One Direction Romantic & Dirty Imagines

Harry Styles: Dirty Imagine for Allygal97

"Are you ready babe?" Harry called to me from down stairs. "Yeah, just a sec!" I replied making my way down at a killer speed for a girl in five inch heels. 

“Wow,” Harry breathed out as I came into his line of vision.

“You look . . . wow” He spoke shaking his head. I didn’t really know I looked that good but hey I’m not gonna turn down a compliment. I was wearing a form fitting deep red dress, black pumps, and I had my hair up in a high pony tail. I had on silver dangle earrings but decided on no necklace.

“Let’s go!” I exclaimed grabbing Harry’s arm and running out of the door towards the car as fast as a girl in heels could. “Babe, I’ve gotta lock the door.” Harry spoke before locking it and then making his way to the Range Rover I was standing by.

The ride there was fairly quiet, but the second we pulled up in front of the club the bass from the music inside was leaking its way into the car making vibrations travel up my spine.

“C’mon Babe.” Harry called as he opened the car door for me. One of the big pluses to Harry being internationally famous is that we don’t have to stand in line to get into clubs.

Guys were whistling and cat-calling at me as we walked past the large crowd of people who were trying to get in. Really?

“Hey, I’m gonna run to the loo really quick but I’ll be back in a jiffy love!” He spoke loudly to me over the music and running off towards the bathroom.

Did he just say jiffy? Who the he-

“Hello sexy, we’re about to have a downing contest, wanna join?” Some random guy asked me. He was actually really cute. Not that he’s got shit on Harry though. “Sure!” I cheered following him through the crowd.

“Ok, so basically all you have to do is down as many shots as you can; with your eyes closed,” My eyes closed? Oh what the hell, I’m gonna kill these shots.

I nodded at him and looked at the six shots lined up in front of me. I looked to my right to see my opponent. Some tramp with way to much make up that looked like it was melting from the heat.

“Ready, set, GO!” He yelled slamming his fist down. I shut my eyes and grabbed the first shot chugging it in less than two seconds. Then I did the next one, and the next one and the next one, and the next. I knew I was on my last shot now and there was no way in hell I was gonna lose.

I chucked my head back and poured the last one down my throat and swallowed it. “WOOO! My girl won!” Some guy yelled patting me on the back. His girl? Ummm, that was certainly not Harry.

Before I even knew what was going on, I felt myself being lifted up in the air and twirled around. Not by Harry, but by the same guy. The dude kept me up in the and was saying something to me but I could hardly pay attention as I spotted Harry walking towards where I was.

My heart stopped as he made eye contact with me. First he squinted his eyes as if he was unsure if it was me or not. Then he shook his head as if to erase the image. Then his eyes darkened, like they usually do when he’s horny. But I was positive that that was not the reason in this case.

Harry marched over to where we were and snatched me away from the guy and set me on the ground. I felt dizzy and I could tell that the alcohol was about to take full effect.

“Whoa man chill ou-” the guy started but got cut off by Harry’s ice cold glare. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Harry growled at him clenching his fists. The guy’s playful smirk disappeared and was replaced by a frown.

“I think I’m Ryan Tristlan” he replied back just a mean as Harry.
Harry didn’t even say anything back. He just right hooked ‘Ryan’ directly in the mouth. “Yeah, now maybe all you will do is think about how you should learn to shut the fuck up.” Harry replied grabbing my hand.

“Bye Ryan!” I slurred out, waving to him as he sat on the ground clutching his jaw, a dazed look painted across his pretty little face that would surely have a bruise in the next couple of hours.

“Get. In. The. Car.” Harry spoke in a harsh tone. Damn, I know he’s mad and it's kinda hot but who the hell does he think he’s talking to. “Check yourself before you wreck yourself” I challenged crossing my arms over my chest testing him.

“I’ll be wrecking you tonight. Just a warning, don’t make tonight any worse than it has to be.” And with that I sat down in the car.

The ride back home was completely silent. Except for my constant huffing and puffing. Harry looked more aggravated every time I so much as breathed too loud.

As soon as we pulled up in front the house Harry speed walked inside and didn’t even bother shutting the door. I sighed before getting out and walking into the house. I locked the door and sat down on the couch.

After about ten minutes of sitting I started getting bored and turned on the T.V. I couldn’t find the remote so had to get up and turn it on myself.

Another fifteen minutes went by and I was seriously getting annoyed. Why would I sit here and wait? Because every time Harry gets like this, the best thing to is just sit and wait for what’s coming to ya’. Unless he forgets.

The T.V turned off suddenly and I would’ve been freaked out if I hadn’t seen Harry drop the remote, standing behind me in the now black screen.

“Clothes off now.” He snapped sharply. He was holding something behind his back and I was certainly curious to know what the hell this boy had planned.

I guess he could tell I was wondering because, “Don’t worry about what I have, bend over the arm of the couch real nice for me.” he spoke in his normal slow voice. Any trace of sexual desire or commandingness gone. Except I could see on his face the things his voice may have lacked, were there.

Then I saw the glint of something reflect off the little bit light coming from the lamp. I heard something clink and a cool metal clasp around my wrists; handcuffs.

“Now, you don’t come until I say, and you won’t moan unless give you permission, do you understand?” He asked me, now stripped down to nothing but those tight Calvin Klein boxers that left nothing to the imagination.

I nodded my head, preparing myself for what was to come. He stood behind me and his big hands caressed my ass, squeezing and pinching it occasionally. I bit my lip to hold back my moans because fuck everything about him just screamed ‘Sex’. 

He pulled down his boxers and lined himself up. He gripped my hips before slamming into me and pulling me back onto him. It took everything in me not scream. He forcefully drove himself into me, ramming in harder and harder than each thrust before that.

I was letting out little whimpers that thank god Harry didn’t hear. He yanked me by my hair and tilted my head back, pressing my back firmly against his chest. Through it all, he was still thrusting into me.

“You like it when I fuck you like this? When I have no mercy for your pretty little body?” He questioned speaking into my neck, he was breathing sharply through his nose. His breath blowing across my already heated skin.

I tried to nod my head but everything was bliss and I couldn’t even make my eyes open. “Do you?!” He asked through gritted teeth, trailing one of his hands from between my breast down my stomach until he reached my clit and began messaging it in harsh circles.

“Yes, yes Harry! Oh fuck yes!” I screamed as I felt my high approaching. He bent me back over couch. “Harry! I’m gonna come!” I moaned out. “Not until I say!” He yelled and continued pounding into me.

I concentrated every fiber of my being on not coming but damn its hard not to with a sex god hammering you and moaning your name.

“Now baby!” He yelled and came inside of me and I came with him collapsing onto the couch, not able to feel my legs, “You are mine” Harry whispered as he carried me to bed.