One Direction Dirty Imagines

Harry Styles Rough Smut Imagine

I unlocked the door and stepped inside the warm, comforting house after a long day at work. It had begun raining as I was driving home, so I was soaking wet. I close the door and lock it behind me, dropping my bag. I shrug off my coat and hang it in the closet. I take off my shoes and put them in the closet as well.

I run a hand through my wet hair and go into the kitchen, where I am met with the love of my life of two years.

"You’re home," he says, hugging me from behind.

"Harry," I say, turning around and hugging him.

"I waited for you to come home. I was lonely," he says, placing kisses on my neck. "I needed you," he growls in my ear.

"Well, I’m home now," I say, moaning quietly.

He presses his lips against mine. I love this feeling. No one can ruin this. No one can bother us. He swipes his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I open my mouth slightly as his tongue explores it.

He barely pulls away when he says “Jump,”

I jump as he wraps his arms around my thighs, carrying us to our room. We continue our hot make out session on the way as he pushes the room door closed with his foot. He pushes me up against the wood and grabs my bum, making me want him even more. I craved him.

He pulls away and goes for my shirt. “I don’t think we need this,” he says, removing my white blouse. His hands attack my clothed breasts as he licks a long stripe along my jawline, pressing his hips into mine. I moan as he continues to grind into me.

He carefully removes my black pencil skirt as I remove his white t-shirt from his torso. He drops me to my feet and he unbuckles his belt. He drops his pants, kicking them off to the side. He helps me unclasp my bra as he attacks them with his mouth, licking and sucking my left breast. He kneads my right as a moan releases my mouth.

I run my fingers through his chestnut curls, moaning his name. He always knows how to make me feel good.

He pulls away from my chest and removes my knickers. I pull down his boxers, and he picks me up again , taking me to the bed. He carefully lays me down and goes down to where I need him most. He licks a long stripe from my opening to my clit, making me shiver. He darts his tongue inside of me, rubbing my clit in the process.

"Oh," I cry out. He removes his mouth and replaces it with his fingers, easily sliding two in. He sucks on my clit, making me on the verge of climaxing for the first time tonight. He pounds his fingers, his cold rings hitting my skin in the process. He hits my G-spot every time. He curls his fingers, sending me over the edge.

"H-Harry I-" I cry, releasing onto Harry’s fingers. He pulls them out, putting them to my mouth for me to taste. I take his fingers in and suck my juices off.

He picks me up by my thighs again, pushing me against the wall. He aligns himself at my entrance. “Ready?” His raspy voice asks me. I give him a nod of approval as he slams into me.

"H-Harry!" I cry out. His thrusts are rough, hard, and deep. He hits my spot every time he thrusts. Tears dwell up in my eyes, my core hurting from this new action. His lips find my neck, kissing and sucking the hot skin. I rest my legs on top of his arms. His thrusts get harder and rougher. Usually, his thrusts are slow and deep. But now, they’re rough.

He quickly pulls out and turns me around, thrusting into me from behind. He pushes me onto the bed and continues thrusting into me from behind. He lifts one leg, allowing him more entrance. This new position makes me cry out in pain and pleasure. I close my eyes, feeling my climax approaching.

"Ride me, baby," he growls in my ear. He pulls out and flips us over so that I am on top of him. I slowly sink down onto his length as a moan escapes my mouth. I hear Harry grunt, him usually not speaking when we make love. I ride him slow, taking him deep within me. His hips buck up to meet mine, continuing the painful rough thrusts from earlier.

"H-Harry, I-I-" I cry, a tear falling from my cheek. He makes one final thrust before releasing into me. Our juices mix as I lay on top of him, breathless. My breathing becomes uneven as I try to recover from the pain. He rolls over and pulls out. One final tear escapes my eyes.

"I hurt you," he says, fear in his voice. I look into his eyes, which are filled with fear and sorrow. "I-I’m fine. I promise." I say, giving him a reassuring smile. He kisses my lips one last time before pulling me to him to cuddle for the night.