harry styles dirty imagines

he's drunk

I jolt awake at the crashing sound coming from the front door. I already know that the little table where we put our keys was just sent to the ground and I can hear him swearing and telling the table to shush. I sit up in bed, holding the sheet up to cover my nakedness as Harry stumbles into the bedroom. His eyes bleary and his skin flushed. I can smell the club on him. The alcohol and bad perfume of the girls who’d tried to rub against him. The cigarettes. His large feet get in his way and he fumbles for a second, holding to the door knob to keep himself steady before he leans against the doorframe and rests his head against it, looking at me with his crooked smile. "Hi," he manages out, closing his eyes over the swirling of his vision."Hey there, sweetie. Have fun?" "I think…I think I drank Absin—Absi—fuck," he shakes his head trying to figure out his phrasing."Absinthe?" I offer and he snaps and points at me, his head falling on his shoulders, heavy from the liquor."Thas the one." "Nick give you that?""He’sucha good friend," his words tangle together on his tongue. His tone smoky and rough. "Okay…come here, babe." I open my arms to him and he stumbles forward, crashing into me and knocking me flat on my back. His full weight is over me and he snuggles into my shoulder, nuzzling my neck. "Why is your shirt wet?""I spilled," he almost sounds like a child and I find it too adorable. He pushes himself up, his belt digging into my thigh. I wince but try and endure it. "Hey…hi," he grins and I try not to laugh at him."Hi.""Hi…diduknow I can’t dance? At’all." "More than aware of this." "I am not Shakira. Her hips donlie. My hips lie. Liars.""Okay, shhh," I pull his head back down to my shoulder and he settles in again, smacking his lips. "How did you get home?""Took a cab with a bunch of nice ladies.""Oh…wonderful," I snort and shake my head. Happy that he’d been returned to his rightful owner and not swept off by a cab full of horny women."You’re naked," his hips swivel against mine and I can feel his content smile against my neck."Nothing gets passed you.""Am I naked?""No, honey. You’re not.""That’sashame."I pat his butt then push his hips back. “Let’s get you out of these smelly clothes.” He lets me sit him up even though I know he feels like his body weighs a ton. His eyes are sleepy and he looks like a little boy. A very drunk little boy. I kiss his cheek and he smiles and looks at me, placing his hand to the spot. "Thank you," he lights up and I giggle at him. I strip his dark blue trench off his shoulders and grip the end of his stained blue tee. “Arms up,” I order like he’s a toddler I’m trying to get ready for bed. It takes his brain a second to comprehend orders but once it gets there he shoots his arms up into the air and lets me peel his shirt off. Harry wraps his arms around my waist and shifts me into his lap, burying his head in my neck and pressing his tongue to my jawline. Immediately my skin reacts to him. Grows hot and yearns for more of him. "Harry—" I try and stop him but his wide palms slide up my back and the sheet falls to pool around us. His lazy kisses fall down my collarbone to between my breasts as he cups one in his large hands. His tongue finds my nipple, flicking it and circling it slowly. I cradle the back of his head and let a light moan peel up my throat. I shift my hips and my clit grazes the cool metal of his belt buckle. "Harry….Harry, baby….no,no,no not right now." I try and protest because he’s too drunk and I’m too sober and I shouldn’t take advantage of him. He holds my nipple between his teeth and looks up at me and it makes my entire body clench. Sometimes he looked so fucking dirty it was enough to make me lose it. While other times he looked like the sweetest boy to ever walk the earth."Let me fuck you," he asks almost innocently, my nipple resting against his bottom lip so when he licks his lip it hits the sensitive peak and my spine goes rigid. "You really need to sleep this off, baby." He smiles, his tongue pressed to his teeth as he grazes his nose up my throat. "I’m not tired.""You’re so drunk, babes.""I’m never too drunk to make you cum." His voice lowers against my ear and I roll my eyes closed as he presses a kiss to the hinge of my jaw then across my cheek until I’ve turned my face to his and let him kiss me. His tongue already pushed against mine, letting me taste the liquor. I moan against his mouth because he’s so needy. So hungry for me. We lay back and he rests between my legs, pushing his cock against my heat through his black denim. I can smell the alcohol through his pores and it makes my head swim. He kisses me like we’re both two teenagers caught up in lust but he’s the only that’s a teenager. He keeps grinding his hips into my bare core and it’s sending lightening bolts of heat through my stomach and making me start to whimper against his tongue. He’s less smooth under the weight of his inebriation but somehow his abrasive tactics are turning me on. Pushing his hand between our bodies and driving two fingers into me. I grip his arm as he pumps it hard and fast inside me. He’s milking me into his palm and I pull from his mouth to moan while he sucks on my bottom lip.Harry pushes his fingers deeper, curling them against my walls with the heel of his hand pressed tight to my clit, grinding it against the swollen nerves. I suck in a breath and squeeze his arm tighter. "Fuck, Haz—" he’s never done that move before but it’s making me see stars. Suddenly I’m crushed with my need to taste him. Suck him. Obsessed with the idea of it. He’s always more grateful for it when he’s drunk. I roll him