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New Year’s Celebration(MATURE)

“I am so sorry Justin, but I really can’t make it.” Y/N spoke into her phone, trying to keep herself from laughing.

“But you promised.” Justin whined.

“I know I did and I am very sorry for cancelling the last minute, but I will try to catch a next flight tomorrow or day after.”

Justin sighed, she pictured him frowning and messing his quiet long hair. “All right, okay, fine. But try to come as soon as possible.”

“I promise I will. Love you. I wish you all the best tonight.”

“Thanks babe, love you, bye.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to hung up so she could burst out of laughter. “You know you’re a real bitch, right?” Alfredo asked joining Y/N.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and laughed some more. “This way is better. Paparazzi won’t expect me, neither will the fans. I can walk freely.”

“But don’t you feel bad, like, don’t know, he will be bummed because you’re not there to support him?”

“I thought about it, yeah, trust me this way is better. He will be happier to see me.”

Alfredo shrugged his shoulders “What do I know.”

Y/N took her phone and scrolled through instagram a little bit. Just as she was scrolling through one fans Bieber page, she got a text from Justin.

Bout to go on stage, really wish you were here.”

She decided not to respond, making it more convenient that she was busy doing, god knows what.

Few minutes later, they landed in Miami. The car was already waiting for Alfredo and Y/N. it was already 11.35 p.m. She was hoping that by the time, they arrive to Fontainebleau, it won’t be past midnight.

She wanted to celebrate new year with him, but considering the traffic, she might be late.

They arrived at 11.56 p.m. Y/N took her hills off and sprinted as fast as she could. In the distance, she could hear Justin’s voice getting louder and louder.

She bumped few people on the way, but thankfully, nobody stopped her to ask who she is. Once she reached the back stage, she gave herself a few seconds to catch a breath and put her hills back on.

That’s when she heard the countdown. “Eight, seven, six.” She fixed her hair and rushed on stage. She was hopping she looks okay. “Happy New Year.” Justin screamed into microphone.

He was about to say something when Y/N hugged him from behind, whispering into his ear. “Happy new year, babe.”

Quicker than a lighting, Justin turned around, enormous smile shining over his face. He placed his hands on her checks, pulling her into kiss.

The crowd behind them was going wild. Seemed like everybody had a great time.

“Happy new year.” He mumbled into kiss.

Once they separated from the kiss, he pulled her into a hug, placing his lips right next to her left ear. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t pull this little prank on me, baby girl. Just wait till we get to the dressing room. If we even make it to there.”

He kissed her ear and moved away, facing her with the most innocence smile. Y/N’s heart started pounding faster than ever, and she felt heat spreading all over her body. She wasn’t sure if she will be able to wait so long.  

She bit her lip, she was speechless. She wanted him, now, and not a moment later.

“Oh don’t give me those sex eyes, honey.” Justin said and turned to face the crowd.

“Give it up from my incredibly hot girlfriend everybody.” Y/N smiled and waved at the crowd.

She turned around and walked backstage, finding a good position to watch the rest of Justin’s performance.

He looked so good while he performed, and also very happy. Her eyes observed every single one of his moves. Soon she got distracted with the thoughts of Justin’s hot and wet mouth, tracing all the way from he swallowed lips to her clit.

She pushed her thighs together ease the urge she felt, just a little bit.

She was so distracted with her own dirty thoughts, that she didn’t even notice Justin’s performance being over, and him now walking towards her.

Once he was standing right in front of her, she lifted her head and bit her lip. He placed his finger under her chin and pushed her up. His eyes focused on her lips, but he didn’t make a move.

When she tried to make one, he simply backed away, meeting her gaze with a smirk playing over his lips.

“You see, you’ve been a very, very bad girl today. Teasing me with “I can’t make it” and your little outfit.” Justin got closer to Y/N, lowering his voice so only she could hear him.

“I know you want my tongue around your little tight pussy, my fingers playing with your hard nipples, my dick in your mouth. I know you want all of that baby girl, but daddy, you see, he wants to teach his little girl a lesson, yeah. Which is, never tease daddy.” Justin licked his lips, once again letting a smirk play over his lips.

Y/N sighed loudly, at that point she just wanted to push him onto the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of him, but that wasn’t possible, considering people in the room and his strength.

She simply nodded, focusing her eyes on the wall behind him with a picture that was supposed to be artwork, but all she saw was one stick and a circle. She really didn’t understand why people called that art.

“Now baby girl, I have to shower, but then we will hit the party.” Justin took her hand and the walked the same way she ran not twenty minutes ago.

As soon as they walked out of the door, she had to put her hand over her eyes, otherwise she would fall from all those flashlights.

Somehow they managed to get to the car without separating and they soon took off. Justin sat as close to Y/N as he physically could, placing his right hand on her thigh, slowly running tips of his fingers over her inner thigh.

The tension was way too much to handle, so she placed her hand on his leg moving it to his dick. She hoped he would change his mind and they would stay in his hotel room.

Justin suddenly grabbed Y/N’s hand, as it was just inches away from his dick and placed it on her leg. To punish her, he moved his hand away and moved in his seat so they weren’t touching anymore.

At that point, Y/N wanted to scream out in frustration, in the corner of her eye she could see Justin smirking before speaking.

“So how did you like my performance?” he turned his head to look at her.

She was pissed and not really in the mood to talk, she only shrugged her shoulders and simply added. “It was okay.” Turning her head towards the window.

By his voice, she could tell he wasn’t pleased with the answer. “It was okay?” He asked under the breath. “That’s all?” she didn’t respond.

If he could tease her, she could give him a silent treatment.

“So that’s how’s going to be, huh darling? All right, I’ll take it.”

From that moment on, neither of them spoke a word to each other. Even though they arrived to the hotel in less than three minutes, to Y/N it seemed like it was half an hour.

She quickly opened her door, which usually Justin does for her, but she wanted to piss him off as much as she could. Two can play this game.

She heard him mumble something under the breath but she didn’t bother to wait for him. She quickly walked towards the elevator, waiting for it to open.

Justin immediately caught up with her, placing his hand on her lower back, but just for brief five seconds. The door opened and they walked in, each standing on their side of the elevator.

They quickly walked out, reaching the room number 265. Justin unlocked it and she followed him in. she threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes.

She could feel Justin’s look all over her body and when she hoped that he would change his mind, he walked into the bathroom.

She groaned and took her phone out. She opened snapchat and tried out which new idiotic filters where there. After she posted few selfies, she saw she had a missed call from her mother, so she rang her.

“Happy new year, honey.” Her mother yelled into phone. Y/N could tell she was a bit tipsy.

“Happy new year, mom. Having fun in LA?”

“Oh it’s great here. There’s a lot of young hot boys here.” Y/N could hear her father in the distance yelling something at her. “Whatever Y/F/N” She simply yelled.

At that point Justin walked out of bathroom, his hair messy and a towel wrapped around his waist. Y/N sat up and ran her eyes all over his body, scanning him, from his head to his tiptoes.

“So are you two having fun?” Y/M/N voice shook her from her daydream. “Mhm” Y/N mumbled into the phone.

“We’re just about to head to the party.”

“Well tell Justin hi and have a good time. P.S. it’s time for me to become grandma.”

“Y/M/N” Y/n’s father yelled and Y/N just chuckled.

“All right mom, have fun. Love you.”

Y/N hung up and look in Justin’s direction. He was now fully dressed, wearing a hat, black shirt, same colour jacket and white shorts.

“Ready?” he simply asked.

“Mom said hi.” He nod and started walking out.

He let Y/N go first and placed his hand on her lower back. This time the ride down wasn’t so unpleasant and soon they were at the party.

They separated very quickly, Y/N headed to the bar, ordering herself a strong Martini, while Justin went somewhere, only god know where.

“What is a girl like you doing alone on New Year?” a deep voice asked Y/n and she slowly rotated herself to face a very good looking guy.

He was tall, bit taller than Justin, black hair with bluest eyes Y/N has ever seen. She shyly smiled at him.

“Well I lost my boyfriend somewhere.” Y/N simply answered, hoping that will send him away.

But he didn’t seem to recognise what she said, rather he showed at the chair next to her, and she just nodded. A little company won’t hurt, she was getting bored anyway.

“I am Tony”

“Y/N. Nice to meet ya.”

“Oh trust me pleasure is all mine.” She smiled at his flirtatious comment and carried on. They talked for solid fifteen minutes, he made he laugh so much, her stomach actually started to hurt.

She felt familiar hand on her back. “Hi I am Justin. The boyfriend.” Justin offered his hand to Tony. His face was cold as ice, and Y/n knew he was beyond pissed and jealous.

“So you’re the one that leave this fine lady, all alone. Damn bro, you should keep a close eye on that masterpiece.” Tony said shaking his hand.

Y/n felt Justin’s grip getting tighter after Tony’s comment. She could tell his ego was hurt, and she was hoping he would just bit his tongue and let go. But she knew Justin.

“You might wanna watch your mouth, this is my girlfriend you’re talking to.”

“Hey man, I’ve said nothing bad about your girlfriend.” Tony lifted his hands up, clearly showing he wants no trouble.

“Tony it was nice meeting you, but I think you should leave now. Thanks for the company, I appreciate it.” Y/N said.

Tony nodded and smiled, then walked away. Y/N exactly knew what was following, and honestly she wasn’t in the mood for it.

“So I let you off for five minutes and you already find a new guy?”

She turned her head to face him, with the most annoyed facial expression she could make. “Don’t you even dare to start anything. He was at least making me company, unlike someone here.”

“So you wanna fuck him?” Justin asked arrogantly.  

“Fuck off Justin, go back to those bitches that you were with all this time. You ain’t gonna ruin this night for me.” Y/N said and walked away.

“Where you going?” Justin asked walking behind her.

“Somewhere where no one is going to bother me.”

“Y/N where the fuck are you going? Answer me.” Justin raised his voice. She turned on her tiptoes, lifting her hand to slap him, but she stopped herself just in time.

“Go on, slap me. Go on, do it.” he provoked her, stepping closer to her. Y/N rolled her eyes, groaned and started walking towards his room.

“So you’re just gonna walk away?”

“What do you want Justin? There is no more that needs to be said or discussed.”

“Oh yes there is.”

She picked her pace and walked even faster. Soon she was in front of his room door, waiting for him to unlock them, but he didn’t seem to hurry anywhere.

“And what would we need to discuss anymore?”

“You giving that guy sex eyes.” Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. All night he keeps teasing her, she is about to explode and now he gives her his jealous attitude.

It was kinda sexy, but all she wanted was to cum, not fight. So she pulled him closer, grabbing his jacked and connecting their lips.

He pushed her against the doors, one hand placing on her side, while unlocking the door with other. He pushed her inside, closing the door with his leg.

