Harry Styles imagines + preferences

pre + after show {smut}

imagine before the show, your bent on your knees sucking him off. the head leaking precum. veins protruding. he's fisting your hair in his hands, guiding you down his shaft. not gently but in a rushed manner. hard thrusts. low, quiet grunts and moans. saliva drooling from the side of your mouth. he's whispering a 'good girl'. then smirking and buckling his hips, making you gag. at the same time he's mumbling a 'shh.. shh, must be quiet love'. when you finish, his cock spent and deep in your throat, releasing his load, you look up with desperate eyes. he finally pulls out but keeps his hand tangled in your hair, forcing you to look up at him. he simply demands a 'swallow' and you do, wiping whatever is remaining from the sides of your mouth. he leans down, placing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. then trailing his mouth up your jaw and whispering 'gonna fuck that pretty cunt of yours after, love.. don't you worry'. and he isn't lying. when the show is over, everyone is heading to their dressing room. you're bent on your knees. ass up. head pressed against the sofa as he slams his cock into your soaking cunt. your cries are muffled by his strong hands, lips pressed to the back of your ear and he growls 'gotta be quiet, love'. it's low and gravely. he's pulling out, grabbing his member and slamming it back in. he's grunting lowly, his front pressed to your back. at one point flipping you over and slamming back in. his thrusts are hard, your body following his movements, breasts bouncing. he places your hand to your belly, voice low and raspy 'feel it.. baby?'. you whimper from the touch, feeling his cock to the hilt of you. someone's knocking on the door. your words are choked by each harsh thrust. 'someone.. door'. he leans in slowly, whispering 'don't worry about that' in your ear. the knocks become more frequent and he has to shout 'jus' give me a minute'. it's stuttering words, choked by his heavy movements. but a voice replies back with an 'alright'. sweaty bodies, hips snapping together, skin slapping. it's heavily intense. your a whimpering mess, mumbling 'clo- close' and he grunts, feeling his release so close too. 'fuck.. angel. so good for me' 'fucking art' 'cum for me love'. and you do, streaks of it. with chattering teeth, back arching, he buckles his hips,
cock spilling streaks of cum into your pussy. 'fuck.. shit.. shi- shit'. he collapses, head burying in the crevice of your neck, grunting when he feels his cock soften. you whimper when he pulls out, feeling empty. then you're showering together. he's leaving featherlight kisses to your skin, mumbling a 'i don't deserve you' and you mumble a 'no.. H. i don't deserve you'