quickly, his fingers still tucked inside me. I hold his wrist and roll my hips against his hand. Riding his fingers like they’re his cock as he watches, his cheeks flushed and his lip tucked between his teeth.I pull his hand free and raise his fingers to my lips, sucking them slowly into my mouth to clean them of me. His mouth parts as he glares at me and his face is pure sex and desire and arousal and I have to bend down and curl my tongue under his upper lips until he lifts his head from the pillow and consumes my tongue. Tasting me there. I unbuckle his belt and pull open his button fly with a tug, sliding my hand between his boxers and jeans to rub him, fully wake him up and get him ready for me. I lower my body, grazing my teeth across his chest and kissing down his never-ending torso. I can hear him breath, feel his heart pound against my lips. I pull his jeans and boxers down and immediately wrap my hand around the base of him. He’s impatient for my mouth and I can tell as he lifts his hips up. I take him in so slowly, watching him the entire time. His eyes squeezed closed and his body tightens and his hand finds the back of my head. He twists his jaw. His other hand fisting the bed sheet. "God—I love your mouth." I lick up the length of him and palm his balls like I’m about to roll a pair of dice and the long stretched out moan that pours out of him gets me so wet I can actually feel my body producing the lubricant. I slip my own hand between my legs and run circles around my clit which instantly makes me hungrier for him. I suck on his head and moan against the tip and the vibrations hit my tongue and causes Harry to forget to breathe. He lifts his neck up off the pillow to see me. Sucking him and touching myself and I actually watch the color leave his face and feel him get harder for me."Christ," he drops his head back to the pillow. I swallow as much of him as I can, using my hand to cover the space my mouth can’t. "Fuck, baby. I need your cunt."I stop and look at him. He’s never been so crude before. So vulgar yet my entire body felt engulfed in heat at the sound of that word on his lips. He has me under him in no time, taking advantage of my shocked state. I grip his ass as he wastes no time driving into me. My head falls over the side of the bed and we both groan. He closes his hot lips around my throat before planting his hand on the floor and gripping my hip with his other. He’s hard and urgent, jolting my entire body with his thrusts.If I couldn’t still taste the liquor and smell it on his skin then I wouldn’t know he was drunk. Although when he’s sober he takes his time and draws it out. Sometimes knowing that he’s fucking me because I feel good to him and he needs to get off, needs to cum and needs me to be the one that causes it, sometimes nothing is hotter than that. I’ve always loved how focused he is on my pleasure but when he needs it more for his own it makes me feel a power I can’t explain.I lift my leg up his hip and he moves his arm to hook it under my knee and drape my leg over his shoulder. His face is contorted with pleasure and he gasps and his voice catches in his throat and I’m so fucking turned on watching him I can hardly stand it. I push his curls off his face and hold his cheeks in my hands."Does that feel good to you, baby?" I whimper out as his mouth finds the palm of my hand. "God, yes." I’m not sure if he can but I tell him to fuck me harder and within seconds I’m digging my nails into his flesh, listening to the springs of our bed moan with us. We’re both loud and uncontrollable as his hips slap hard against mine and his cock slams into me deep and purposeful. "Fuuuuck, Harry. Oh God. Oh shit, baby." "Cum for me. Come on, shit. I need to hear you cum." His words breathe against my mouth and I feel like I’m going hoarse over my cries. I can hardly handle the tone of his voice when he’s fucking me, but when he’s drunk it’s even deeper and filled with so much gravel that it doesn’t make sense to me he’s still a teenager. Not when he sounds like a man and most certainly fucks like one.It doesn’t take me much longer to release. My body contracting and tensing. I scream his name, letting it pour passed my lips over and over again until I feel the pulse and spilled warmth of him deep inside me. I cling to his back, feeling the indents from my nails as he pants against my neck, my body still wrapped around him. Our bodies pulsing and contracting in alternating rhythms against each other. He groans and rolls to his back, pulling me on top of him while I pet his hair from his face. “Are you okay?” "Yep," he doesn’t open his eyes, blowing air through pursed lips and reminding me that he’s still intoxicated. I always tried to resist him when he came home drunk and I was sober but I never could. I had a weakness for him when he’d throw his inhibitions out the window. "You need a shower.""You have heaven between your thighs."I snort back a laugh and hide my face in his chest. “How are you still this drunk?” my voice is muffled against his hot skin."I drank a fuck lot," he laughs and covers his face with his huge palm. We’re silent for a few moments too long and I feel the heaviness of his breathing and know that I’ve lost him. I raise my head to look up at him and he’s out. Long lashes resting on cheeks, his bottom lip slightly jutted out and his cheek pressed to his shoulder. I know he’ll be snoring in a few minutes so I quickly snuggle in next to him and close my eyes, trying to make myself fall asleep beforehand. I realize I’ve lost my chance moments later when I hear the vibration in his throat and resign to the fact that I’m not going to be getting any sleep.