He moved away from kiss and took his jacket off. Y/N placed her hand around the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He observed her while her hands traced up and how his chest.

He moved his hands on her back, unzipping her dress, letting it hit the floor and revealing her naked body. “You are so beautiful.”  Y/N felt her cheeks burning up.

Justin pushed Y/N onto bed and climbed over here. He connected their lips once again, while placing his hand over her clit, making little circles around it.

Y/N moaned into the kiss. “So wet.” Justin mumbled into kiss, pushing his tree finger into her. She groaned from sudden pleasure.

Justin moved his lips to her hard nipples, nibbling on each. She pushed her head deeper into the pillow, digging her nails into silky sheets.

He stick his tongue out and slowly traced it all the way to her pussy. He placed few kisses around her entrance, before connecting his lips with her clit.

Y/N screamed out in pleasure, shutting her eyes and enjoying the moment. She pushed her hips higher, but he placed his strong hand on her sides and held her down.

He hummed into her entrance, which only send shiver all over her body.

Suddenly he got up and she whined at the feeling of emptiness. He took his shorts off, exposing his grown length.

He took his dick in his hand and simply demanded. “Suck.”

Y/N got up and quickly took his dick into her mouth, never leaving his gaze. His mouth fell open, little ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.

She sucked slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip, but Justin grabbed her hair and moved her head faster and rougher.

She knew he was close, so he pulled her away, pulling her up for a rough kiss.

Y/N pushed Justin onto bed, she placed her legs on each side and took his dick into her hands and placed it in front of her entrance. She slowly pushed herself down, adjusting his length inside her.

She placed her hands onto his chest and started moving her hips in a circle. He griped her sides, groaning.

“Keep doing that, baby girl.”

Y/N slowly started to bounce her hips up and down, eventually picking up the pace. Their moans were getting lost in hot, steamy air that their bodies produced.

Justin’s eyes focused on her bouncing boobs, moving his hands to cup them, giving them a good squeeze. Y/N moaned loudly.

“You are so fucking hot, you know that, right?”

Justin got up, placing his hands on her back, taking her breast in her mouth, nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Sucking around her nipples, making sure to leave deep, purple marks, only visible to him.

Y/N felt her stomach clenching, her thighs started shaking. She was so close.

“Mhm, s-so cl-o-o-se. Please le-t me c-u-um.” Y/N said quietly, in between thrusts.

“Oh you wanna cum, baby girl? I don’t think so.” Justin picked her up and turned around, hovering her. He pulled his dick out, only to slam into her with his full rage.

Y/N screamed his name, almost cumming, but somehow managing to hold it back. With each thrust it became harder and harder for her to hold back. Because with every thrust he managed to hit her g-spot.

“Please, Justin” Y/N cried out.

“What? What do you want?” Justin demanded.

“Please let me cum.”

“I don’t know Y/N, only good girls get to cum, but you were a very, very bad girl today.”

Y/N moaned loudly, she knew that if she won’t cum in next thirty seconds, she will explode.

“But I think you have learned your lesson. Cum baby girl, cum hard.”

Her orgasm hit the climax, Y/N’s eyes rolled, her back arched, and she digged her nails into his muscles. She screamed his name as loud as she could, feeling like her lounges will leave her body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come.”

He rid of her orgasm as his was close, his thrust became sloppier, harder and deeper. He groaned her name loudly, emptying himself into her.

Justin collapsed next to Y/N, both trying to calm down their breathing.

okay but I feel like Harry would definitely send you nudes n shit while you’re in class


Like, you’d be listening to your professor lecture and your phone would vibrate and you’d take a quick glance and just about scream– it’d come out as a tiny garbled squawk.

And it’d be a thread of pics of him, starting from a selfie where he’s slumped into the couch in his donut hoodie with his messy nest of hair bc he didn’t feel like brushing it this morning so he just ran his fingers through it a couple of times and then called it a Grammy-worthy hairstyle. His face is neutral as he’s staring at the TV, the hood of the jumper hanging over his right shoulder and he just looks cozy and lazy. And then the second pic would be a pic of him looking down at some unknown thing off camera, but by the angle of the pic you deduce it’s his lap. And then the pic after that would be of him with his hand tucked into his black Nike running shorts, the outline of his knuckles showing that he’s cupping himself underneath. This picture would be followed by the caption, “im hard :(”

And you’d roll your eyes, typing back a quick “handle it” and locking your phone, setting it back on top of your textbook and continuing taking notes. It’d vibrate again, but you’d ignore it bc you don’t want to miss anything important. Then it buzzes again, and again, and again, and it keeps going at faster intervals and you know he’s aware that you’re ignoring him. You snatch it back up with a small, exasperated sigh, flicking through the 19 messages he’s shot at you. “help me!” “It hurts!!” “Don’t be so cruel :(” “baby I need you to cocks me through this!” “Get it? ‘Cocks’? Sounds like coax :D"

Then a pic of him all pouty with his big emerald eyes all doe-like. “just a quick one, c'mon. Just tell me what you’d do to me if you were here :)”

“I’d tell you that you sound like a fuckboy.”

“You answered so it worked”

“Because it was annoying. Now leave me alone I have work to do!”

And then a pic would come through of his bare hard-on, tucked out of his shorts and in his large hand with his fingers wrapped around it, pearls of pre-come shiny on the tip. “But I’m so hard for you :((”

You’d yelp, lowering your brightness to the lowest setting and tapping out an angry reply: “I’m. In. Public. You. Dipshit.”

“Scandalous ;))”

“do you want to get blocked again?”

“Tell me you wanna suck me off :)”

“not now, Har, please. I have to go”

And before you shut off your phone a vid pops up and you see his face as the thumbnail, so you click it, glancing up quickly to make sure no one is watching and putting one earbud in.

“I’m really hard– s'like, it hurts a lot. And you’re not here and I just want you wrapped around me.” He frowns like a child, knuckling at his eyes and you can tell he woke up recently, even if it is one in the afternoon. “So ’m just gonna…hold on…this new phone’s a slippery one, innit? I’ve dropped it more times than I can count…”

The camera flips and, sure enough, there he is, all shades of red and purple, thick and veiny and bubbling over with jizz as he strokes himself at a medium pace, twisting every now and then to give the handjob some variety. “I just want you so bad, minx. Wanna push myself inside your hot, wet, soft and tight…fucking hell, you’re so tight…”

You’d shift a bit, legs clamping out of instinct. He’s such a dick for doing this. You glance up and there’s 5 minutes left of class. You can make it.

He flips the camera back over to his face, where he’s leaning his head back against the sofa and biting his lips raw, tiny feathery moans oozing from his lips as his breathing gets heavier, his shoulders visibly jolting. “Oh, fuck me, doll. Make me come so hard, so much…Wanna taste you– just shove my face in between your pretty little legs and lick into you until you’re shaking.”


His jaw clenches, the muscle ticking and the veins in his neck chisel themselves into existence, his Adam’s Apple bobbing slowly as he swallows thickly. Sweat is beading his forehead, a few teeny curls sticking to his skin. You can see the hint of stubble that curtains the lower half of his jaw and trails onto the underside of his face and it only worsens the ordeal because you can just about feel it now, rubbing against your thighs or scratching down your back as he takes you from behind. The little shit is staring directly into the camera and smirking, for fuck’s sake, licking the corner of his mouth and humming out a long groan. “Nice and hard for you, babygirl. Want you to fuck my brains out…”


The video ends there with Harry’s back arching off the couch, cutting off as he gives a watery yelp. You sit there, blinking tears of desperation from your eyes and trying to force the blush from your cheeks.


“When i get home, you’re fucked.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way ;)”

low quality pic, high quality emotions

Preference #19: You accidentally turn him on infront of the boys.

Zayn: You and Zayn had been out at dinner with the boys, celebrating their awards that they won at the Brits. You had worn a black, tight, short dress in heels that Zayn absolutely loved on you. You had just finished eating and you got up to use the washroom. “I’ll be right back, guys!” You said cheerfully as you leaned over, pecking Zayns cheek as you got up, making your way to the washroom. Zayns eyes were glued to your ass, and the other boys seemed to notice. “Enjoying yourself, Z?” Niall said with a smirk, as the other boys chuckled. You came back from the washroom, as you see a waiter from the other table took your chair, thinking nobody was sitting there. “Oh, fuck.” you mumbled, not wanting to be rude to ask for it back, seeing how there was already else sitting in it. Zayn was finished his meal, so you shrugged and planted yourself on his lap. You immediately heard a low growl erupt from his throat as he snaked his arms around your waist. You were shocked by the outtake this had been making on your boyfriend, and you blushed when you felt his hard-on against your bum. “Zayn.. You’re horny?” you whispered, making sure he would only hear. He nodded slowly as he swallowed hard, holding you close to him. The waiter quickly came back, apologizing for stealing your seat. He put it back beside Zayn as you got up, sitting in your chair. Zayn stood up as he rearranged his trousers, trying to do his best to hide his erection. “Zayn!” Louis said loudly, pointing straight as his crotch. “Someone’s a bit excited.” Harry said, a smirk on the corner of his lips. You buried your face in his hands as Zayn mumbled slowly. “Well come on, look at her.

Harry: It was just a normal day for you and Harry. You two were sitting on your couch, cuddling. The boys had stopped in, before they picked Harry up for rehearsal. You hadn’t really gotten up yet, so you were still in pajamas. You had excused yourself to go get properly dressed, Harrys eyes trailing over your entire body. You had picked out a pale blue tank top and some jean shorts, frayed at the edges. You came back downstairs, not quite realizing how much the shirt fluctuated your chest. You had always been slightly bigger than the rest of the girls in your neighborhood, but it never really bothered you, nor Harry. Harry’s eyes fixated on your chest, as you walked playfully down each stair; your breasts bouncing. Louis and Niall immediately started chuckling as they saw Harry’s erection, whispering and giggling to each other. Harry didn’t pay attention, but you knew something was up. Harry stood up as he walked over to you, turning you around to face upstairs, as he stuttered. ”(y/n) your-.. uh, your shirt has a hole. Come on, I’ll help you pick a new one.“ He pushed you upstairs as you reached your bedroom, looking at yourself in the mirror. "Where?” you asked, biting your lip. Harry proceeded to push you against the wall and kissed you roughly, as he unbuttoned your shirt. You let him be in complete control. As the moment got more heated, you were both naked within minutes. He was rubbing your clit as you were moaning loud, forgetting the four, rambunctious boys who were awaiting the two of you downstairs. You heard laughing as you widened your eyes, slowly pushing Harry’s hand away. “ Harry! Should we tell Paul you’re going to be late?” Liam shouted, knowing what the two of you were doing. “Yes, please.” Harry shouted back, bringing you over to the bed with a smirk.

