One direction dirty imagines

"Babe?" Your green eyed lover calls from the other side of your phone. You were making your way across your room, to your dresser.
"Harry," You answer while kneeling and pulling open one of your secret drawers. You were looking for something. Something that could easily replace a someone.
"You got quiet," You hear him chuckle nervously,"what are you doing?..I said…I’d throw you on the bed and climb over you."
You hurry back to the bed you’d usually be sharing with harry; if he wasn’t on tour, that is.
"I was getting comfortable and..you know, If you’d opted for taking your day off to come home..you could do that for real," You lie back, shimmying out of your panties.
"Babe…you’re 12 hours away from here..that just wouldn’t-" He stops abruptly when the first tiny moan slips from your lips. You had closed your eyes and started running your dildo up and down your wet pussy lips. His voice was enough to help you picture him doing it instead,"…y/n?..w..what are you doing?"
"You know," you say between moans, " I think I’d rather a dildo anyway."
You smirk softly to yourself, just thinking about the look on his face right now. He abruptly hangs up and you almost chuckle before continuing your business.
The next day is a quiet day. You put your foot up and binge watch Gossip Girl while rain pours outside for most of it. The heavy rain outside induces a nap that lasts almost the entire day and, when you wake up, the loud thunder outside almost makes the sound of your front door slam shut downstairs. You stand quickly, trying to be quiet and think logically. Maybe it was Blair?
Wait, Blair is a fictional character. Its a murderer. You’re gonna die. Oh my gosh. You’re going to die while wearing harry’s old sweat pants and a bralette from jc-penny.
Before you could even begin to device a plan, your bedroom door bursts open, the back of the door hitting hard against the wall so hard you could swear it was thunder. The flash of lightening outlines the man at your door. His large torso almost as much of an indicator as the butterfly tattoo on his chest.
You let out a relieved sigh, “Harry..thank G-“
"Don’t talk," he says, coming towards you, dropping his shirt on the floor, "I’m tried and jetlagged..but most of all..I’m here to make you regret that." His hands wrap around your waist when he gets to you."
”..regret what? Harry, are you delusional?” You look up at him, running your hands down his tones, bare chest because you can’t help it.
"What did I just say?" He speaks just before pressing his lips hard into yours. His hands run up your sides and you can’t help but moan softly because he knows exactly where to touch to get a reaction from you.
Before you can really process what’s going on, you’re both on your bed, naked, his body pressing down on yours. You reach up, rubbing your fingers through his curly mane and moan, spreading your legs for him.
"Tell me how much you want this?" He speaks into your neck as he sucks this.
"I though, " you let out a moan when he presses his hips down into you, so his dick just brushes against your opening. You were just about to tease a bit and bring up his no talking rule, but you couldn’t now. "Oh my gosh, Harry, I want you so bad. Baby please..don’t tease me. I need you."
You close your eyes, pulling on his hair harder as he finally slides his length into you. You let out a scream when he starts pumping, his body moving down on yours, hard and fast like he’s out of vengeance- not like you’re complaining.
You’re almost passed out when he cums and plops down next to you. All you can manage to do is keep breathing.

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