One Direction Dirty Imagines

The Unexpected - Harry Styles

The club was bouncing when I arrived. Sweaty, drunken bodies were everywhere, people grinding and drinking to their heart’s desire. I was wearing a skintight black dress with mile-high res heels, my hair perfectly curled. I was with my best friend, who were a similar outfit in white with blue heels. We each bought a drink-vodka with cranberry-and settled down at the bar.

"This place is kind of sketchy," My friend commented, and I could barely hear her over the music. I rolled my eyes at her just as a tall dark stranger appeared in front of me.

"Hey, Gorgeous," he said. “My name is Alec. Care to dance?" I smirked, pleased by this. It hadnt taken 5 seconds.

"I’m Mary, and I would love to." I left at the bar, and I tried not to feel bad about her hurt eyes. I HAD promised to stick by her tonight.. We got out to the floor and Alec’s hands found my hips as he stood behind me. I guided them to the music, well aware that I was grinding on a stranger. We did this for two songs before I was tipsy and his lips were on my neck.

"Whoa," I said, attempting to step away. His grip wouldn’t let me.

"Relax," he said, but a little too firmly. I was suddenly scared.

"Let go," I said coolly.

" I said, relax," he replied sharply, his eyes narrowing. My heart skipped a beat with terror.

"I said, let go," I said as firmly as I could. He only laughed and yanked me roughly against him. Those slimy lips found their way back to my neck, and he held me in a way that escaping was impossible. His hands roamed freely. Tears stung my eyes.

"I think the lady said let go," a British voice said. Alec and I both turned to face it, and I was stunned by the handsome man I saw. Speechless by those pretty green eyes and curly hair that framed his gorgeous face. I swallowed nervously.

"Harry, get the fuck out of here," Alec snapped. “I’m busy." He sank his teeth into the skin above my shoulder, clearly thinking i was turned on by it. Instead I shrieked as blood dotted my skin. “Oops," he laughed.

Suddenly he wasn’t on me anymore and he went flying. I realized that ‘Harry’ had thrown him off me. Alec lay on the ground, cowering as Harry’s foot sank into his stomach.

"Leave her the fuck alone, or I’ll do a hell of a lot more," he threatened, the intensity of his voice giving me goosebumps. Alec nodded silently.

Harry turned towards me, and grabbed my wrist. So gentle that I could pull away if I wanted. I let him drag me outside. We passed my friend, happily chatting with a cute blonde. I smiled slightly.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked me as soon as we were out in the cool air.

"I-I’m okay?" It sounded more like a question. His arms enveloped me, and I laid my head on his chest. He smells so good I can’t help it.

"I’m Mary," I say finally, pulling away. “Thank you for—"

But then he’s kissing me, so roughly that I stumble backwards against the wall of the club. Surprisingly, once I got over my initial shock, I kissed him back. I looped my arms around his neck, arching my back into him. When his hands roamed, cupping my butt roughly, I moaned.

"God you’re sexy," he groaned into my mouth. I felt like I was on fire by his touches. He pulled away abruptly, his eyes wide. “Oh my god, I shouldn’t have done that. I am so—"

I was kissing him this time. His hands found my butt again, squeezed it, and hoisted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, not caring that I was in a dress. We were moving suddenly, and I was now against a car. Harry pulled away, looking intently at me.

"Come to my place."

"Okay," I whispered.

And then we were driving, Harry’s right hand creeping up my thigh and his left on the wheel. He slipped his fingers under my dress. When they found my heated center I visibly flinched. He flicked the area, causing my eyes to fall shut as a burst of pleasure radiated through my body. I wasn’t used to this. I wasn’t the type of girl to get into cars with strange men. Sure, Harry was by far the sexiest man I’d ever seen but STILL! This wasn’t me!

"Tell me what you want," Harry’s voice was raspy in a way that only seemed to turn reason away. I was completely turned on by it. “Tell me." I swallowed away my nerves.

"I want you to touch me." We swerved into a parking spot in front of an apartment so fast that my seatbelt had to lock in order to save me from whiplash. Harry was at my side in an instant, unbuckling me and yanking me out of my seat before I could blink.
He towed me up the steps in the building until we got to the third floor. There, he slammed me against what I hoped was his door. His lips found mine in a kiss filled with passion.

"The keys are in my front left pocket," he numbered into my mouth. “Unless you want everyone here to hear and watch you orgasm over my fingers." My hand was grabbing the keys before he could finish the sentence.

We eventually made our way to the bedroom, where Harry shoved me onto the bed. His hands went under my dress, yanking my panties off. My dress was seconds behind, and then my bra. I was completely naked, and for once in my life I didn’t feel self conscious. You don’t make the face Harry was making if you didn’t like what you saw, right? Right. Under his hungry gaze I felt…well, I felt beautiful.

Harry’s fingers were suddenly plunging into me, lighting a fire like I’d never felt before. I moaned loudly, arching so that he could have better access. Just when I thought I was reaching my edge, Harry pulled away.

"What are you doing!?" I demanded, annoyed. I watched him strip-holy mother of sexy body and tattoos-and he was back in an instant, sliding up my body as slamming his lips against mine. He rolled us so that I was on top, and his eyes searched mine.

"Are you ready?" He asked, a sudden gentility in his voice that I wasn’t expecting.

As a response, I lowered myself onto him. We both hissed at the feeling. It took a second to adjust to his size, but then my hips were rocking.

I set the pace, fast and steady, sending pleasure through my entire body. After several minutes of our loud moans filling the area, Harry flipped us.

I was already breathless, and I tried to prepare myself for the absolutely pounding I was sure to feel. He didn’t seem to be the kind of guy to take it slow.

But he did.

His hips moved at a delicate rhythm, and those gorgeous eyes locked on mine. Neither of us looked away. I reached up to cup his face in one hand and pulled him down to press a kiss against his lips. Finally we came, and we did at the exact same time. It was the best sex, the best man, and the best orgasm I had ever had.

Even after what just happened between us I felt ashamed. I didn’t even know his last name, and we’d just have sex. Did that make me a slut, or was I just caught up in my emotions? I couldn’t tell. I was expecting Harry to kick me out, to make sure I didn’t stay any longer than absolutely necessary. I was just a one night stand, right?

To avoid thy embarrassment I moved to leave without him asking. He surprised me yet again by grabbing my arm, and pulling me back into the bed. I fell back against his chest, which was a little sticky with his sweat. Harry spooned me against him, wrapping both arms tightly around me, locking me into place.

Now that I knew he didn’t want me to leave, I wasn’t going anywhere.
Maybe I wasn’t a one night stand. Maybe he felt that same connection I was feeling right now. And maybe he was noticing how we fit exactly together, like the final two pieces of a puzzle.

"My last name is Styles," Harry said, just before I fell asleep. And so I turned my head and kissed him hard.

Much later, after rounds two and three, which happened to be rough and thrilling, I was falling asleep in his arms. He murmured something in his sleep, something that had ME fall asleep with a smile on my face, and butterflies in my tummy. He had said my name, but with a twist. I wasn’t just a one night stand after all.

"Mary Styles…