Niall: You had tagged along with Niall to his recording session today. He was on a little break and he joined you on the couch. You layed your head on his shoulder as you smiled, biting your lip. “You’re doing good, boo!” You said, smiling at your boyfriend. “Thanks, gorgeous.” He pulled you on his lap as he started tickling your sides. You squealed as you laughed loudly, trying to get away from him, but his grip was too tight. Soon, he stopped, at the two of you were just cuddling. You had been at the studio for a good three hours, and you were slightly tired. You rested your head on his chest as you fell asleep. You found yourself dreaming about Niall; he came home slightly drunk, it turned you on, and you guys were having very, rough sex. You started to moan, clearly unconscious. Niall had refused to move you off his lap, as your moans made him horny. His cock was growing as he swallowed hard, rocking you back and fourth slowly. The boys had come into the room, curious why they were hearing moans. Niall pressed a finger against his mouth to keep them quiet, as you kept moaning. The boys quietly snickered. That woke you up. You sat up and crawled of Nialls lap, as he groaned quietly. He was wearing grey sweats, so his large erection was quite noticeable. “So, (y/n), what’d you dream about?” Zayn asked with a smirk, as the rest of the boys laughed.

Louis: You and Louis had been out for a daily stroll as you saw Niall and Zayn at the park. You had run over to them, your legs in your jeans looking absolutely amazing. Louis had his eyes glued to you as he bit hit lip, starting to imagine the dirty things he could do to you. You all were sitting on a blanket in the park as you decided to play truth or dare. “So, (y/n), truth or dare?” Niall asked, smiling at you. “Uh.. dare!” You said. “I dare you to do the most flexible thing you can.” You raised your eyebrow at this odd request, and Louis did the same. But of course, you weren’t a chicken. You got up and raised your leg, slightly hanging your head back to touch your foot to your head. The Scorpion. Louis widened his eyes as he crossed his legs, slightly palming at his erection as he shook his head. “(y/n).. Come sit.” He said. He waved you over as the boys looked at him, giggling and pointing out his erection. “Hah! Louis!” Niall said, as he looked over at you. Louis hung his head in embarrassment as you giggled, knowing the slightest things you did could turn your boyfriend on.

Liam: You and the boys were out drinking, just for a fun night out. You had a few shots, and to be honest, you were feeling slightly tipsy. You were leaning over the bar, trying to get more shots. Liam saw you, and looked around. He was sort of nervous that your sexy pose would attract that losers trying to get laid a the bar. Liam had come up behind you, and being the goody goody he is, he didn’t drink too much. He was sober, But that didn’t stop him from finding your actions incredibly hot. He pulled you against him, him already being semi hard. You slowly grinded against him as the other boys sat their awkwardly. “Uh.. Liam?” Harry said, trying to break the silence as Liam was already nearing his orgasm. Liam gasped, opening his eyes as he pulled away from you, his erection clearly noticeable through his tight jeans. He swallowed hard as you turned around, kissing him roughly. He eventually ignored the boys, returning the passionate kiss to your lips as he pressed himself against you. You had to admit, you were slightly wet, and you grabbed his hand. He raised an eyebrow as you pulled him into the janitors closet, hoping it had a lock. You both knew the boys wouldn’t shut up about this the next day.

This pictures makes me so happy

Stressed Out

Yes I know this is the title of a tøp song, I’m wearing their shirt today don’t you judge me… I also say that a lot.. Anywho. This is kinda sexual so I’m gonna rate it as mature. So no little baby child’s read this please. I’ve tainted enough innocent people in my lifetime.

Rating: M

Ooh, I’m nervous for y'all to read this, oh dear. 

-K

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Harry Styles Very Dirty Imagine: Your First Time Having Sex With Each Other (LONG)

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Sorry that the title is a bit long. I wanted it to be sure that it isn’t your first time. I really wanted to write this since it has been my dream for the past 3 days. FYI, it’s REALLY LONG! Anyway, here! (1,698 words!)


“I had a really nice night tonight, Harry.” I said. We were on my doorstep. My front door was wide open, with me inside and Harry outside. He just dropped me off after date. We have been dating for almost 7 months now.

“I had a nice night too, [Y/N].” Harry said. I blushed at his words. He leaned in for a kiss. When our lips connected, there were sparks. I mean, we have kissed before, but nothing quite like this. It was magical, and I just didn’t want to pull away. Apparently, Harry couldn’t either. 

His arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer. My hands were wrapped around his neck playing with his hair. We stood making out in my doorway. Good thing it was late and that I live alone, or else some one might have seen us.

My arms moved downwards and gripped his tie. I pulled him inside with it. Harry kissed me against the wall and kicked the door closed. I fisted his hair, making him moan into the kiss. I smiled slightly.

“Jump” Harry said in between kisses. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me up by my butt, squeezing slightly. I moaned and Harry smirked.

Slowly, with all of the spontaneous kissing, Harry made his way to my bedroom. We stopped several times when he pressed me into every open wall, but eventually we made it to my bedroom.

Once again, Harry kicked the door closed and kissed me against the wall. My legs were still wrapped around his waist. We parted and I looked into his eyes. He did the same.

“Are we about to do this?” I asked.

“Yeah” He breathed.

“Good” I smiled and kissed him again. 

Were were making out again loosing clothes in the process. Harry’s kisses traveled down my jaw, up by my ear, my sweet spot, and the down to my collar bone. While he was bust doing this, I undressed him.

I took off his tie. He shrug off his blazer and I unbuttoned his dress shirt. I got as far as unbuckling his belt before our lips were reattached again. Harry reached around behind me and unzipped my knee-length red dress. I unwrapped my legs and stood straight up so the dress could fall completely to the floor.

This was the most revealed I’ve ever been to Harry. My black lace bra and matching panties. Harry stared at me up and down. I felt uncomfortable, not being completely confident with my body. I tried to cover with my arms, but Harry grabbed my hands. I looked into his eyes.

“Beautiful” He whispered. I smiled.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and tugged his pants down. This was the most revealed he had ever been to me. I looked down at his really tight boxers. His erection was very big and hard. This was gonna hurt. Harry smirked.

“Like what you see, babe?” Harry asked, amused by my reaction.

“I did that?” I asked.

“Mmhmm” Harry hummed.

Harry reached for my hand and gently brought me over to my bed. I laid down and Harry went over to his jeans. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.

“You cheeky bastard. You knew that this was gonna happen!” I laughed.

“Actually, I thought it would happen 2 weeks ago. I’ve been carrying this around for a while.” Harry said and we both laughed.

He kissed me once more and went down South, kissing every inch of my skin in his path. He pulled off my panties with his teeth. I was already soaked and he was making him harder to resist. (Lol sorry!) 

He stared at my freshly shaven wet pussy. His mouth was literally open. I smirked.

“Like what you see, babe?” I mocked him. I laughed but soon turned into a gasp as he suddenly licked me. He winked at me before plunging back down for more. He licked my clit and sucked on it. I was a moaning mess underneath him. 

He pulled away and pushed one of his long, thick fingers into me. He thrusted his finger in the way he would his dick. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. He then added another finger and thrusted harder. He added one more finger (three fingers total) and it hurt. I whimpered and Harry looked sad.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m just stretching you.” Harry said and kissed me. I wasn’t a virgin, but it sill hurt. I’ve only had sex once, and that was over 7 months ago. 

Harry pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. I moaned at the sight of him licking my juices from his fingers. He pulled down his boxers and rolled the condom on. He was even bigger than I thought!

“Like what you see, babe?” He said in a high voice, mocking me mocking him. I rolled my eyes and braced myself.

He opened my legs and aligned himself. He pushed in slowly and pretty soon he was fully in. It burned slightly, but it would’ve been worse if he hadn’t ‘stretched me’. At least he knew he was big.

He thrusted slow at first after I was adjusted. We were both moaning.

“Fuck, [Y/N]. You’re so tight.” Harry moaned the last part.

“Your so big” I said. Harry slowly sped up.

“Faster” I whined.

“Wait. I’m looking for something.” Harry said.

“What?” I asked.

“Your G-Spot” Harry said mater-of-factly.

“What’s tha-” Harry hit something and I moaned loudly. Harry smiled.

“That, my dear, is your G-Spot.” Harry said. 

He went faster like I asked. He was pounding into me at quickening speeds and kept hitting my ‘G-Spot’. Every ten seconds he went faster. Pretty soon, I felt a burning sensation in my stomach.

“H-Harry” I whimpered. The pleasure was so good that my body wanted to squirm away. Harry held my hips down.

“I know, baby. Me too.” Harry said. 

HARRY’S POV:

Our moans kept getting louder. I couldn’t control my body anymore. The pleasure overwhelmed me. I crashed our lips together as we both released our earth-shattering orgasms. 

I worked us through our highs. Our lips were still attached as I slowed to a stop. I held myself there for a couple of minutes before pulling out and throwing away the used condom. I walked back to the bed and sat next to [Y/N]. 

She turned her head and smiled mischievously at me.

“What?” I asked, smiling. Her smile only grew wider. 

She pushed me down onto the bed and I moved up to lay on a pillow. She crawled over to me and straddled me. She kissed me lovingly then pulled away and stared into my eyes. 

“I love you” She said. That was the first time either of us had said that in our relationship. I smiled and kissed her again.

“I love you too” I said. She smiled brightly.

“Round 2?” [Y/N] asked.

“I really want to, but I don’t have another condom.” I said. She leaned over to the night stand and pulled out a condom from the drawer. 

“You weren’t the only one who thought this was gonna happen.” [Y/N] said. I laughed and sat up to take it from her, but she pushed me back down.

“Nope. I’m doing this.” [Y/N] said and opened the package. She took my semi- hard length in her small hand. It stiffened at her touch. She rolled it on. 

“Are we about to do this again?” I asked.

“Yeah” [Y/N] said.

“Good” I breathed. We laughed from our ‘recycled words’.

[Y/N] lined herself and slowly sank down on me. We were both moaning. She sat there, not moving. I stared at her, confused. She nodded her head backwards. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell off her shoulders leaving her bare, but I kept eye contact with her. [Y/N] rolled her eyes and grabbed my hands bringing them to her breasts. I squeezed them and she moaned loudly, her eyes closing. Her hands fell to my chest feeling my abs.

After a couple minutes, I removed my hands. She used my chest to push herself up and down. [Y/N] didn’t start slow, but went quickly and kept going faster. I moaned loudly and she smiled.

“Looks like I know your body pretty well already.” [Y/N] said happily.

“I know yours too” I defended.

“Prove it” [Y/N] said. I thrusted my hips upward to meet her hips, hitting her G-Spot. She moaned loudly.

“Yeah” She said, out of breath. 

[Y/N] started her fast pace again. Every couple of her thrusts, I would hit her G-Spot. Neither of us stood a chonce. [Y/N] couldn’t keep up with herself and started stopping. I took over and thrust faster than she did. 

