One Direction Dirty Imagines

I've Always Loved You- HARRY STYLES

I’m so tired of the silence Harry’s been giving me since he came back from tour. He hasn’t said a single word to me for the past three months and it’s really getting on my nerves. Before he left for the tour, he loved me to pieces. He would practically praise the floor I walked on. But now, it’s different. I don’t know what crawled up his arse, but every time we’re together there’s always an awkward tension. The only time he actually opens up to me is when we have sex, which we’ve had a lot lately.

But no, not today. It won’t happen until I figure out why all of a sudden I’m nobody to him.

The sound of the door unlocking fills up the quiet house as I turn around and face the door.

“Harry?” I question, locking eyes with him as he shuts the door.

“What?” His tone is grumpy and slightly slurred, signifying that he’s been drinking.

“Come here,” I pat the seat next to me, “I want to ask you something.”

Scratching his greasy mop of curls, he slowly walks over to the couch, sitting down on it.

“Why have you been ignoring me for the past three months, Harry? You don’t have to record any songs until next month and you have tons of spare time for me, yet you still decide to ignore me. We can’t even have a proper conversation without us yelling at each other. Harry, what happened to us?” I would usually call him pet names – such as ‘babe’ and ‘baby – but not days like these when we’re not exactly on speaking terms.

“Harry?” I question after a moment of silence.

“Fuck, fine. You want to know why I’ve been ignoring you for the past three months, Y/N? Do you really want to?” He finally speaks up as I mentally smile for getting more than two words out of his mouth.

“Yeah, I think I do.”

“It’s because I realized on tour that my love for you has died. All the rumors about me cheating on you with other girls were true. They were all fucking true!” He yells, standing up.

Taking a deep breath and trying to hold all my tears in, I build up the courage to yell back at him. “Well, if you wanted to fucking cheat on me while on tour then why didn’t break up with me? Huh? I would very much prefer that over going through all this damn stress, thinking that you would find someone better than me! For the past year and a half of our relationship, we’ve always talked everything out! But what happened to that now?” I finally broke, the tears spilling out of my eyes.

For a moment, another emotion flashes through his eyes but he quickly covers it up with the same, intense glare he had on me just ten minutes ago.

Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears away with the palm of my hands, I speak again. “If you don’t want me anymore, then it’s over.” I whisper quietly, my insides gradually tearing apart. Pushing past him, I quickly run up the stairs, but soon to be stopped by Harry himself.

“What do you want, Harry? You wanted this! You didn’t even want me in the first place! So why are you trying to stop me?” I yell, attempting to hit his chest. “Let go of me.” His grip loosens on my wrists, and soon enough my hands are falling freely by my sides.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N. I still love you, please don’t leave me.” I look up at his bloodshot eyes, thinking that they were from the drinking he did previously. But, I’m wrong. I soon notice his tear-stained cheeks and snot covered nose.

“But how could you love me if you clearly stated that you were falling out of love with me?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking, Y/N. I don’t know.”

“You’re lying,” I mumble. “We’ve been dating long enough for me to read you easier than I can read a novel. I’ve seen that look in your eyes plenty of times before. You’re lying. You don’t love me; not anymore, at least.

Shaking my head, I quickly run back upstairs into ou – his – room and grab all my belongings, stuffing it into a random suitcase I found lying on the closet floor.

Just as I’m about to put my last piece of clothing in, a hand pulls my back and pushes me up against a wall.

“H-Harry,” I whisper, my eyes widening, “what are you doing?”

“Shhh,” He mumbles, showering my face with kisses. “If you don’t believe that I’m in love with you, then I guess I’m going to have to show it to you.”

Oh, I know where this is going. I think to myself.

“Harry, you and I both know that you’re never gentle in bed. Even if you tried, you’d always end up fucking me senseless.”

“I’ll promise, Y/N, I’ll be gentle this time. I want – no, need – to show you that I love you,” He takes a moment and stops kissing me all over my neck and face to look directly in my eyes, “because I really do. It was the alcohol that was talking when I said I was falling out of love with you. Now please, just relax and enjoy this moment.” He slowly leans in and connects our lips together, as I surprisingly kiss him back.

