Harry Styles Dirty Imagine

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"Come on, Y/N, you can’t tell me you’re scared." Y/F/N taunted me, playfully shoving me toward Harry’s house.

Harry Styles was one of those guys you steered away from- regardless of any situation. Even the mailmen wouldn’t dare to drop off the mail, they left it at the post office.

His reputation was bad, he had a gun- which makes things even worse- and he was ruthless. I was deathly afraid of him, but I’m not going to admit that to Y/F/N.

"Fine, I’ll do it." I huffed, walking toward the window of his house quickly. I turned around to glance at her and she winked at me, signaling me to proceed.

I let out a deep sigh.

I am making the biggest mistake of my life.

I climbed up the pipe leading up to his window, and I slowly slid it open. When I finally got in, (flying through the window and hitting his bed face down) my heart rate increased tremendously and my breathing became erratic.

There were footsteps underneath my feet and my eyes widened in the dark.

Fuck, it’s Harry.

Being the coward that I am, I quickly leaped underneath the bed, trying desperately to muffle my breathing.

From the bottom, I could barely make out a stream of light shining in through the thin sheets and a silhouette of feet right by the damn bed.

I heard a ‘click’ which sounded a lot like a gun- and I gasped slightly, making Harry freeze in his tracks. I saw his shadow lean down and lift the bed sheet up, revealing my trembling figure.

Oh my goodness, this is not good.

"Well, what do we have here?" Harry whispered huskily, gently pulling me from underneath the darkness.

The light hit my eyes and instantly blinded me.

"Oh my god, I’m so sorry, please don’t hurt me." I whimpered, glancing at the gun he was holding in his hand.

"Shh, baby, it’s alright." he replied, his voice rough.

I was oddly getting turned on by this.

"I’m sorry!" I squeaked when he pulled me up and wrapped his arms around my fragile frame.

I honestly thought he was going to choke me or kill me- something along those lines- but he did the complete opposite.

He pressed a kiss to my lips forcefully, taking me by surprise.

If I said I didn’t like it, I would be lying.

He attempted to pry my mouth open with his tongue, and I refused to grant him entrance. He let out a grunt of frustration and his hand slid from my back to my bum, squeezing lightly.

I knew what he was trying to do, so I kept my mouth shut.

"Come on baby, you know you want it." he mumbled against my lips, and those words went straight to my core.

I nodded shakily, granting entrance. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, exploring diligently.

My eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the sensation. Harry sneakily slipped his hand underneath my shirt, cupping my left breast and squeezing roughly.

I let out a moan and he did the same, sending vibrations throughout my body.

"Now, now," he murmured, his voice raspy and hoarse. "You’ve been a bad girl, sneaking into my house like that. Don’t you think you deserve a punishment?"

My eyes widened and he pulled away, smirking down at me. “W-What?”

"You heard me, Y/N." he said, stressing out my name.

"How do you know my name?" I asked defensively.

"I have my ways." he replied, his eyes staring into mine.

"I’m sorry, I really am." I gushed. "My friend dared me to."

"Hmm." he hummed, nodding in acknowledgment. "Tell your friend I said thank you very fucking much."