Can't Stop Thinking About You- HARRY STYLES #DirtyImagine

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"Thanks again for letting me stay here, Haz." You sighed, plopping down onto the couch. You were currently at the flat of your best friend Harry after you had left your own because of a bad fight with your boyfriend Daniel. You had a suspicion he was cheating on you due to the fact he had been coming home late quite a few times now, smelling like another woman’s perfume and making up drunk excuses, so today you had confronted him with it. He had yelled at you and the fight had quickly gotten worse and worse until you had left.

"It’s okay, (Y/N). You can always come here if you need to." Harry said and sat down next to you, smiling sympathetically at you.

"Please don’t give me that look. I don’t need your sympathy, Harold." You chuckled exhaustedly, leaning back on the couch. Sure, you weren’t exactly pleased with the fight earlier but you were also already used to being yelled at from Daniel.

Harry chuckled at you mentioning his full name, shaking his head and looking down at his hands. “It’s just.." He sighed, hesitating to continue his sentence. “Why are you still with him?" He asked eventually, looking up at you again with furrowed brows.

You looked at him flustered, irritated by his question. “Uhm.." You gulped once. “What..what do you mean?" You stuttered a little.

"Oh, come on (Y/N)." He laughed a little before turning serious again. “You know exactly what I mean. He’s been treating you like crap almost since the beginning of your relationship, not to mention that he probably cheated on you as well. He obviously doesn’t know how lucky he is to have you and doesn’t appreciate you enough."

You were a little taken aback by his sudden outburst of what he thought about Daniel because he never questioned your relationship that much and even though you knew he was right you got angry about him talking like that about your boyfriend. “Don’t..don’t say that. It’s not even true!" You snapped, standing up from the couch and turning to look at Harry. 

"Don’t give me that shit, you know it is!" He scoffed in response, jumping up from the couch. “There are so many guys who can do better than him, who can treat you like you actually deserve it!" His voice rose with anger and you could tell he was furious, but so were you.

"Really? Then tell me one, only one boy who actually wants to be with me and who would treat me better than Daniel does!" You yelled, tears starting to form in your eyes from all the frustration built up during the last few months.

"Dammit, (Y/N), I can!" Harry yelled back at you and you stopped dead in your tracks, staring at him and your eyes widening. You opened your mouth to say something but you couldn’t manage to get even one word past your lips.

Harry sighed, exhaling shakily and looking down to the ground. “I-I mean, (Y/N)..I just.." He stuttered, trying to find the right words. “I know we are just friends but.. I can love you so much better than him, in any way. He’s a douche for not letting you know how special and beautiful you are." He looked up at you again, his cheeks flushed and biting down onto his bottom lip nervously before he took a step towards you. “I can’t stop thinking about you, (Y/N)." He whispered, looking down at you and hesitantly taking your now slightly shaking hands in his.

You looked up into his eyes and suddenly you couldn’t think of anything else than how mesmerizing they were. You glanced at his lips and leaned up a little, hesitantly pressing your lips against his. He was a little surprised at first but soon started to kiss back, placing his hands on your hips. His lips were soft against yours and you suddenly realised how long you’d actually been craving his love.

The kiss soon began to deepen and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His tongue laced your bottom lip, begging for entrance and you parted your lips slightly, letting your tongues meet while his grip on your waist tightened. He guided you over to the couch before breaking the kiss and laying you down gently. You smiled at him and grabbed his hands, pulling him down ontop of you and crashing your lips back onto his.

His hands lifting your shirt up only the slightest bit, he kissed back hungrily, thumbs drawing pattern into your hips. You placed your hands on his chest, tugging at the hem of his shirt before he withdrew from your touch to pull it over his head, tossing it to the ground. He lifted your shirt up further before looking into your eyes as if asking for permission. You nodded barely noticable before your shirt joined his on the floor.

He leaned down and started to kiss down your jawline over your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. You gasped just as he kissed down the part where your shoulder met your neck and he started to suck on your skin, making sure to leave a lovebite and soothing it with his tongue right after. You moaned and tilted your head to the side to give him better access. He smirked against your skin, loving the effect he had on you and his hands started to trail down your stomach before unzipping your pants, his lips leaving your neck to pull them down. You were left in only your underwear now and suddenly you felt very conscious of the current situation, crossing your arms over you chest and starting to feel insecure.

He quickly caught on and took your arms in his hands, gently tugging them away. “Don’t." He said softly, kissing your lips once. “You are beautiful, babygirl." You smiled shyly at him, blushing, and he let go of your arms, reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra before slowly taking it off, watching you instantly to make sure you were okay with it.

"Damn," He breathed out as he looked down at your now naked chest before leaning down and taking one nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue around it while caressing your other breast with his hand. You gasped loudly, arching your back up and melting into his touch. He switched positions to give both of your nipples the same amount of attention, your moaning getting louder. You reached down between the two of you and stopped at the waistband of his sweatpants, starting to pull them down. Harry pulled away from your body and helped you to get him out of his pants, throwing them somewhere in the room before kissing down the valley of your breasts, over your stomach and eventually reaching your hips. He looked up at you, playing with the hem of your panties. 

"Can I?" He asked quietly and you nodded, feeling the cold air brush over your heat as he pulled them down. “You are soaking, love." He chuckled softly before he leaned down and kissed your clit lightly, making you squirm. “Harry, wait.." You gasped as he licked up your slit. He looked up at you quickly, concern filling his voice as he spoke. “Did I do something wrong? (Y/N), I’m so sorry, I-" You pulled him up again and shut him with a passionate kiss on the lips. “Everything is fine, Harry. But..I-I need you. Now." You said quietly, blushing a little. He smiled and kissed your lips once again before pulling off his boxers, his length slapping up against his stomach.

He took his length in one hand and lined himself up at your entrance. “Are you sure about this?" His voice was raspy and you could almost hear the anticipation. “I am." You whispered and he nodded, pecking your lips one last time before slowly pushing himself into you. “God (Y/N), you are so tight." He groaned and you moaned, the feeling of him inside of you comepletely captivating your mind. He let you adjust for a second before he started to move in and out of you.

"Fuck, faster Harry." Your moaning grew louder as he hit your g-spot with every thrust and you held onto his arms, closing your eyes at the immense pleasure he was giving you. He started to thrust even faster, even harder, almost pounding into you. You opened your eyes and looked at him, his brows furrowed in concentration and sweat dripping off his forehead. You felt the all too familiar warmth building up in your stomach and your breath hitched for a second. “Haz, I’m close." You whimpered, shutting your eyes again.

"Hold it, babe. I’m almost there." He panted, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. You tried your best not to come yet and started to suck on his neck to bring him closer, leaving lovebites all over his skin. His thrust grew sloppier and you felt his dick twitch inside of you.

"Shit (Y/N), I’m coming.." He groaned and you felt your walls clench around him, profanities and his name leaving your lips constantly as you came with him. He collapsed ontop of you before pulling out and lying down next to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side. You cuddled into him even more, still panting and trying to catch your breath.

"That was amazing." You breathed out, leaving a few light kisses on his chest.

"Yes, it was." He closed his eyes, smiling to himself. “I told you I could love you better." You chuckled at his words and playfully slapped his arm.

"You are right though." You said quietly and looked up at him. “I love you, Harry."

He opened his eyes again, looking into your eyes. “I love you too, (Y/N)." He whispered, stroking your hair. You rested your head back on his chest and closed your eyes, your breathing slowing down and soon drifting off to sleep to him humming softly into your ear.

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