This kiss wasn’t like our others for the past three months, it was just like before he went to tour. Slow, lovingly, and passionate; it wasn’t just full of pure lust.

His hands release my arms – which were pinned up above me – and he gently touches my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. I move my hands towards his curls and wrap them around my fingers, playing with them as we passionately lock lips.

We pull apart, resting our foreheads against each other.

“Jump.” Harry mumbles, his palms now resting below my bum. I oblige and jump up, wrapping my legs around Harry’s muscular torso. He pecks my lips once more before carrying me over to the bed. He slowly crawls on top of me, kissing me once again.

Soon enough, Harry was only suiting his boxers and I was only in my bra and panties. His hands move to my back, expertly unclasping my bra clasp then throwing it by the other pile of clothes. He moves down, his eyes meeting my breasts before kneading the left one and sucking, biting, and licking my nipple on the right one.

“Beautiful.” He mumbles.

“Harry.” I moan repeatedly as I grab onto his curls, tugging the harshly. He smirks and moves on to the opposite breast, doing the same treatment to it as he did to the right one. He finishes with a pop and moves down lower, leaving trails of sloppy kisses down my stomach.

“Wait,” I say, stopping him from gently kissing my stomach. “What about you?”

“Baby,” Harry chuckles, “this night is all for you. I’ve never gone your way in bed, and I just told you that I don’t love you anymore. This will be my way of saying sorry. Other than taking you out to dinner, of course.”

“Okay.” I breathe out, urging him to continue. He flashes his signature cheeky smile before continuing what he left off.

As he nears my crotch, his fingers fiddle with the hem of my panties before pulling them off. His head moves down, the curls resting by my inner thigh making me giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, pulling his head up to look at me.

“Your curls were tickling my thigh, that’s all,” He chuckles and purposely tickles my inner thigh with his curls. “H-Harry!” I laugh. “Stop!” He looks up again and smiles.

“Damn, baby, you’re so wet and all I did was tickle you with my hair.” He smirks, running his finger against my folds, making a quiet moan fall from my lips.

“Well first of all, your curls were tickling my inner thigh, which is near my crotch. Second of all, you did some foreplay on my breasts which made me extremely horny.” I pant.

He smirks then pushes his finger into my clit, curving it upwards so it’s touching my g-spot.

“Harry!” I scream, arching my back and gripping onto his curls.

His slowly thrusts his finger, curving it up every time. He adds another finger and goes faster. I feel the familiar pit in my stomach as I close my eyes.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” He urges. “Cum for me.”

I scream Harry’s name along with lines of profanities as I release, my grip on his hair becoming tighter as my toes curl and my back arches. Harry gets up and removes his boxers, walking over to the bedside drawer and grabbing a condom. He rips the condom open and slips it onto his groin, then crawling back on top of me.

“You ready?” He asks, aligning himself by my crotch.

“Yeah.” I pant. He slowly pushes himself into me, stopping once he’s all the way in to let me adjust to his size. Three months ago when we weren’t on speaking terms – just fucking terms – he would just thrust into me repeatedly, making me cry out on how rough he was going. But now, it’s different. I feel my walls contracting against him as he attaches his lips to my sweet spot.

Harry pulls back then thrusts up slowly again as he sucks on my neck, leaving a hickey. My name and strings of profanities fall from his plump lips as I scratch his back from the intense pleasure. He goes in deeper every time, making sure to find my g-spot.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream once he found that certain spot.

“Found it.” I hear him mumble as he repeatedly hits that spot.

“Harry, I-I’m so close.” I pant.

“Me too, baby, me too. Just hold it,” He replies, his thrusts getting faster by the second. “C’mon, baby, you can cum for me now.”

I orgasm for the second time today, my walls clenching around his penis. I feel him twitch inside me before spilling out in the condom then pulling out. He takes the condom from his penis and ties it, throwing it to the trash bin across from us before laying down next to me, cradling me in his arms.

“I love you so fucking much, Y/N. Don’t you ever forget that.”

-Anonymous.