Truth Or Dare- HARRY STYLES #DirtyImagine

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“I’m bored”, Liam complained after the movie ended. It was a typical Friday night, and the boys and I were all hanging out at Harry’s flat. After numerous “What do you wanna do?” “I dunno, what do you wanna do?”’s, Niall cheekily suggested a game of truth or dare. The boys agreed, and so I reluctantly did as well. We arranged ourselves in a circle on the floor, with me sat next to Harry. I had the biggest crush on Harry, and I had since the first day we met, inevitably so. How can you not fall for those gorgeous curls and killer dimples? However, I did not want to make things awkward between us, so I always suppressed my feelings. I had a feeling, though, that the other boys had caught on after a while, being that I could never control my blushing face and girly giggle whenever Harry so much as glanced at me.

The game, as it usually does, started off with innocent and trivial dares and confessions. After a while, however, the game became a bit more intense. I leaned on Harry, and he played with my hair as I sleepily tried to pay attention to my surroundings.

“(Y/N), truth or dare?” Liam asked. I sat up, blushing.

“Dare”, I boldly replied. Liam and Niall snuck a few glances at each other before Niall finally spoke up,

“I dare you to kiss Harry until we say stop”, Niall smirked. I gasped, looking up at Harry with a flushed face, not meeting his eyes.

“No”, I mumbled back to Niall.

“It’s a dare, (Y/N), you can’t just say no,” Louis smirked.

I decided to cast my inhibitions to the side. I turned my body to face Harry’s, and glanced down at his lips. My eyes then fluttered closed as Harry’s lips neared closer to mine. The kiss was nice, sweet and gentle, until Harry’s tongue peeked out asking for entrance. I obliged, and we began to make out. I completely forgot about the dare at that moment and got lost in the kiss. My hands flew up to Harry’s hair as his flew to my hips. He let out a grunt as I gently nibbled on his bottom lip. The groan snapped me back to reality, hearing the boys wolf-whistling and telling us that we could’ve stopped a while back. I pulled away blushing, and moved a bit away from Harry, slightly embarrassed. I tried to brush it off and focus back on the game, but the boys decided that the game was over now. The boys and I began to walk to the door, but as I reached it, Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me back into his flat. No one else noticed, and I shut the door and walked with Harry back to his living room.


“It’s okay Harry, it was just a dare. It doesn’t have to affect our friendship or anythin-” I tried to reason, until I was cut off by Harry’s lips once again. This time, however, the kiss was a bit more rough and needy.

“I’ve liked you for so long, (Y/N), I don’t regret that kiss and I won’t regret any future ones.” I stood there shocked and speechless, my eyes unable to connect with his.

“It’s fine, I get it, you just want to be friends, I’m sorry for being complicated,” Harry mumbled. He turned to walk away, but this time, it was me who pulled him back.

“Harry, stop. I like you too, and I don’t regret those kisses, nor will I regret anything else we may do,” I hinted. The sudden burst of confidence surprised me just as much as Harry, but he smirked and we continued our kiss. Harry began to run his hands up and down my sides, eventually reaching under my shirt to rub circles on my hip. I moaned, and tangled my fingers in his hair.

“Jump, baby”, Harry drawled. I wrapped my legs around him, and he carried us to his bedroom. Laying me softly on the bed, Harry moved down to my neck, gently sucking and kissing. I moaned when he went below my ear, feeling him smirk against my skin. He sat me up and removed my shirt, and then removed his own. He continued to move down my body, reaching the waistband of my jeans.

“Are you sure this is alright, love?” he questioned. I nodded my head, giving him consent to remove my constricting jeans. After a bit of wriggling around, they were off, and I became aware of how wet I was. Harry noticed as well, cupping my heat into his entire hand.

“A bit wet, are we?” he smirked. I moaned in response, and Harry finally removed my underwear. I impatiently waited for him to do something, and I was definitely not disappointed. Harry’s large finger reached down to rub circles on my clit, sending me into a wriggling mess.

“Harry, more, please”, I begged.

“Mm, what was that baby?”

“Harry, do something”, I moaned. He smirked again, before adding in a finger. I moaned in relief, rocking my hips to try to get even more. Harry pulled his finger out, enraging me, until he dropped down so his face was hovering over my heat. He bent down and licked my slit. I let out a long moan, bucking my hips up to try to meet his tongue.

“That’s not gonna work,” he responded, using his strong hands to pin my hips down to the bed before burying his tongue in my core. I screamed, feeling helpless as Harry’s tongue delved into me, pleasing me beyond relief as I was rendered unable to move. I tried to wriggle a bit, but his strength triumphed mine. My attempts egged him on, making him groan into me, only heightening my arousal. He removed one of his strong hands, and replaced his tongue with two fingers. His other arm kept my hips pinned down to the bed as his long fingers slammed in and out of my core. He found my gspot, eliciting a shriek from me. He repeatedly hit my gspot with his fingers, and then reached his mouth down to my clit. Harry ran his tongue over it in rough figure eights before slipping it between his lips. As I reached closer to my high, Harry sucked roughly on my clit. The sensations became too much, and I knew I was almost there. Harry knew too.

“Cmon, cum for me,” he growled. He hummed on my clit, and that was all it took. My body shook as Harry again pinned my hips to the bed and buried his tongue into my core, dragging out my orgasm. I moaned his name repeatedly, until I felt myself come down. My breathing was heavy as Harry returned from between my legs. He sweetly kissed my cheek.

“I really do like you, (Y/N)”, he confessed, blushing. I uttered a similar statement, curling up to his side and burying my face into his chest.

“Harry, that was amazing”, I stated, “but what about you?”

“We’ve got all night, baby”.

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