One Direction Imagines

Harry- Football Rage (sexual)

Harry was playing a game of football with his mates and you were somewhat enjoying yourself. You sat on the sidelines watching your friend with wanting eyes. You had developed feelings for the curly haired, green eyed stud. How could you not? He ran back and forth on the field in his yellow jersey and a hairband on his head, keeping his sweaty curls from interfering with his vision. Yeah, you couldn’t tell him how you felt. He was Harry, so fit and amazing, and you were just…you. Your thoughts get interrupted when a guy sits right next to you. It wouldn’t have mattered if there was no other choice, but there was no one else on the bench.

            You look and see an attractive guy smiling at you. “I saw you by yourself. Thought you needed some company. Andy.” You smile. It wasn’t often a guy went out of his way to flirt with you. “Y/N.” “You like football Y/N?” he asks, turning his head to the field. “It’s okay. I’m really just here with my friend. I would play, but there are too many guys on the field.” You giggle a little. “Oh yeah? Didn’t feel like embarrassing them all?” “Oh yeah, I’m just too good for them to handle.” You kid back. He takes his backpack off and pulls a football out. “Show me your moves.” He flashes a smile that causes you to reflect it back. “I’m honestly awful.” You say standing up and following him to the grass. He kicks the ball to you and you lift your foot only to miss. When your foot comes back down you somehow slip and fall on your bum. He chuckles and jogs over to you.

            “You know you don’t have to let me win.” He bends down and holds out his hand, staring into your eyes. “Yeah! Y/N did you see that?!” You snap out of Andy’s gaze and look to Harry. “No. Sorry Harry. Did you score?” “Are you serious? I just made the best goal and you didn’t see it?” Harry comes over to you and Andy, hands on his hips, panting heavily. “Who are you?” “Andy. Harry?” he holds out his hand for Harry to greet. Harry looks down at his hand then back up, his eyes dark. Harry walks past him and makes his way to the bench to get some water. “Sorry Andy. I should go check on him.” “Yeah, go ahead.” You walk to Harry who was obviously keeping his back to Andy. “What is wrong with you?” you asked angrily.

            “That guy’s a tool.” He snaps back. “How would you know? You don’t even know him.” Why was he acting this way? “Whatever. The game is over. Let’s go.” He starts to grab his bag. “No.” “What?!” His raised voice frightened you a bit. “No. You’re being a jerk.” You try to same calmly. “Y/N were going back to my place.” He says quieter after seeing my reaction to his last shout. “Please don’t make me have to say it again.” You look up into his eyes and see an emotion you can’t quite put your finger on. “Not if you’re like this.” You say looking back toward Andy, who had traveled onto the now empty field. Harry shrugs “I said please” and with that you are over his shoulder. “Put me down!” you yell at him, fidgeting about trying to make his carrying you difficult. You reach the car and he sets you down. “Get in.” he commands walking around to the driver door. You stare at him, but decide it’d be best to just do as he says.

            The ride was silent. You didn’t want to talk and you didn’t think he would listen if you did. When you reach his flat, you follow him through the door and head for the kitchen to get a drink. Your hand is tugged on though, and you are moved against the wall. “What were you thinking talking to that guy!?” Harry raises his voice. Oh god, he was pressed against you and you didn’t think you could be like this for long without kissing him. “Why do you care?” you let out. “You’re mine.” He informs you, before connecting his lips to yours roughly. It was everything you had thought it would be. He didn’t bother to ask permission to explore your mouth and you were too wrapped up in the moment to care. His hands grip your hips tightly and pull you from the wall, leading you to his bedroom.

            You fall onto the bed, it unexpectedly hitting the back of your legs as you were guided blindly. Harry hovers above you and you see his eyes with that same look again. “You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” he growls. You bite your lip and nod, too scared to make any sound. “Then I’ll make sure you think twice before talking to another guy again.” He growls before tugging at your pants. As soon as he gets you naked, he works on ridding his body of fabric. “Condom. Top drawer.” He commands while stepping out of his pants. You reach in the drawer and hand it to him, making your way to the center of the bed once he snatches it from you. You eye his length and feel yourself getting wet at the thought of him inside you. Once he finishes rolling the condom onto his member he comes onto the bed, almost instantly meeting your inner thigh with his lips.

            You spread your legs wider from the teasing, revealing yourself completely to him. “I better be the reason you’re this wet.” His raspy voice hits your ear. His fingers pass over your folds and you buck your hips, wanting more. Your breath is stopped by his hand suddenly pushing you back down. It was so forceful. “When I say so.” is all he says before filling you with two of his fingers. You keep from making any sound and try your best to hold yourself down to the bed. His fingers curl inside of you and you can’t anymore. “Harry.” You moan out. His fingers exit you and regret replaces pleasure, until you feel his head at your entrance. He pushes in and your hands reach for him. He keeps out of reach and quickens his pace. You found tears forming in your eyes as he continued his rough thrusts.

            You cry out his name and his pace slows down. He brings himself down and kisses your lips softer than before. You’re soon arching your back once again when his hand comes down onto your clit, rubbing rough circles. His thrusts get deeper and hits, repeatedly, the one spot that drives you nuts. “Come!” he yells and you release, not wanting to anger him again. Your breath is once again stopped as you experience your high. Harry finishes and you feel him pull out once both of you have returned. You see Harry’s bare back exit the room and you don’t know what to think. He just claimed you as his, fucked you roughly, and walked out. You turn over and keep your tears in, not wanting to shed a tear for the jerk you wanted to be with so bad. “I got you some water.” He says as he sits on the bed.

“What’s this mean Harry?” you ask, needing an answer. “You’re mine Y/N. Sorry it took so long for me to say it.” He smirks as if he hadn’t been completely frightening and forceful a bit ago. You take a sip of the water and place it on the side table. You turn back to him, push back the band holding his sweaty curls back, taking it off completely, and run your fingers through them. You give a smile and feel satisfied knowing you’ve finally gotten him.