On one particularly hard thrust, I hit her G-Spot. She made the sexiest noise ever. It was a moan, whimper, scream, groan, and little squeak at the same time. It was like the pleasure was too good for her. She leaned forward and nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her back. [Y/N] was clenching so I knew she was close. Soon after she came…hard. She screamed into my neck and her whole body shook. I followed her and slowed to a stop. 

Her heart was racing and she was still shaking. It took a couple of minutes before she lifted her hips up off of my shaft. I sat up to take off the condom and threw it in the bedside trashcan. 

I laid back down next to [Y/N]. She rolled partly on top of me with her head on my chest. I pulled the blanket up for us. I was playing with her sweaty yet soft hair. It was a comfortable silence before I spoke;

“[Y/N]?”

“Hmm” She hummed.

“I really love you” I said truthfully.

“I really love you too, Harry” [Y/N] said. I smiled.

“[Y/N]?” I asked again.

“Hmm” She hummed again.

“I love your moans. So sexy.” I said. She chuckled.

“Yours are the sexiest noises” She said.

“Not true. You made the sexiest noise earlier. It was like a moan, whimper, scream, groan, and little squeak all at the same time.” I said.

“Really? That was sexy?” She asked.

“Extremely. Next time you make that noise, I’m recording it for my ring tone for you.” I said. We both laughed at my comment before peacefully drifting off to sleep, with many dreams about tonight. 

THE END!!!


IDK how I feel about this one. What do you think? Good or not?

Fuckable Nerd- Marcel Imagine

“so what way is going to be? Wanna fail or pass?”

“umm I guess I’ll do tutoring and make upp all the work.”

“okay. you’ll have some one helping you okay?”

“really, who?”

“marcel styles”

“Mmm Marcel The nerd?”

“Don’t be rude im doing you a favor y/n!” My teacher scolded me, so I guess I was on the brink of failing and if I don’t pass I won’t get my credit, but I don’t want that, every credit counts.

“Fine geez, was just kidding,”

“Well ‘Just Kidding’ actually doesn’t mean anything now a days. Go find him and tell him that he is going to tutor you and that I’ll pay him with extra volunteer hours or credit”

“Wait, me?! That’s your job Ms. Keller, People are going to see me talking to him,”

“well that’s what you get for not passing your assignments and for being rude. I have gave you so many chances y/n, is it whether you do what I tell you or I’ll call your parents, you choose.”

“no please, not my parents, they are busy with work, and I can’t be a bother to them please, Ms. I’ll tell him myself okay, and I’ll do every single assignment, I promise.

“fine,” she sighed. “go and please really learn okay.” I nodded and thanked her and I was out the door on my way to find Marcel’s locker.

On my way there I could hear punches being thrown, and seeing a guy vulnerable with no help on the floor, it was no one else other than Marcel.

“Fucking twat you think its okay to ignore me while I’m fucking talking to you.” I heard Dave the cockiest jock in school say to Marcel.

“I-I’m sorry Dave, just please no more.” I heard Marcel sobbing in pain, I couldn’t handle it anymore, I didn’t think it was this bad; I got one of the textbooks on the floor and threw it at a good aim, straight to Dave’s skull.

“leave him the fuck alone! What has he done to you, fucking idiot, the only twat here is you!” I yelled furiously at dave and got another textbook, and threw it fast enough to hit him straight in his nose.

“Fucking bitch, defending this no life hoodrat,” he muttered,

“That’s you bitch, go fuck yourself, and get the hell out of here, I swear I catch you again, and something bad will happen to your precious Ferrari, keep that in mind cunt,” I scream for the last time and he was out like a light.

“Marcel. Hey are you okay,?”

“Y-y-yea, thanks y/n”

“no you’re not, your bleeding, oh my gosh come on, let’s go to my house, let me help you please.”

He hesitantly looks at me, and slowly nods,

“Here, put it on your nose, so you won’t drip anymore blood.” I say as I take of my scarf and give it to him.

*at my house*

“o-ouch!,” he screams in pain as I try cleaning his nose.

“I’m sorry! Here, we’re done I say and look at him straight in the eyes, and give him a small smile.

“you’re amazing you know that, just know you are very strong, and I admire that of you.

I grab his hand and massage his knuckles; he starts breathing a bit heavily and squeals lowly.

“are you okay?” I giggle at him and he starts blushing like a red tomato.

“umm I-I have to go, thanks,”

“no wait Marcel! I need to talk to you.”

He stares at me wide eyed; he nods and sits down on the other side of the couch.

“So I’m like failing bad, and Ms. Keller told me to tell you if you could tutor me? And kind of help me with it, and that she will repay you with extra volunteering hours or credit, your choice.”

I was kind of nervous of what he would answer, cause he didn’t even stare at me when I was telling him this, I even thought he was ignoring me but I really needed his help he was literally the only hope I had..

“umm, what do you think?” I ask him, I didn’t knew I needed him so bad, I was literally about to get on my knees, and beg him, cause he wasn’t even responding, he was like in deep thought.

“w-when do we start?” he stuttered.

“You’ll help me!?” I squealed in excitement and jumped up and hugged him.

When I pulled back he stared at me wide eyed,

“umm sorry, if I made you uncomfortable.”

“w-w-well you h-helped me with Dick so I g-guess this is a way of A thank you,” I looked at him and started laughing hard.

“OH MY GOSH I-I cant even you, called him d-dick instead of dave” I said in between breaths, still laughing.

“O-oh im sorry , didn’t mean to offend your b-boyfriend.”

“Pfft, boyfriend?! Dick?! Nooo! We never dated, it was just a one time thing, a mistake more likely, nothing else.” I said.

“Ohhhhhhhh, eww. I-I think y-you could do w-way better. You’re to beautif- nice! For him.”

“aww marcel, that’s sweet of you.” Knowing he called me beautiful.

“s-so let’s get started.” He said and got on the floor and got his Science Textbook out.

*3 hours later*

After me reviewing, learning and writing all the notes marcel told me that are important we were done with all the make up work and I was starving.

“ughhh thank you so much marcel, honestly.”

“no need to thank me, r-really. If a-anything you s-saved me from d-dick.” We both started gigilling, and for the first time, I saw him really smile, and that warmed my heart.

“Ok, are you hungry, cause I am, so im going to order pizza ok, so don’t plan on leaving!” I said and bent over to pick up my book bag and take out my phone out.

“umm y/m, w-wheres the r-restroom,?” he asked in a hurry.

“just go straight in down the hall right there, all the way down.” I said, as I grabbed my phone and ordered the pizza through the app.

After 10 minutes later, the pizza had arrived, and Marcel, was still in the restroom which was a bit weird, so I went to check on him.

As I walked down the hall I could hear groans and low moans, I was in shock against the door listening, was he really wanking? Of course, when I bent down to get the phone, he probably saw and my skirt and maybe he caught a full view of my ass, I wasn’t even wearing decent underwear just a lacey thong.

I felt kind of, bad so I did the unthinkable and opened the door quietly and saw the sexiest sight in front of me. Marcel with half of his shirt unbuttoned, some strands of his slicked back hair hanging in front of his face, with his eyes closed jerking off his long thick cock.

“need help there Marcel?”

He stopped jerking off and looked at me in fear.

“y/n, i-I’m s-s-sorry. Is cause O-oh fuck, y-your skirt, and t-t-thong I saw it.”

“Its okk, come here,” I reached for his hand and take him to my room.

“N-no don’t you don’t have to”

“Its fine Marcel, I’ll get down on my knees for you, anytime.” (; I say and start to jerk him out and tease his dick.

I take his shaft in my hand and wrap my lips around his tip. I hear Marcel growl and I began twirling my tongue around his pink head. Using my tongue, I licked his hard length, and take him deep in my mouth. He starts to fuck my mouth every time I bob my head down. I take him deep, listening to his groans every time his cock hit the back of my throat. I could tell he was close by the way he twitched in my mouth so I pulled him out, finishing off with your hand.

“F-fuck that was s-so good y/n”

“have you fucked anyone before Marcel?” I ask him and he turns red and shakes his head.

“want to fuck me right here right now?” I ask him and start to take my clothes of slowly and stand in front of him in my lace black bra and thong.

“Y-yes.” He moans and stares at me with lustful eyes.

“Fuck me like you own me Marcel, I won’t stop you.” He nods his head fast and I give him a condom and gets bare naked so he can put it on and I take off the remaining clothes I have.

He crawls back on top of me and sticks two fingers inside of me and begins to pump fast.  

“Ah fuck!” I scream.

“You okay y/n?” Marcel asks worried.

You nod. “Keep going.”

He nods and continues to slam his fingers hard inside of you.

“I can’t wait any longer y/n” He growls.

Marcel positions his throbbing dick at your entrance then slams his entire length into me.

“ohh fuck yesss” I let out a throaty scream.

“You like that?” He asks while slamming into me hard, making his cock go deeper inside of you.

“Mmm fuck yeah.” I moan grinding up against him, biting my lip.

“Yeah, you fucking love it?.” He asks slamming into me a few more times before I feel my walls tightening against his dick.

“Marcel, I’m going to-”

“Do it baby, cum for me.” He says. Then we both cum into each other.

Once we both come down from our highs Marcel looks over at me.

“i-I guess this is my time to g-go.” He says and stands up to get his boxers.

“You wanna leave?”

“u-umm, no but you probably have something else to do.”

“No I don’t, I don’t want you to leave, lets cuddle. Stay, with me.” I give him a small smile and gets under the covers and hugs me and enjoy the moment until I remember that I’m hungry.

“THE PIZZA!” I ran down the hall and get it, and take it back to my room and place it on the bed, I take a slice and shove it down my mouth and look at Marcel staring at me in admiration.

“My kind of girl,” he chuckles and kisses my lips and takes a slice. I blush, kiss him again and feel butterflies in my stomach.

“My fuckable nerd.”

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“Alright class, that’s all for today. Your papers are due next week, have them turned in because they count for a good percentage of your grade.” Harry said to his students as they packed up to leave. He was stressed, ready to go back to his house and finally get some sleep.

One by one students trickled out of the door, and Harry packed up his things to go. But he turned around when he heard the door shut and the lock click, turning to see one of his students, one that’s been driving him crazy.

“Hi, what can I help you with?” He asked, trying to avoid scanning her body but failed miserable and she strutted over to him, hips swaying.

“I came to talk to you about my grade on the last test.” She said to him, voice soft and sweet as it usually was. She say down at the chair he had sitting near his desk, and he sat down as well.

“What about it?” She had gotten a horrible grade, and Harry was disappointed because he knew she was capable of passing it, but just didn’t have the drive.

“I wanted to know if there was anything I could do to change it. I might not be passing your class and it’s so hard. I don’t know what to do.” She pouted. Harry could feel his dick twitch in his pants, watching her lips form every word, and when she said ‘so hard’, God gave him strength to hold back.

