Harry Styles Imagines

25. Sex And Drugs

MAY BE A TAD LITTLE BIT TRIGGERING 

Flicking the ashes off the cigarette, Harry put the cigarette between Y/n's lips, admiring her face as her eyes closed when she inhaled the toxic. When she was out of breath, he quickly took it away from her, watching as her now dark eyes opened.

Getting closer to him, Y/n slowly blew the smoke on his face as he inhaled the most addicting substance.

"We really need to do this more often," Harry smirked, bringing the half used cigarette up to his own lips now, "you look so sexy like this."

"I look sexy when I'm high?" Y/n questioned, laying back between his legs as she propped her bare feet up on his shoulders.

"Very."

Y/n hummed, now taking the long handle of the bong that lay next to her. She swiftly brought it up to her lips, closing her eyes, inhaling the smoke as it made strange noises.

She focused on how the smoke filled her throat, how it always felt so good to feel something so relaxing.

"Why do you do that?" Harry interrupted, placing his cigarette in the ash tray as he took no time to take another one out.

"Do what?"

"Close your eyes when you smoke. What does it do for you?"

Y/n shrugged, fiddling with the tube between her fingers, "I just love the way it feels inside of me, I guess. Why the question, Styles?" she giggled, wiggling her feet upon his shoulders.

Harry grabbed them, pulling her forward so that he can lay on top of her, admiring how sexy she looked when her pupils dilated. He loved her lips being semi-cracked and loved the way her hair hung carelessly down her chest.

He kissed her roughly, now taking possession of her thighs to bring her closer to him.

"Maybe because I love getting to know you more and more each day."

She giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"You know so much about me, though. Maybe even too much about me" she winked.

"How so?" He smirked, licking his lips as he studied every inch of her face.

She was flustered. Her cheeks were a slight pink color, her eyes nearly black due to all the smoking and lust. She looked perfect this way, and the way she was laying, with her back pressed against the mattress, her legs tightly around his waist so her ankles were able to cross right in the middle, she looked so alluring.

She smiled, leaning forward to press a more gentle kiss on him. What was gentle turned to aggressive in a matter of seconds, their lips opening and closing around each others in complete desire.

It could have been the drugs, or the thick air around them, but whatever it was made Y/n more desperate than ever before. She had never felt so attracted to him than she was now, and it was something out of her control.

Harry pushed his hips down against hers, rolling his hips to produce a friction between them.

Y/n nodded vigorously, moaning an inaudible "yes" on his lips.

He went faster, holding down her stomach with his hand so he was able to push down further on her, if it was even possible.

"More, Harry. More" she moaned, throwing her head back as her eyes closed shut.

Harry immediately ripped his bottom shirt off of her, which was the only amount of clothing she wore at home besides a thong.

She was craving him, having such a desire for him she had no idea it was even possible.