Harry Styles Imagines

It Isn't Real (Smut)

"Helloo love (: I was wondering if you can maybe write me a Harry imagine about Y/n cheating on her bf because of Harry (can they both be famous singers)"
Smut Warning!

"I'm just going to meet friends at Blu. I'll be home around midnight," you said to your boyfriend, Jake as you fixed your trench coat. He was never really interested, so he continued tapping away on his phone, only giving a nod as a sign that he had heard you. The relationship wasn't ideal. You both weren't really interested in each other, but it was good for your careers, and as much as you wanted to leave him, your agent, publicist and friends, advised you against it. Jake was powerful, so powerful that he could wreck your career and you didn't want that, so you took everyone's advice.

You grabbed your purse and car keys before leaving your apartment, and making your way to the underground parking garage, and climbing into your beloved white Range Rover, the route to your destination already mapped out in your head.

The radio played quietly in the background during the drive and you hummed along quietly as a Rita Ora song came on. When you pulled up to the familiar driveway, the excitement fizzled in your belly. You sighed as you noticed all of the paparazzi and were suddenly glad you had a remote for the gates in your car and didn't need to put your window down to enter the code. You zoomed through the gate and smiled as you watched them shut behind you, and you parked your car beside his black Range Rover before climbing out and walking to the door, knocking.

Once he finally opened the door, your smile widened. After him being on a North American tour for 4 months you hadn't seen him, and it had been a hard 4 months. "Harry," you whispered out, not believing he was actually in front of you.

"God, Y/N. I missed you," he said and you nodded before throwing your arms around his neck. You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away and undoing the belt of your coat, revealing the lingerie you had bought a few weeks back and hidden it at the back of your drawer. "Fucking hell, baby," he groaned and you noticed him move as if to adjust himself in his pants. You smirked before pushing him into the house and closing the door behind you, locking it, and then allowing your coat to drop to the floor, leaving you in stockings, a garter belt, and sexy lace matching underwear, along with your favourite black stilettos.

"How about you go up to your bedroom, and take everything off, except these," you whispered as you ran your fingertips over the band of his Calvin Klein's that were peaking out of his jeans and the white t-shirt that you were pulling up a little to reveal his snail trail. He nodded, gulping before making his way upstairs.

You made your way into the kitchen to the wine fridge and noticed that he had bought in your favourite wine, chocolate covered strawberries sitting on the counter along with your favourite cupcakes from your favourite bakery in Hampstead. You grabbed the wine and strawberries, and made your way upstairs to his bedroom. The first time this happened, you expected to feel guilt, but you never, and you never did the next time, or any of the times during the past 10 months. You loved Harry, and you didn't feel anything for Jake other than friendship. And you were sure he felt the same.

When you got up to his bedroom, he was sitting on the bed, his bulge extremely noticeable in only his boxers. You smiled, placing the wine on the bedside table with a glass you remembered to pick up along with the strawberries, and put your phone that you took out of your coat pocket into the docking station. "You've been extremely needy while on tour, Mister Styles. I think you deserve a treat now," you smirked before pressing play on your iPhone, and The Weeknd, Often started to play through the speakers.

I usually love sleeping all alone. This time around bring your friend with you.

You started to swing your hips gently to the beat of the song and you heard Harry groan. You closed your eyes and made sure to turn so he could get a view of every angle of your body that you wanted to love him with. You unclipped your stockings and rolled them down each leg, one by one. Once they were finally off, you took the garter belt off seductively before turning to see Harry, now rubbing his hand up and down his erect penis, watching you with his hooded gaze. You continued to strip slowly, and dance to the beat before climbing up the bed to reach him, and removing his hand, replacing it with your own.

You knew between the attention he was giving himself and the pumping of your hand, he wasn't going to last long. You leaned down to lick a strip up the underside of his erect penis, before taking it into your mouth, moaning as he pulled your hair slightly. You continued to bob your head up and down for a minute or so, before he let go, and came into your mouth. You swallowed and smirked up at him before crawling up his body, to pull him into a passionate kiss.

You straddled a leg over him and lined him up to your entrance. You sunk down, allowing him to fill you up and you moaned at the delicious stretch. Four months without this was way too long.

"You're so good, baby. I missed you. Fuck. I love you," he whispered and your eyes widened, you continued to move up and down, but his eyes widened as soon as he realized what he said. He went to open his mouth, no doubt to tell you that he didn't mean for it to slip out, but you cut him off.

"I love you too," you whispered back and placed each of your hands onto his sparrow tattoos to steady yourself. You rolled your hips and moaned as he hit your g-spot. "Harry, I'm going to come soon," you moaned and he nodded, his face contorted into one of determination to bring you to your climax.

He started to thrust to meet your hips, and with a couple of more thrusts, you let go, tightening around him, bringing him to his own climax, spilling himself inside of you.

***

"Are you going home to Jake?" Harry asked you as you both lay in bed naked, cuddled up drinking wine from the same glass and eating strawberries.

"No. It isn't real between Jake and I, this is real. I need to finish it with Jake, I don't even feel guilty, it just feels right," Harry smiled before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Whatever feels right. I'll always be here for you, no matter what. Take as long as you need," he whispered. He placed the wine glass onto the bedside table and the strawberries followed it as he pulled the covered off of your body and started to kiss, down your breasts, taking time to appreciate each one, finally reaching your slit, and running his tongue up it, before smirking up at you. "Round 2?"

"Round 2, Mister. I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N."