“Well we can set you up with a tutor, if you’d like. I have a list of people that could really help you out.” He suggested. But she wasn’t having any of that. Getting up from her chair, she walked around to where he was sat in his office chair, and he shot her a confused look until she decided to climb on to his lap, straddling him. He was frozen under her, trying not to touch her. If he did he knew he would lose it.

“But Mr.Styles…” She whined, her hands reaching to play with his tie. “I don’t want to learn from someone else. Like I told you, it’s…” She leaned down to whisper in his ear. “So hard.” She whispered, grinding her hear against his erection. He gulped, looking at her with wide eyes. He was in trouble.

“Um, miss, I need you to get off of me, this is highly inappropriate.” He said lowly, motioning for her to get off.

“But you don’t want that, Mr.Styles… I see the way you look at me in class. You want me. And I can feel you.” She smirked, pressing herself down on to his erection again causing him to groan.

“I can’t do this, it’s not right. What do you want?” He asked trying to keep his cool. It was very hard when he had a very, very attractive girl on top of him, grinding against him. Something he had had actually dreams about.

“I want your help… Make sure I get all A’s in this class. And if you do that, I’ll give you whatever you want.” She purred into his ear, hands trailing down his chest, lips pressing against his skin.

He was done.

His hands reaches to her, one hand grabbing her hair and fisting it like a pony tail, the other rested on her ass, spanking it lightly.
“So you want to be naughty, hmm? Seduce your teacher, make em give you want you want? Is that what you do?” He hissed quietly, his breathing heavy as he pulled her face close to his.

She smirked at him, loving the feeling of his hands gripping her roughly. She had wanted this for a long, long time.
“Mr.Styles, I’m only naughty for you I promise. I always touch myself at the thought of you. I think about you fucking me hard against the wall, and on your desk. And sucking you off under your desk while you grade papers. Don’t you want that?” She said in a Low voice. And that’s when Harry really cracked.

Yanking her face towards his, he kissed her hard. Deeply and and sloppily, their lips met and tongues came out, swirling around each other. Both of their hands were traveling each other’s bodies, her hands in his hair and his on her ass. Pulling her against him as closely as he could he mumbled against her lips.
“So fùcking sexy baby, god damn it. Wanted you for so long. Came in here with those short skirts and small shirts, wanting to kill me.” He growled in between kisses. She nodded and whimpered.

“Please, Mr.Styles… Touch me.” She said taking his hand and putting it on top of her heat. He lifted the skirt she was wearing and slid his hand inside her panties, finding her clit and rubbing gentle circles. “You’re so wet, fück. Wet for me aren’t you?” He murmured into her ear.

“Yes, yes please… All for you, more.” She whined, bucking her wetness into his hand. He nodded and slipped a finger into her, cursing at how tight she was. “You’re so tight, baby. Shit. You’ll feel so good wrapped around me.” She moaned at his words, wanting what he was offering so badly.

Her hands tugged on his belt signaling she wanted it off. He stood up and signaled for her to get on her knees, and as soon as she could she grabbed at his belt and undid it.

“Desperate little girl…” He chuckled as she hurried to unbutton and unzip his pants, tugging down his boxers. As soon as she saw his length, her eyes widened. It was bigger than what she’s ever seen, and she almost moaned out loud at the thought of it inside of her. Carefully she reached up and grabbed it, stroking it a couple of times, looking mesmerized.“ So big…”

Harry on the other hand was swimming in pleasure. He had a pretty young girl on her knees, small hands wrapped around his cock. When she stared pressing kisses on it, he knew he was one lucky son of a bitch.
“That’s it baby, that’s nice.” He hummed.

She slowly took the tip of him inside her mouth sucking gently, before starting to bob up and down on his cock. And well Harry, he was in heaven. Her warm mouth wrapped around him was just what he needed.

“Yes, fuck yes.” He cursed as her hand moved to scratch down his stomach under his shirt. His hips bucked into her mouth making her gag a bit, but he didn’t care. It was all so good.

When he felt himself getting close he pulled her off his cock and motioned for her to stand up.
“Bend over the desk.” He said lowly, and she did as told, only wiggling her ass. It was stopped only seconds later by his large hand spanking her harshly this time. She gasped and tried to move away from his hand but he grabbed her waist quickly.

“No. If you want to tease me, you get punished.” He grit through his teeth, spanking her 10 more times. She whimpered and whined, but pain turned to pleasure after the fifth strike. She was aching now, dripping wet for him.

He took his cock and teased her folds with it, rubbing her clit with the head. “Do you want it baby? Tell me how badly.”

She nodded rapidly and pleaded with him, hiccuping because she was so desperate for it.
“Please sir, I need it so badly. I’ve wanted it for so long, please please fuck me.” That’s all Harry needed to hear before sliding into her.

Immediately he felt the warmth, the wetness and the tightness. She felt amazing just wrapped around him, he could feel her throbbing with need. He decided he had teased her enough, starting to slowly thrust into her. The wetness spread all over his cock and thighs but he didn’t care, it was so fùcking good.

“Harder, more.” She whined, sticking her ass out for harder thrusts. But what she got was a spanking again.
“Don’t be fucking greedy.” He hissed in her ear, thrusting slower.

Finally he felt like he was going nuts with the slow thrusts and without warning started to thrust faster and harder. The breath left her lungs as she leaned over the desk, knocking over his pencils and paper but he didn’t care.

Her hands were holding on to the edge of the desk desperately as he thrusted into her.
“So good, Mr.Styles, uh.” She cried out. He smirked and pulled out, leaving her whining.

“Shut up baby, sit on top of the desk. I want to see your face while I fuck you.” He smirked, and she sat in the desk opening her legs. He pushed her down to lay on the desk and pushed into her.

He immediately started pounding into her, not caring anymore if people heard her screams. He leaned over as his cock went in and out of her at a rapid pace, taking her face into his hand.

“You like this don’t you? Like being fucked like a naughty schoolgirl over a desk by your teacher. I knew you wanted my cock, fuck.” He growled, going harder and faster.

“I want you to cum around my cock, and then you’re going to suck it. I’m going to cum in that pretty mouth.” He groaned, reaching down to rub her clit.

Her legs started shaking, her mouth opening and no sound coming out until a loud scream erupted from her throat as she clenched, climaxing all over him.

Slowing his thrusts, he caresses her face. “That’s it baby, calm down. You did do good.” He kissed her nose gently, waiting for her to calm down. Her legs were still shaking and she was out of breath, and as much as it prided him to know he caused that, she was still his student and he still cared about her well being. So if she couldn’t breath, that would be a problem.

When she calmed down enough she tugged him down by his hair and kissed him messily, teeth clashing and biting lips, putting her thanks into the kiss. Then she slid down the desk to sit on her knees in front of him, taking his dick into her mouth, sucking on the tip as she stroked him.

“Cum for me, Mr.Styles.” She spoke softly and that’s all it took. He came, hard, in her mouth, holding the back of her head to him as he thrusted into her mouth a few times, roaring a loud “FUCK.”

Panting, he sat in his chair and tugged her into his lap.
“You get an A+.”

Imagine... your little sister wins a tickets to the meet and greet

Let’s just start out by saying: my seven year old little sister is absolutely madly in love with four guys… and I know all of their songs because of it. Of course, mom and dad are always working and since I just turned 18, I, apparently, need to take a bigger role in the family (which means looking after my sister). That’s why I was nominated to be my sister’s caretaker while she goes and meets One Direction after entering a contest about a billion times. Everyone was incredibly surprised when she won, but here we are, ready to meet them.

“Do you think they’re nice?” My sister, Emma, asks.

“I’m sure they are,” I nod, smiling at her sweetly. She grabs my hand and her palms are sweating like crazy.

A man walks up to us and nods, “you two are Emma and Y/N?” he asks. We nod and he says, “follow me.” Emma’s eyes widen and I squeeze her hand as if to tell her to calm down. I’ve always been a believer in treating everyone as an equal, so when I heard that the only way you can meet these four boys is to win a contest, I got a little pissed off. I mean, wouldn’t they want people to treat them like normal human beings? Not have people screaming around them all the time? I know I would.

The man brings us into a sort of sad and empty room, where the four boys are standing around and talking. Emma freezes in her steps when she sees Niall, who is her favorite. She never shuts up about him. I know way too much about him already because she talks my ear off. “That’s him,” she whispers loudly and looks up at me squeezing my hand until I’m positive my fingers are about to fall off.

“Go talk to him,” I suggest and she looks at me, terrified. “Do you want me to come with you?” I ask.

She nods and I roll my eyes teasingly. I have to tug her along.

“Hi,” I smile at him. He turns and grins.

“Hi, girls!” he greets us. Emma is absolutely stunned, “What are your guys’ names?”

“This is Emma,” I gesture to her and he looks down and gives her a little wave.

“And I’m Y/N.”

“Well it’s very nice to meet you both,” he says.

I squat down and rub her shoulder. “You ok without me?” I ask, “I have to use the bathroom.” 

She nods reluctantly and then I stand up, wave at Niall and then walk away. I soon figure out that I have no clue where the bathroom is, so I walk over to two of them talking to each other and ask. I tap the one I remember as Louis on the shoulder and they both turn, stopping their conversation.

“Sorry to bother,” I ask and smily shyly, “But can you tell me where the bathroom is?”

Louis smiles at me and then I glance over at Harry, who completely stops me in my tracks. I’ve seen photos, but this boy is twenty times as gorgeous in person. His eyes are twenty times greener, his hair looks softer, and his skin is absolute perfection. The way he tilts his head to the side and swipes his tongue over his lip makes my heart start beating really fast. He purses his lips when he catches me staring and then gives me a knowing smile as if he knows i like him. What can he expect, though? Pretty much everyone who meets him does. I don’t know what he’s like as a person, but, I mean, look at him. He doesn’t say anything—just stares at me as Louis takes this one.

“Yeah, uh, it’s out that door then take a left and it’s at the end of the hall.”

“Thanks,” I nod and steal another look at Harry as I walk away.

When I get out of the stall in the restroom, I receive a call from my friend and I pick up. “Yeah?” I answer.

“Are you with them?” she asks.

“I’m in the bathroom right now,” I say, walking out and rushing back into the room to check up on Emma.

“What are they like?” She asks frantically.

“I don’t know… I haven’t really talked to them much. Emma seems to be having a good time.” I open the door again, walking back in and looking around the room.

“Well get back out there and talk to Harry for me!“

“I would really like to,” I chuckle, catching sight of Emma making conversation with Niall, “But he’s kind of intimidating,” I say.

“Who’s intimidating?” I hear a deep voice as someone walks up from behind me. Harry Styles stands in front of me and crosses his arms, giving me a sly smile.

I chuckle holding up a finger to him and turning a bit so I can talk to my friend,

“Uh, I have to go,” I tell her.

