple, paying extra attention to the sensitive areas. "Harry..." Without even look at the other one, he stopped, and slipped off my underwear. Not a word was spoken as he pressed his thumb against my bundled nerves, making my back curve into the perfect arch. "You haven't let me touch you down here is far too long." His lips tightened into a satisfied smirk as my stomach clenched and my knuckles whitened. "Holy..." I murmured as his thumb pushed and circled against me, my muscles letting go and spilling out. "F*ck it, YN, that was fast." He pushed a single finger into me, making my lungs trap, still trying to catch up from my last orgasm. "Breathe, Love; I'm not gonna kill you." My lips parted slightly as his finger grazed my g-spot. His motions continued until his three fingers ripped me over the edge again. "Sh*t it's hard to just watch you without coming, you little slut." "Then why don't you let yourself? F*ck me like you think I deserve, Harry. You've been going awfully easy on me so far," I urged. "Even now you think you're in charge, don't you? Listen to me, when I'm done with you, you'll never take charge again; and I'm serious when I say that." He stood up and undid his jeans, letting them fall as he stepped out of them. My eyes closed as his boxers dropped to the ground and before I knew it he was hovering over me. Without a word he slammed himself into me, my legs flying into the air in an attempt to regain feeling. He pulled my legs over his shoulders as he pounded all sense of feeling out of my body. "HARRY F*CKING STYLES!" I screamed, practically begging for the stars I was beginning to see to disappear. My hair was drenched in sweat and clinging to my forehead, as was his. Everything was uncomfortable, but the pleasure of being thoroughly f*cked drowned it out. I had orgasmed twice before he rode out his, and he rolled over on his side, my legs still draped over his shoulders. His lips pecked my inner thigh before he removed my legs from him. "That was fun," he whispered, undoing the belt that held my struggling hands. "Lesson learned, baby?" "Mhm," I nodded. "That hurt too good." "Good." It was silent for about a minute until he spoke up again, his hand grazing from my stomach up to my boob. "I really do like this," he murmured, "actually I'm not done with it." He planted his lips on my nipple, again, and continued his little exploration. It's very safe to say neither of us slept well that night... like at all. *Cue the if-you-know-what-I-mean wink.