Harry Styles Dirty Fanfic Novels & Stories

He shoved the hem of my dress up with zero patience, fingers finding my bare pussy instantly. “No panties,” he groaned, sounding almost pained. “You came to my daughter’s party with this pretty little cunt bare? Were you hoping someone would notice?” I couldn’t answer. His fingers were already sliding through my slick folds, spreading my wetness, circling my swollen clit with perfect, filthy pressure. “Answer me,” he demanded, biting my lower lip. “Yes,” I whimpered. “I… I wanted you to notice.” “Jesus Christ.” His voice was wrecked. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, stretching me open in one smooth thrust. I cried out, head falling back against the brick as he curled them

Simon boasts, slapping his fists on his chest like a gorilla. "It's fucking wrong mate, my girlfriend freaks out if I get too close to it, no way she'd let me stick my finger in it and I wouldn't want to." Harry shakes his head, reaching for his pint, a mischievous little smile crosses his face before he takes a sip. "Ey, but she loves it when I go down on her, tonguing her little clit gets her so wet it's like flying down a slip 'n' slide when I'm pounding into her."

Through the layer of black pants, it stood up and poked her in the middle of her butt, making her startled. Harry looked at the girl in his arms who was so excited that she couldn't speak. He sucked on her earlobe, breathed into her, making her feel itchy, and whispered, "Are you already horny? When you're with him, have you ever thought about this?" She curled her hands into small fists, tears welling up in her eyes at his teasing, “Harry Handerson. It turns out you never believed me from beginning to end.” He suddenly let her go and let her lean against the steering wheel, panting. Her eyes looking at him were filled with resentment, but he didn't care. His calm expression was still trying

I didn't know what to do ,I didn't know if it was good to tell him about it ,bit how would he feel ,I didn't want men to feel hurt over it ,I just couldn't imagine his reaction ,he would be so broke and disgusted by me ,I could tell by just staring at his face alone ,he was going to hate me with all that he had . Harry ignored my intense stared at him and continued cleaning up my body and for a whole I just stopped looking at him ,he kept pulling off all my wears abs then he got to my panties ,I didn't waste anymore time ,I quickly wrapped my legs around him making him fall to to the bed and on top of me . "Are you you don't want to let me go "he whispered without starting at me " "I just w

Just thinking his name already gets under my skin. He’s the kind of guy who looks like he was born to get away with everything, star player, arrogant, confident, the type who thinks rules are optional, that everything is a game as long as he’s winning, the kind of guy who plays dirty, on and off the ice, and somehow people still like him, admire him, follow him. The kind of guy my best friend fell for. Sofi. Of course it had to be her.

Felicity stepped forward shyly and timidly with undisguised affection in her eyes. “Harry…” She had just looked up when she saw Harry turning his head to look at her. Their eyes met. She could not feel the slightest warmth in Harry’s eyes. The look in his eyes was as cold as a stone on a snowy mountain that could not be warmed no matter how it was covered. Felicity’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that Harry had an obsession with cleanliness, and he was also unwilling to let outsiders get close to him. She could not even refer to him in a tender manner if she wanted to get closer to him…

Harry growled losing his every control and yelled something he never thought he will be able to tell her. "BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU GODDAMMIT!" ____________________________________ My God my ears are bleeding. Can't they talk like civilized people? Lol just kidding. So guys this was the bomb I told you gonna blast on you guys. Harry loves her but the thing coming to him in the future wouldn't be beautiful so yeah. So be ready for next tomorrow. Don't forget to like and comment. Till the next adios.

There was something deliciously dirty about the shock on Jules’ face when Harry did something new to them that made Harry thirsty just thinking about… “Hmm,” they adjusted their cock, and Jules glanced over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. Harry smirked. “Thinking about what I’m going to do to you as soon as you’re done, my darling,” they told him, and had the pleasure of watching Jules’ cheeks flush and his eyes lose focus.

Of course she got him to promise to do an interview for her always-upcoming YouTube channel. Harry joined us a while later, just back from the gym, and the sweaty version of the Persian Prince in a tight tee and running shorts was almost hotter than his casual street fashion. Before Amy and I could kill her, Trisha rested a hand on his forearm and met his eyes dead serious. “If you ever get tired of men, you have Fran’s number.” “To get in a fight with the Haunter?” “What? Oh, no. I’m saying ‘cause she has my number.”

It’s the way he calls my name. “I’m outside.” He tells me “Oh, I’ll be right there.” I replied and cut the call, looking up to see four eyes staring at me “That’s creepy and please don’t be creepy. Especially you Ellie.” I warned, tucking my phone into my pocket. “Me? When have I ever being creepy?” She asked, feigning offense by what I said “You have every single picture of Harry styles saved on your phone, photos cards and cut boards.” “It’s called being a fan.” She called out after me but I ignored her, taking a deep breath and opened the door.