Dirty Harry Styles Imagines

little black submarines *Not Ours*

A/n: Hello Beautiful people, we are sorry about the delays for these imagines but we have been crazy busy with life and blah blah, BUT we are trying our hardest to make and find the best dirty imagines we can.

Here is another great imagine by this gal:

http://lounchables.tumblr.com/

You guys should go follow her, her imagines are amazing. All credit for this imagine goes to her.

-Avery xx.

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"little black submarines"

"Pick you up, let you down, when I wanna go to a place I can hide. You know me, I had plans but they just disappeared to the back of my mind."

Little sighs left my lips as he trailed his own along the length of my neck.

His arms shook as he balanced his weight on them, hovering over me.

Yet, when I tried to take control, he refused it. He didn’t care how tired he was; he didn’t care how much he hurt.

There was an emptiness growing inside his mind, the weight of the world crumbling down onto his broad shoulders and what he needed in this moment was a sense of control.

He needed something all his own. And that’s what he marked me, as he attached his lips to that sweet spot at the base of my neck, sucking at it harshly, leaving behind a purple bruise of ownership.

He slid his tongue over it once he was through, to sooth it a bit.

Yes, he wanted control but that didn’t mean he wanted to be cruel. There is a power in pain, that’s for sure. But there was more in passion.

His damp dark hair slid beneath my fingers as I tried to tangle them there, trying to bring him closer as I arched my back up off the leather couch.

In the August heat, my bare skin stuck, sucking at the material as it pulled away. Usually, it’d be a sound that would have Harry giggling.

But right now, he was hungry and he was desperate and his need had him in a wild trace.

He took the opportunity and slid one hand behind my back, his trembling palm sliding up my spine until it found the clasps of my bra.

He popped it open with ease, despite his state, the lacy cups sliding down as soon as it came undone.

He sat back against the cushions and pulled me onto his lap, taking his lower lip between his teeth as he examined all there was to see.

“Off,” he murmured through his swollen lips, nodding to the bra.

Without a word, I obliged, sliding the straps off my shoulders and tossing it off to the side somewhere.

The sense of relief that came with my breasts finally being freed brought on a new surge of energy, and the glint in his green eyes as they met mine made me aware that he had picked up on it; that he was feeding off of it. 

He rolled his hips up against mine, his hands gripping my hips as his teeth sank further into his lip.

In that one movement, I could feel how hard he had grown beneath his boxers.

His clothed crotch collided with mine once again in another slow, steady roll, earning a moan from me.

He closed his eyes, satisfied with the sound as his hands slid down over my backside, gripping it over my panties as he pulled me closer to him.