“What? What’s going on?” She asks.

“I’ll call you after,” I say and then hang up, puffing out a laugh and looking back at Harry.

“I’m Harry,” he holds out a hand.

I nod and smile, “Y/N,” shaking his hand. Wow, his hands are soft.

“What’s so important that you’d be on your phone instead of talking to me?” He flirts. I roll my eyes and my cheeks start to burn up. “Your boyfriend being overprotective?”

“It was my friend, actually, wanted to check up on you,” I giggle, “She’s a huge fan.”

“And you’re not?” he asks.

I glare at him jokingly, “I didn’t say I wasn’t a fan… My little sister is a bigger one, though,” I say, pointing at my Emma. “And so I know practically every lyric to all of your songs.”

“That’s your sister?” He raises his eyebrows and grins, “She’s an absolute sweetheart! Does it run in the family?”

“It skipped me,” I shrug.

“Doubtful,” he crosses his arms, “You seem like a nice girl.”

“We’ll see,” I squint playfully.

“So tell me,” he says, “What do you do for a living?” 

“I see we’re playing that angle,” I nod, pursing my lips, “Uh, I’m going to college to study sociology, but for now, I’m working at the Home Depot in the bathroom department.”

“Sick! I was going to study sociology!” He grins adorably.

“High school dropout?” I tease.

He shrugs, grinning cheekily, “I’ve taken a few gap years.”

“As long as you’re happy, though,” I shrug, “I mean, I’d love to be doing what you’re doing… I’m sure anyone would.”

“Do you play music?”

“I’ve been playing music since longer than I can remember,” I nod.

“Have any favorite bands?” He asks.

“Uh…” I bite my bottom lip and look up, trying to think of band names, “It’s a nearly impossible question to answer, but I really love the Fray, uh, Amy Winehouse, Coldplay, Led Zeppelin, The Weeknd, Ed Sheeran, a whole bunch that don’t really coincide.”

“That’s awesome,” He says, “Well, I’d absolutely love to hear your music,” he says. “Care to sing for me now?”

I shake my head vigorously, “Absolutely not. Especially not now.”

“What? Then when will you?” he whines.

“Not today,” I laugh, “Not tomorrow, not the next day…”

“What about the day after that?” He asks and I laugh but I can see in his face that he’s serious.

“Huh?” I furrow my eyebrows.

“I’ve got the day off,” he says, “we can meet up and you can sing for me… show me around the city?”

“We can, can we?” I tease.

“Don’t leave me here with blue balls, Y/N,” he jokes, “I want to hear you sing!”

“I’m really not that great at singing,” I laugh and he looks at me expectantly,

“But I suppose a day out with you wouldn’t be too awful.”

He grins and picks his phone out of his pocket, opening the contact app and handing it to me. I type in my contact information and hand the phone back to him. He types something in the box and moments later, my phone beeps. I take it out of my bag. It reads, “hi y/n.” I roll my eyes and type back, “hi harry.“

“Now how do I know you won’t track me down and kill me?” I ask.

“I don’t think I could get away with that,” he winks, “and I wouldn’t really fancy going on a date with a dead girl.”

“A date?” 

“Yeah. A date.”

Harry Styles Dirty Imagine: You’ve Never Orgasmed Before (Long)

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If you want to know why I’ve been posting all week, It’s because I’m going to Chicago for the weekend and won’t be able to post while I’m in the hotel. I can’t take my laptop, and I can’t exactly get the app. Anyway, this imagine is dedicated to my good friend @narrystwerkstar. So, this imagine is written a bit differently, but I hope you like it. Also, this imagine is more sweet than dirty, but there is a little smut. Thank you for all of your support! Here it is!

[Y/N] was laid down on the bed in nothing but her black lace panties, with her boyfriend of 8 months, Harry Styles, on top of her in only his boxers. They made eye contact before gently pressing their soft lips together. Harry knew she was nervous, this being their first time, but [Y/N] wasn’t worried because of that. She loved him very much and wanted to give him her everything, but she was scared of Harry giving her his everything.

***[Y/N] wasn’t a virgin. She’s had sex with her ex, who was her current boyfriend at the time. He wasn’t as gentle taking her virginity as she’d hoped, but she didn’t do anything about it. There was aspirin. Not only was he rough, but he finished and that was the end of that. She never came, and he never noticed. [Y/N] didn’t say anything or do anything about it. She just left what was as is. If he didn’t know, then maybe he didn’t care enough to notice. She shook her thoughts aside until another night came where they had sex. Again, no orgasm, no complaining, no nothing. She simply lost faith and feelings for him the way he had to her. When he fell asleep, she packed her bags and left with a simple ‘goodbye’ note. The next day he came to her doorstep, with no sign of emotions. 

“Did we break up?” He asked simply.

“Yes” She stated coldly.

“OK” He said, before spinning on his heal and sliding into his car. She watched him leave, but before he drove off, he quickly dialed some numbers on his phone. [Y/N] heard him talking through his open car window.

“Hey, yeah. We’re on for tonight, babe. Love you. Bye” He said, with emotions.

Now, it was [Y/N]’s turn to spin on her heal and walk away emotionless. Once again, not doing anything about it.***

And Harry never knew

[Y/N] pulled herself out of her thoughts to see Harry down in between her legs. Her panties were still on, but Harry was looking up at her waiting for approval. As much as she wanted to bury it deep down, he needed to know, and he needed to know now.

“Harry?” [Y/N] asked.

“Yes, baby?” Harry said, his attention fully on her.

“I have to tell you something” She said nervously. 

“Anything” Harry assured her.

[Y/N] worked up the nerves to tell Harry the story of her ex. It was awkward for her to say, but Harry didn’t mind and was understanding every word of it. Sometimes [Y/N] wonders why she was so lucky to get a guy like Harry to herself. In moments like these, Harry wonders the exact same thing.

———-

“So, you’ve never orgasmed before?” Harry asked, making sure he understood correctly. 

[Y/N] nodded shyly. Harry took [Y/N]’s chin in his hand and tilted in upward so she was staring into his lust filled emerald green eyes. He gently kissed her forehead.

“It’s okay baby. I am gonna make sure that you cum, and I will show you how much you mean to me.” Harry said lovingly before kissing her lips one more time. He made his way down South, but wasn’t in a hurry. He made sure to kiss every inch of her skin, and with each kiss he said something he loved about her. “I love…”

“Your eyes”

“Your smile”

“Your personality”

Your laugh”

“Your body”

Harry said. Not once did he hesitate before saying something he loved about [Y/N]. The words flowed to his lips naturally. Besides, there was nothing to dislike about her. In his eyes, [Y/N] was perfect. He’s never thought otherwise.

After endless kisses and smiles, Harry made his way to [Y/N]’s core. He looked up into her mesmerizing eyes that he adores so much. She gave him a small nod of approval, allowing Harry to carry on doing what he was doing. He bit onto her black lace panties and pulled them down slowly with his teeth, gently blowing cool air onto her heat as he passed it. He smiled slightly as goosebumps rose to her skin and she shuddered underneath him.

Once her underwear was completely off, he got to work. He didn’t tease or do anything for his own personal pleasure. Tonight was about [Y/N] and how much he loved her.

He took a long, slow lick up her slit. [Y/N] let out a throaty moan that told Harry to continue and that she was enjoying this. He attached his lips to her clit and sucked on it. [Y/N]’s eyes fluttered closed. Harry then flicked his tongue on her clit and flicked, circled, and figure-eights patterns. [Y/N] arched her back to the pleasure that she hadn’t felt before. Harry stuck his long tongue into her core and swiveled in around, feeling and tasting her. [Y/N] moaned louder, signaling she was almost there.

Harry sucked on her clit again and stuck two long fingers into her, pumping quickly and aiming them upward to hit her G-Spot. [Y/N] shook underneath him.

“H-Harry” [Y/N] managed to say.

“It’s okay, baby. Let go” Harry encouraged her. Her moans got louder and she came onto Harry’s fingers and mouth. He worked her through her orgasm and cleaned her up afterwords. 

“How was that, baby?” Harry asked. He hoped she enjoyed it. [Y/N] smiled and nodded, too weak to speak. 

“You must be tired after all of that pleasure.” Harry said and crawled over to lay next to her. He pulled up the blanket and he laid down beside [Y/N], but she refused to lay down.

“What about you?” [Y/N] asked. Harry was so busy making sure that she finished, that he never got anything. 

“Shhh. Don’t worry about me. Another night, okay? Let’s just relax.” Harry said. [Y/N] nodded and snuggled close to him. He wrapped his arm around her waist.

“I love you” Harry said and kissed [Y/N] atop her head.

“I love you too, Harry.” [Y/N] said. Then they both fell asleep peacefully next to each other. Harry wasn’t even mad that nothing happened to him. He was just happy to make [Y/N] feel good and show her how much he loves her. And she will forever be grateful for having Harry in her life, much like Harry.

THE END!!!


I really like this one, and I hope you did too. Please tell me what you thought about how it was written. Thanks for reading!   

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A little bit of fetus harry for your timeline, you are welcome ~K

Imagine... you’re buying Christmas gifts

I looked down at my list. Harry and I had gotten Christmas presents for my dad, his mom and dad, my brother, and his sister.

“Who else do we need to get gifts for?” Harry asked. I crossed all the names off the list.

“My mom,” I said, pursing my lips and looking back up at him.

“What do you think she would like?” He asked, tapping his foot, seemingly impatient. 

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, “We could always just look around for a little while until we see something promising.”

“Okay,” He said and we began walking past shops. We chatted until we realized we’d crossed nearly the entire mall and weren’t even looking for anything. We were too caught up in our conversation on whether Santa is real or not and him teasing me for thinking he is. Santa is real (I have proof). Harry stopped abruptly and I turned to him, confused.

“What?” I asked.

“Did you see any shops, or should we go get lunch now?” He asked and I rolled my eyes, looking around the area we were in. We were right near Teavana, Hollister, Macy’s, CVS, and…

“That sex shop,” Harry laughed, “I’ve been in there before. Fun place.”

“Shut up, Styles. You’re so immature,” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms waiting for him to get bored and ask to leave again. He didn’t. His head whipped back to me and he had a mischievous glint in his eye.

“You ever been in a sex shop before?” He asked.

“No, and I don’t intend on going in one today… or tomorrow… or ever,” I said, “We should get something at Teavana… she likes tea—”

Harry interrupted, “Can we stop in pleasures of the heart first?” He begged like a little boy and I glared at him.

“The only fucking thing you want these days…” I cursed under my breath, walking towards him and pushing him lightly toward the store, “I swear to god all you think about is sex.” Harry heard me the entire time and he was smiling smugly to himself. 

