Fuck The Shit Out Of You- HARRY STYLES #DirtyImagine

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I was patiently waiting for the elevator to go up to my floor; I literally was desperate to take my high heels off, climb into my comfortable and fresh bed and just drift into a deep sleep.

Lifе finally got to a stop and I exited it happily. I had nothing to worry about- it was Friday, I have just come from a girly night a little bit tipsy, life was perfect!

I fished my keys out of my purse and unlocked the door. The dim hallway hailed me, and I decided not to turn on any light. I removed my heels, pea coat following shortly after. By the time I approached my bedroom door I was in my lingerie set, leaving a trail of tonight’s outfit pieces behind me. I opened the door slightly, and headed to bed already when bright shine of my night lighter hit my eyes, I reflexively covered them with the palm of my hand. I got quite scared. When my orbs finally adjusted to the light, I saw Harry sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Where the fuck have you been, I tried to reach you all night. Where the bloody hell is your phone?”- he growled, I could tell he was mad. He was asking so many questions at the same time, and being tipsy me I could not react on the properly.

“I was at the club, and I must have left my phone somewhere, because I haven’t heard anyone calling.”- I still was standing in the same position not daring to walk up to bed.

He looked up at me, his evil gaze meeting mine.

“Okay, you lost you goddamn cell, it’s fine. But why the bloody hell couldn’t you just call me saying you are okay?”- he said through greeted teeth.

I instantly felt horny. Don’t get me wrong, I love my boyfriend and I know he was worried, but the look at his face, the way his shirtless self was sitting on my bed did the trick.

I was staring him down intensely, that’s when I realized I was eagle-eyeing him longer than necessary. He might have been lecturing me about how I shouldn’t party without him, or how I should dress less vulgar. I blinked promptly after him lips nearing and him saying “I’ll fuck all that shit out of you.”

I swiftly turned around, him towering me was kind of scary, but I was already craving him.

I needed the feeling of him in my system, which was already tipsy and fearless.

By the time we were roughly making out on the warm carpet beside my bed something in my head told me: “make him angrier, girl!”

I stopped kissing him back, before nearly ripping myself from under his already sweaty body.

“You know, that lad from the bar told me you don’t fuck me good enough.”- the moment this phrase left my lips I instantly regretted even saying it.

Harry stop dead whatever he was doing and glared at me like I slapped his face hard.

“The fuck did you just say?”- his asked, with I’m-about-to-kill-you face.

How could I not feel guilty for the lies I was telling him, I wanted to make him livid, so I simply sated:

“I share his opinion. You never fuck me good. I guess I should’ve said yes to his molestations.”- the dead silence covered the room, I was highly uncomfortable with the “crowed mood” in our room. I was cursing myself for even staring this, because he looked like shooting me down and then burying me at the backyard.

“Oh hell fucking no, skank. I hope my ears are tricking on me. You will definitely regret that crap you are saying.”- he hovered over me, leaving no time to proceed his words.

He started kissing me hardly, from my lips to my collar bones, all while grinding himself on me. I was wholly turned on. I could barely control myself anymore. The affect this boy had on me was amusing.

I crossed me legs on his bum and pushed him towards me.

“Oh, sluts can’t control themselves.”- left his mouth.

“Sluts are wanna be fucked good enough tonight.”- I said in response.

He smiled eagerly and ripped my underwear off me. He looked me up and down and licked his lips.

“Just take me already, you, twat.”- I snapped.

The small spark covered his eyes for a second, before he took the things incredibly slow.

He started leaving a trail of kissed from my breasts to my stomach. Slow. Passionate. Stunningly sexy.

The way his body was hovering me, the way his eyes never left mine once, the way he was smiling- all this turned me on even more.

His hand neared to where I needed him the most and I compulsory backed my hips up to meet his big palms. He stopped all his movements all over again and spoke to me:

“You will do what I say, bitch. No questions asked. I’m in a charge tonight,- his lips approached my ear,- I swear, when I’m done with you, you are going to forget you own fucking name.”

If I wasn’t highly turned on before, than I was definitely incredibly turned on after hearing this.

Two of his long, thick fingers entered me without any warning. I rose with a spring a little. He thrusted so hard, I swear, I lost my own mind for a second. A trail of moans left my body. I couldn’t control anything. His hands continued to do their job, and I was about to cum, when he stood up, leaving me in need.

He titled his head, looking at me:

“You look so defeated.”- was what he said, which was shortly followed with:

“Stand up, baby.” His voice seemed so sweet, so innocent, as if he wasn’t fingering me like an insane beast a couple of minutes ago.

I followed instructions, standing up on my feet, he gripped my hand and jostled me to a huge mirror we had in our bedroom.

I adjusted my hands to it, and he came up to me, looking into my eyes through the mirror.

“You wanted it rough? You are getting it rough, slut. Watch me fucking you in that damn mirror.”- with that he pushed himself into me.

The speed his was shagging me with was unbelievable. I knew I couldn’t last long.

He thrusted and thrusted, as if he was trying to know me off with them.

“Come on, do you like it, baby?”- he grunted. I knew he was close enough, so I could tease him to no end.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. But you could fuck me better that this.”- he now was watching me in the mirror again. The speed was increasing. His thrusts were almost unbearable. The pleasure I felt was delightful. All I could do was moaning his name like crazy.

His fingers suddenly connected with the raw skin of my clit. He was circling it terribly slow, compared to the speed he was working me up with. The mix of the two opposite things was driving me insane. I felt it at the pit of my stomach.

“Harry, oh fuck, oh god. I can’t take it anymore.”- I moaned. I knew I wouldn’t last.

“Fucking hold it, I said.”- he grumbled.

I looked at his appearance in the mirror, curls were sticking to his forehead, body tensing thrust by thrust. The feeling of him stowing me was so sweet.

I so was hypnotized by him, that I didn’t even notice I was seconds from cumming.

“Let it go, ugh”- he screamed, cumming in me.

Both riding out highs, we were breathing unsteadily. He didn’t pull out, we were still standing in the same exact position. I had never felt so close to him before. I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

He moved away from me, faced me about and hugged me.

“I love you more that anything.”- he whispered.

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