Harry Styles Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

Even Sarah, she was preparing for bed and she was already in her black silky nightdress when she heard the knock on the door. But she was in the living room when the knock came so it wasn't difficult for her to get to the door. She was abit drunk so she had to stagger alittle on her way to the door. But when she opened the door, her heart sank into her stomach and skipped a beat. Before Sarah Waves, stood the multimillionaire heir, Ron Diego. He was dressed in a grey vintage shirt and a white trouser. His hair was badly brushed, his beards were unkept. There were bags under his eyes, he smelled bad and he looked ugly.

Not from the weather, but from the devil waiting for me. And the craziest part? My body longs for what he has in store for me.

I smile just enough not to ruin the moment, but I don’t say anything, because the truth is different, because I don’t want to be her best friend, I never wanted to be just that, even if I’ve pretended for so long that it was enough. But I also didn’t have the guts to do anything when I should have, when I still had the chance, and now it’s too late, now the best girl I know is with an idiot. And there’s nothing I can do about it. ⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and

His Dirty Milf Intro- Harry is just a 19 year old boy who is home alone while his parent are out of town, instead of spending his parent free time to throw silly parties he's spends his time ogling his new neighbor who just moved in. A woman who's way older than him and he indeed had an affinity with women who were older than him. Harry's P.O.V. Harry had been over the moon when his parents had said that they were going away for a few days and that he’d be left alone to look after the house. Finally, he thought to himself, He had the whole space to have his friends over and masturbate with his dirty magazines.

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."

I feel every pulse flooding me, and my pussy contracts around him milking every drop. I cum with him biting the back of my hand, a silent scream into the granite while my best friend’s husband empties himself inside me. He stays inside me, both of us breathing, and the kitchen clock ticking. I can hear Harper snoring through the archway. He pulls out and his cum drips from me onto the kitchen floor, white on dark tile. It’s the filthiest, most honest thing I’ve ever seen. I should clean up, fix my clothes, and go home to my husband.

Again, Harry nodded “On it.” He waited until Harry was at his usual position by the door before opening up the envelopes. The first one was from a business partner. Deals and deals and deals. The second was from the tribunal. He smiled when he saw the stamp. It had been expected and just as he guessed right, they were on their way. *****

I felt even more like a potato in front of her. The man next to him was no stranger to me. He was none other than Harry Styles, an actor and celebrity known for lawsuits. He had become famous after a scandal involving his girlfriend, and I remember that this had been a time when he avoided following the lives of the famous, so I didn't know the reasons for so many controversies.

“Take care of yourself, Owen.” I hate how that sounds like a goodbye. “Charlie,” I blurt. “Wait.” She stops mid-turn and looks back into my eyes. Sunlight reflects off her shiny blonde hair, which is pulled away from her face with a black headband. She’s dressed like a lawyer today, and while her pencil skirt and blouse are very office-appropriate, she looks like she could have sauntered off the set of a naughty librarian adult film. I’m only wearing boxers and can’t risk my mind going to the gutter. It’ll be too obvious that she’s turning me on.

“You’re a menace.” “Sometimes useful.” He didn’t answer, just looked at me like he was taking a measurement and wasn’t sure if he wanted to cut yet. Inside, I headed for coffee. The pot was already full. I poured a mug, leaned on the counter, and almost choked when he walked in barefoot, shirtless, spatula in hand, flipping eggs like it was an Olympic sport. His chest was solid, the kind you get from lifting actual things instead of gym weights, a faint trail of hair running down into his shorts.