The atmosphere was quite inviting, actually. The lights were rather dimmed and gave off a warm light. Of course, the stacks of dildos on the walls took away from the romantic vibe they had going on. A lady who seemed to be in her thirties walked in front of us before we could even move farther into the store.

“How can I help you?” She asked, smiling brightly. It seemed like they didn’t have very much business since we had her full attention and there was only one other person in the store who seemed rather sketchy.

“Oh, we’re just browsing…” I said and Harry stared off aimlessly at the goodies on the shelves.

“Are you looking for a dildo?” She asked, “A vibrator?”

I was about to say no, when I decided I would have a little fun with it and play along. This caught Harry’s attention. “Yeah, actually. My boyfriend and I are looking for a vibrator,” I said, grabbing his hand so he was stood next to me. He gave me a funny look and then a knowing smile and we nodded at each other. “Right, babe?” I squeezed his hand and he grunted yes.

Harry and I weren’t dating. He’d been a close friend since we were twelve we knew basically everything about each other. We could joke and tease one another without getting offended and we could go in detail about every sexual experience we’d ever had without a second of it being awkward. He was my best friend. There was a tiny bit more, of course, because how could there not be? He’s gorgeous.

Still holding his hand tightly, I leaned in closer to the woman but didn’t lower the volume of my voice so I knew Harry could still hear me. “Harry, here, hasn’t got much luck in the lower register. We’re looking for something big.”

“Hey!” I heard him protest from behind me. I looked back and he glared at me. I winked at him and he just shook his head.

“Alright,” She giggled and led us to the back room where they had the vibrators and we looked for a couple of minutes, making fun of some of the things on the walls, many of them truly resembling dicks. Harry even found a pair of fake boobs that he begged me to buy him for his Christmas present, but I didn’t hesitate to refuse because I was using my credit card and my mom sees everything that I buy on that credit card.

“Have you had enough?” I chuckled, starting to walk to the exit.

We thanked the store clerk and left the shop, walking down to a nice restaurant down the road from the mall.

The waiter sat us down at a table in the middle of the restaurant and we ordered. I ordered the tomato soup and he ordered a BLT. Right after the waiter took our menus, I stood up and spoke, “I have to go to the bathroom.” Harry was looking down at my phone when I said it and he took a second to glance up at me. He nodded before I left. There was a short line to the bathroom so I stood there for a couple of minutes since it was a one-toilet bathroom.
Finally, it was my turn to go into the bathroom but right before I opened the door, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me back so I was pressed up against a wall. The lighting was dim but I could see Harry’s outline very near to my face. He had his hand pressed up against the wall next to my head so I couldn’t move. He made it clear to me that I should have no intention of going anywhere.

“What are you doing?” I whispered while his torso moved closer to mine.
“Do you really think I’m small?” He asked, “Babe?” Mocking me for what I called him in the store. I wasn’t bothered.

I smirked at him and I didn’t say anything. I just crossed my arms. His features became clearer to me and I could see that he looked serious. I enjoyed teasing him so much to the point where he got frustrated and felt like he had to prove himself right.

“Well I’d like to prove it to you…” He began in a deep, hushed voice, taking in a deep breath, “That I fuck harder than you can imagine.”

My heart started beating really fast as his words immediately turned me on. I bit my lip and didn’t say anything. We stood there a second, looking into each other’s eyes and then lips. Harry suddenly crashed his lips against mine and pressed his frame fully against mine and I could already feel him hardening in his pants. He brought both hands down to my hips and pushed them against his, making me grind against him while he moaned into the kiss. His hands roamed my thighs and I started to get wet as he reached the place I needed him most.

I broke the kiss quickly, looking around to see if anybody had been watching us and when I saw that the coast was clear, I pushed him into the bathroom, where the lights were dimmed, just like the store. There was a shelf on one of the walls and a sink to the left of the door.

He pressed me against a wall again and continued our kiss. He bit my bottom lip slowly and lightly while his hand slowly rubbed me through my leggings. I breathed heavily as he continued to do so. He swiped his tongue against my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I let him in, our tongues fighting for dominance. I brought my hand down to his crotch, feeling him tighten through his jeans. He was most certainly not small. I never believed he was, to be honest. I couldn’t lie; I had looked a couple of times when he was sitting in his boxers on the couch, watching movies with me or when he got out of the shower and he had his towel wrapped around his hips. He should definitely be proud.

I slowly and teasingly unbuttoned his jeans and simply brought my hands back up, dragging them along his stomach and up to his shoulders where I rested my arms to tangle my fingers in his hair. I could feel the frustration in his kiss as he breathed more heavily. I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, messaging for him to take it of and he happily obliged, revealing his rather large collection of tattoos that I’d always found incredibly hot. I pecked his lips once more and left a trail of wet kisses down his jaw. I sucked the sweet spots on his neck, leaving a few love bites that would last quite a while, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. I dragged my lips all the way down to his jeans, where the zipper was undone. I pulled his jeans down slowly and he eagerly kicked them off, the only thing left on him his boxer briefs. He was already extremely hard and I could see the outline through his underwear. Slowly, I kissed his shaft through the fabric, my mouth leaving a wet spot on his underwear. He looked down at me desperately while I licked a stripe up his shaft until I reached the tip. I felt him tangle his hands in my hair while I swirled my tongue around the head, feeling it getting even harder.

Tauntingly, I pulled his underwear down to his ankles and his cock sprung out proudly. It was probably the largest one I’d ever seen and I was mildly afraid I wasn’t going to fit it in my mouth. I looked up at him and he smirked at me. I began slowly, still teasing him and bobbing my head, only getting past the tip. All of a sudden, though, took as much of him in my mouth as I could and I heard a moan above me while his hand tugged at my hair lightly. I bobbed my head quickly, using my hand to cover the part of his length that I could reach with my mouth. His moans became louder and louder until he groaned, “Oh my god, Y/N, I’m going to cum…” and I immediately stopped, standing and pulling my pants and thong down to my feet, kicking them off and pulling him back up against me. This time, he more violently pressed me against the wall and sucked hard on the skin right below the curve of my jaw and I gasped loudly, feeling a tightness building up in my stomach. Harry’s hands roamed my thighs but wouldn’t touch me quite where I needed him most.

“Please don’t tease,” I whispered while he looked down and smirked at me. He slowly got onto his knees and hitched my leg over his shoulder. I placed my hand on the sink next to me for balance while I looked down at him. Still making eye contact, he kissed the inside of my thighs, sucking hard on the skin, making me sure he would leave a mark.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmured under my breath but I knew he heard me. He placed kisses on both thighs and then on my clit, instantly sending shivers up my spine. He began to lick and suck on my clitoris, my body completely becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. His tongue teased my entrance, licking me up and down. Harry suddenly entered one finger into me, pumping it in and out, curving his finger up to hit the right places. Damn, he was good. I gasped loudly as he pushed another finger in, his lips meeting my clitoris again, his tongue pressing against it at a quick rhythm. He began to pump faster and faster until he bit my clit lightly, sending me completely over the edge as I released all over his fingers.

Harry bent down to grab his jeans and I saw him fiddle with the pockets until he pulled out a small package.

“Where did you get the condom?” I asked.

“Stole it from the store…” He replied smoothly and we both chuckled quietly.
I took the condom from his hands and rolled it on, looking at his face to see his eyebrows furrowing and his eyes clenching. He was so incredibly hard that he was oozing pre-cum. 

“Fuck me,” I said against his lips, one knee bent and my foot up on the sink so he had full access. Harry positioned himself at my entrance and moved his shaft against my folds, teasing me. He entered me with his tip and looked back at my eyes.

“Do you want me?” He whispered.

I bit my lip and nodded.

“Say it out loud.”

“I want you. I fucking want you,” I growled and he pushed himself in completely, immediately beginning to thrust into me quickly. Harry grabbed the small of my back and helped me arch it so he could have more access and he began to hit the right spot over and over again, waves of pleasure flowing through my body as he pounded into me harder and harder. I could feel him becoming sloppier, clearly reaching his high when I pushed him off, quickly pushing him down on his back so I was positioned over him. I stared at his expression as I sunk down on him, my hips grinding against his. He shut his eyes tightly as I pressed my hands against his chest. Harry placed his hands on my hips, guiding me. I started to bounce up and down on his cock, watching the muscles in his stomach contract and his mouth moaning strings of curse words mixed with my name. I couldn’t contain my moans, either. The room was a mess of moans and euphoria, no doubt, this experience being the best I’d ever had.

“Oh, fuck!” Harry gasped, “I’m gonna cum!” He arched his back while he filled up the condom inside of me, biting his lip hard. After he was finished completely, Harry flipped me over so I was lying on the carpeted part of the floor of the fancy bathroom and mercilessly pounded into me as hard and as quickly as he could, hitting my G spot every single time. I felt my orgasm build up in my stomach quickly while he dipped his head down to kiss my neck. I moaned loudly as I raked my nails against his back without hesitation and while I reached my high, I dug them into his skin, bucking my hips upward and screaming out his name. Harry fell down on the floor next to me, snaking his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into him. I nuzzled my face in his neck, which I’d done so many times before but it really seemed that it meant nothing much to either of us.

Both of us were still panting and he played with a few strands of my hair gently, his breathing calming down. He kissed me on the forehead and I closed my eyes, getting lost in the moment.

“Well fuck,” I muttered and we both laughed breathily. “I hope that’s not the last time this happens.”

sorry to rant but

I’ve noticed a pattern in how the fandom reacts to things…

-louis: hangs out w/ his friends (some of whom are gross)

  • some people: don’t hang out with them :/ they’re gross :/ hang out w/ 1D instead please

-harry: hangs out w/ his friends (some of whom are gross)

  • some people: yesss look at harry making those connections!! I love how he’s friends with older, more mature people (1D is not mentioned at all)

-louis: wears adidas (whom he has a contract with)

  • some people: I don’t like when he wears adidas…he’s so much better than that brand, he only wears it because he’s contractually obligated

-harry: wears YSL (whom he has a contract with)

  • some people: amazing! look at harry serving these #looks, he’s such a fashion icon

-louis: wears something other than adidas

  • some people: oh thank god! I hate adidas I think it’s trashy and you can tell he likes better, more expensive brands than that

-harry: wears something other than YSL

  • some people: * compliment his style without insulting YSL at all*

-danielle: exists, is close to louis, & their outings are publicized

  • some people: when will this end oh my god… I’m tired of this D list celebrity just using louis to gain fame. she just seems like…an annoying person I really don’t like her at all :/

-kendall: exists, is friends with harry, & their outings are highly publicized

  • some people: aww I actually don’t mind this…kendall seems really sweet and she’s adorable, also you can tell she and harry get along really well and she’s not just using him or anything

to sum up:

-harry, his friends, his style, and kendall: are seen by some people as expensive, “high class”, and dignified. everything surrounding this screams “I’m a famous, A list celebrity” and these people love it

-louis, his friends, his style,and danielle: are seen by some people as trashy, less expensive, or “lower class”. everything surrounding this is “casual, not really trying to impress anybody, or “lazy” and undignified” and yet…these people don’t love it as much as they seem to love everything surrounding harry

I wonder?? why?? this is?? the case????

xx

Cramping up

She felt the ache in her stomach and the wetness between her legs and instantly knew. Groaning, she buried her face into the pillow, small tears coming to her eyes from the cramps. She hoped that the blood didn’t leak on to the bed but knew it was vey unlikely.

