Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book Two

What He'd Be Like At The Club With You

His hands would be everywhere, his touch rough and urgent in the darkness. Harry can't get enough of you, his hot lips surrounding the purple welts painted on your throat by his teeth. The tight swell of barely-clothed bodies moving to the deep bass masks the sinful way his hips are grinding into you, but nothing can hide the sex dripping from your pores.

He would use his fingers to tell you what he's dying to do to you, silently showing you the places he's going to bruise with his mouth once he gets you out of your dress. He's hard and throbbing against you when you pull on his hair, Harry's moan sending chills across your skin.

Harry seems like he gets off on knowing how wet you get because of him, going higher and higher underneath your dress every time he hears you breathe his name.

Harry would make damn sure everyone knew you were his.