Harry Styles Dirty Fanfic Novels & Stories

Finally, we collapse, limbs tangled in a knot. Sweat covers us, pussies still twitching. I pull her close. 'This stays secret, Harper. Just us.' She nods, kissing me soft. 'Promise. Our forbidden thing.' We lie there, breathing heavy, bodies pressed tight.

She pout as Harry chuckle. " Don't worry. You will always look sexy in my eyes no matter what your weight is. " " Liar.. let's see after a couple of months if you still have the guts to say those to me. " Harry smirk. " Sure. Let's see. Because if I win you will do whatever I say. " Confusion filled her eyes as she stare at him. " And that is?? " Harry lean closer to her ear and whisper. " I will make love to you non-stop. "

And that was a huge thought, a huge realization, something that would take some adjusting to… “Aren’t you sweet?” Harry rose to their feet and skimmed the satin chemise from themselves, revealing a lean, long, athletic body. Their hair shimmered from the scoop of the fabric falling down around their shoulders and caressing their back as they bent over to remove the satin shorts, their arse cheeks taut and perfect temptations unabashedly pointed his way. Any thought of Autumn, Winter, or Cameron was banished from Jules’ mind.

Lily said, urgently slipping her hands past the midthigh slit in her dress to hook her thumbs into her thong's band. Harry was obsessed with the thongs he knew she wore just for him. Always fucking just for him. She was pathetic. This was a married man who said he would get divorced half a million times in the last year. He was fucking her and her mom and she just let him. "Eyes on me, boy scout," Harry seethed, coiling the belt around his hands before pulling on both ends once more. "Don't fucking look at her."

Or they are hiding something. Harry was wearing knee-length jeans. He briefly kissed Manny's forehead, whose innocent body was covered by a thick blanket. Harry smiles with satisfaction… 'she makes me addict to her body, minx!' 'She is our second chance mate. I am happy… 'Replied the wolf. 'Indeed. I want a puppy.' 'Twin. I want a twin puppy!' 'Let's work hard then…'

He smirked down at me cockily. “You like the color violet. Your favorite song at the moment is Often by The Weeknd. Your favorite show is The Vampire Diaries. You don’t have a favorite sport, but your favorite book is 50 Shades of Grey. Kinky.” He listed them, making me feel mortified at the last one. His amused expression then turned dry. “You also favor that Christian guy.” He scowled at the ground. For a moment, I thanked the Lord that he was just a character because I had no doubt that Zaliver would have killed him if he was real. Hashtag Team Grey. Sorry Zaliver.

Harry had always been a horny, feral young man, his insatiable appetite for sex never seeming to be fully satiated. At eighteen, he was a tall, athletic figure with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to undress every woman he looked at. His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones.

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

“Um... Harry's strong suction. I like it.” Hari nodded quickly. Further laying Rieka's position so that she is underneath him. He also quickly took off his pants and took out his penis that was already standing upright. The one that had been standing since seeing Rieka first open the door earlier. The one that needs to be satisfied and spit out the lava of pleasure in there. If possible, he vomited many times so that Rieka would not forget about him. “Ehm ... “ Rieka shook her head softly. did not expect that the friction down there was felt so much. “You have a big one, Harry?”

As the helps passed about the tray of drinks, so did these women freely spread any form of gossip at their disposal. At the centre of it all, stood the subject of discussion, hand in hand, engaged in a practised definition of that they called... The waltz. "Keep your eyes on me when you're on the dance floor." A not so friendly voice chided me, barely looking into my eyes as she addressed me. I had certainly displeased him. First it was the length of my black hair that displeased him, and after, was the lustre from my sparkly silver dress. There was simply no pleasing this man, his scrunched up nose said it all.