Harry was just waking up, his arm around her waist. He moved to bury his face in her back, but woke up a bit more when he heard her sniffle. “Mm babe what’s wrong?” He asked sleepily.

She felt dread fill her body. She wanted to get up and clean herself up before he woke up but now that wouldn’t happen.
“Nothing. I’m fine.” She snapped, burrowing even further into the pillow.
She whimpered with a particularly painful cramp squeezed at her stomach, and Harry knew then what was going on. That happened almost every time it became her time of the month.

“Oh love…” He cooed, placing small kisses to her shoulder. “Let me run you a bath, yeah? With those night bath things you have? And then I can go out and get you some food, and we can watch movies all day if you’d like.” He said softly.

When she got her period, the first day was always the worst. She had the worst cramps and headaches and was moody, but always ended up clinging to him.

She nodded and slowly got up, Harry getting up as well and walked to the bathroom to run her bath water. She cringed as she found the formally crisp white sheets to be stained with red, tears springing to her eyes again. Walking to the bathroom, she threw her panties in the hamper and sat on the toilet. Harry was very comfortable with her, and she , him, so this was almost normal.

“Gotta change the sheets when I get out… I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you new ones.” She whispered embarrassed. But Harry didn’t care in the slightest. Sheets were just sheets, but the fact that she was feeling so poorly made him upset. “Don’t worry, lovebug. I’ll change them before I leave to get you food. You want Doritos, Oreos, vanilla ice cream and pizza, right?” Those were things she normally craved during this time.

Another wave of cramps hit her and a sad whine left her mouth, but she still nodded. “Thank you, love you.” She said softly. Harry put the bath bomb in, and leaned down to kiss her. “You get in and I’ll change the sheets and I’ll be on my way. Make sure to get in all cuddly and warm, left my flannel out for you. When I get back I want to hold you.” He pressed another kiss to her forehead before leaving to get the stuff.

After a relaxing bath and slathering in lotion, she got into his flannel and laid in bed, turning on holiday baking wars. Harry soon walked in with 2 bags and a box of pizza.

“Here you are lovely. A cheese pizza, cool ranch /and/ nacho Doritos, double stuffed Oreos, vitamin water, vanilla ice cream, and I also threw in a bag of little kit kats.” He handed her the bags before taking off his shoes and climbing into bed with her.

She ate the pizza, Harry having a few slices before the cramps started up again. They were horrible cramps, worse than any girl he had ever heard of. She whimpered and tears went to her eyes, and Harry felt his heart ache at her pain. His hands went to her stomach, rubbing gently to her tummy to help smooth the cramps. She instantly relaxed into his touch.

Lazy kisses to her forehead and spoonfuls of ice cream guided to her mouth, Harry had no problems taking care of her. Mood swings and bloody sheets, he loved her all the same.

Imagine... you get sick and he takes care of you

I wake up in the middle of the night, my stomach cramping worse than it ever has in my life. I think of waking Harry up, but he looks so angelic and peaceful right next to me. I get up and out of bed, suddenly feeling sick and run to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet and throwing up tonight’s dinner. This can’t be happening right now. I start to cough, trying to keep it quiet, but the door to the bathroom slowly creaks open.

“Y/N, love, are you alright?” Harry asks and I look up at him. His eyes are practically still shut, blinded by the fluorescent light of the bathroom. Once his eyes adjust, though, a concerned expression crosses his face and he rushes over to help me.

“I’m fine,” I say, my throat burning as I lean over the toilet to throw up again. He gathers my hair in the back of my head and rubs big circles on the back with the palm of his hand. I sit back up after coughing a few more times and he combs his fingers through my hair. I start to sweat because the room that felt so cold only a few seconds ago suddenly feels like a sauna… or hell. Hell is more of an accurate word.

“I’m sorry,” I groan. “It was probably that horrid cake I made last night,” I joke, trying to lighten up the mood, but clearly it’s more than just food poisoning. He chuckles behind me and stands up slowly.

“I’ll go get the thermometer,” he says. I look up at him and nod. I throw up a few more times, making incredibly unpleasant hacking sounds, while he’s away. He comes back in a few minutes later, slowly sliding the thermometer under my tongue. A few moments later, it starts beeping and I look down at the number. 102.9°f. Fuck. I groan. “let me see,” he says and I hand him the thermometer and sulk up at him. “I started some tea,” he sighs, “would you like to go to the kitchen and drink some?”

I nod, a dull headache threatening my forehead. I groan as he helps me up, wrapping his arm around my waist just in case I’m too weak. I walk over to the sink and brush my teeth, ridding my mouth of that awful acidic taste. “Are you feeling better?” he asks, “Like, do you think you’re going to throw up again?”

I take a sip of water and shake my head, “I think I’ve gotten rid of all my internal organs as well as all the food I’ve ever eaten in my whole life.“

“Well, at least we know it’s over, then…” he smiles sympathetically. We walk into the kitchen and he sits me at one of the tall chairs at the kitchen counter.

“I suppose…”

“How are you feeling otherwise?” He asks.

“Well other than the feeling that my eyes are about to fall out of my head, heat flashes, a sore throat, and a stomach ache, I’m doing great,” I smile weakly. “You can go back to sleep if you want… you don’t have to stay up with me.” I feel badly keeping him up like this. I hate to burden him. He always tells me he’s not burdened, but I can’t imagine anyone being fine with this sort of thing. I know I would be annoyed.

“I’m so sorry, love,” he apologizes. I shiver, suddenly getting cold again and he sees, running over to the couch and grabbing a blanket to drape around my shoulders. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses my temple as I take another sip of my tea. “We’ll get you to a doctor as soon as the sun comes up. And I’m not going back to bed. I’d rather stay up with you, you know? To make sure you’re okay… For now, though, we can watch a movie?”

He leans in for a little kiss but I pull away and look at him like he’s mental. “I can’t kiss you,” I say, “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Oh, right,” he shakes his head, “sorry…”

I sigh, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. An idea hits me. “Speaking of sorry,” I smile, trying to keep my chin up for him and seem a little less dead than I feel, “have you got the board game?”

He nods, “You want to play?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” I shrug and he goes over to the cabinet by the television and grabs the board game from it, setting it up on the ground. I walk over and sit cross-legged on the floor.

“Which one do you want?” he asks, referring to the color of the game pieces. I furrow my eyebrows and look at them. I reach down and grab the green ones and he takes the blue ones. “You can go first.”

I flip over the top card and move one of my pieces two places. He goes next, moving his one place. We continue to play, and slowly the game gets more and more interesting. He draws a four and he moves his piece and backwards four places and hits mine, saying “Sorry,” and then sticking a tongue out at me.

“Hey,” I complain, “You cheated!”

“Did not!” he frowns.

“You’re only allowed to move it four places ahead not behind,” I say, picking up my green piece. We sound like children; so innocent and young, playing my favorite childhood board game.

“No,” he shakes his head quickly, ready to explain why I’m wrong, “You can move it backwards, too, if you get a four. I promise I’m not making it up.” He pulls out the instructions and shows it to me and as a matter of fact, he is correct.

I fold my arms over my chest and try and suppress a smile. “I’m the sick one,” I joke and try and make excuses, “take it easy on me!”

“I thought you hated pity,” he raises his eyebrows and smiles.

“Whatever, loser,” I roll my eyes, “Let’s just keep playing.”

I end up winning the game and Harry antagonizes me, telling me I cheated and that he let me win. He helps me sit up on the couch and he turns on the television to nickelodeon, where they’re playing re-runs of Spongebob episodes from the early 2000’s. The prime time for that television show. He sits down next to me and I lay down in his lap. He plays with my hair gently, combing his fingers through it until we both fall asleep.

The next morning, I wake up alone on the couch. When I hoist myself up, my head instantly starts to ache and my eyeballs are heavy. When I walk into the kitchen, I’m introduced to more tea, soup, sliced bananas, applesauce, toast, and my lovely boyfriend standing and waiting for me. He greets me with a smile. “Good morning, angel,” he mumbles in his raspy morning voice.

“I probably look more like the Satan,” I laugh, “but…”

“Lucifer was supposed to be attractive, actually,” he mentions and I give him a sarcastic look and start to laugh. “Are you feeling any better?” he asks.

I give him a shrug, he walks over to me and presses the back of his hand against my forehead.

“You still feel like you’re burning up,” he says.

“Quite like Satan,” I joke, “I’m telling you, Harry, you’re dating the devil.”

“Well, then, I’m in love with the devil,” he says. I beam at him uncontrollably.

“I guess opposites attract,” I shrug.

He grins, “Now… I looked it up online and it told me that after you’re sick to your stomach, you should eat this stuff,” he explains, pointing to the food he set up on the table. It’s very nicely arranged, too, seemingly color-coded.

“Come here,” I summon him and he pads over to me. I envelop him in a hug. “Thank you so much, Harry, you truly are the best.”

“I love you,” he reminds me, “and since I can’t kiss you and you’re just so irresistible…” he kisses his fingers and presses them against my forehead.

“You’re such a dork,” I giggle at him, “But I guess I kind of love you, too.”

“Kind of?” he raises his eyebrows and smiles, dimples on full display.

I pinch my fingers and bring them in front of his face, “only a little.”

Preference #77 His Favorite Sex Position (Requested)

Harry: 

Normally it doesn’t matter to him what position you’re in at all. He’s always really gentle and passionate, giving you the ultimate pleasure is his main goal. You can do almost anything to drive him over the edge, so he savors every second with you,

Louis:

He’s smooth but sometimes sloppy. He knows what you like and he can always get it fast or slow. He prefers to quick, semi sloppy thrusts. He likes when you bring your own knees up to the sides of his chest, granting him more access. Bringing you both to the edge much faster than normal.

Niall: 

Not to say that we wants you to do most of the work but he knows how much more access you get when you’re on top. He’s able to fill you properly, and he loves being able to have strong eye contact with you the whole time.

Zayn: 

He fluxuates from moving slow and steady to fast and deep. Giving you the best of both worlds. He has to feel around for things to grip onto, knowing if he grabs onto you he is sure to leave some sort of mark on your small clad body.

Liam: 

Although you’re on top he still does most of the work for you. Rocking his hips up into your completely filling you. He locks lips with you the whole time for full passion exploring your mouth with his familiar tongue.