2013/2014 era Harry for this imagine. God damn. He's fine as hell. 

"Fuck," you moan as he slams into you once more. One of his hands supports your trembling body underneath him with the other pressed against the headboard. 

With every thrust, you come closer and closer to your climax. Your body shakes as Harry's drives his swollen member further up your core. With both hands above your head, you push against the headboard for support.

"You're so fucking tight," he pants, pulling out before pushing himself back in. You moan as you twist and pinch your nipples as he pulls out once more.  His hand slides down your waist and he spreads your legs further apart. "You're so fucking sexy," he states. 

He grabs your boobs, squeezing them firmly.  You arch your back as Harry plunges back into you with a grin. You scream with pleasure as he fills you completely, more than ever before, finding your g-spot. Your vagina spasms for a few seconds before you feel release and orgasm. 

Harry pounds into you harder, using the headboard for support. You start coming down from your orgasm. "Faster Harry," you yell. He speeds up the pace. You moan as you feel your walls beginning to close in on him.

"I'm almost there," he moans, ramming himself into you over and over again. "Hold on one second," he pants as his movements begin to get sloppy. 

"I don't know how much longer," you say, out of breath. 

"Harold Styles!" Harry's mother yells from the doorway. 

He jumps off of you and yells, "MOM!" You hide beneath the covers. It is not the first time Anne had walked in on you guys. 

"It's late and I need to go to bed!" She yells. 

"Hi Mrs. Styles," you give her a little wave, poking your head out from under the sheets.

"You guys are crazy," she chuckles as she walks away, closing the door behind her. 

"Fuck!" Harry yells.

You get off of the bed and start dressing as Harry pulls of the condom and begins jacking off, finishing the job. "I'll see you at school," you state, climbing out his bedroom window as he finds release through his hand. 

"Bye," he yells. 

You giggle on your walk home as you think about Harry facing the repercussions tomorrow morning. Anne didn't care about Harry having sex as long as it didn't interfere with her sleeping schedule. Today however, Harry insisted on a round two when he texted you a couple hours after you had already done it in an empty parking lot after school. 

You and Harry were fuck buddies. Had been ever since freshman year. No one really knew what you guys were, so no one asked. Harry and you were good friends though.  Whenever one of you had an itch, the other was there to scratch it. Sometimes it was once a month, sometimes it was twice a day, like today. 

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"Hey," Harry catches up to you in the hall, grabbing your wrist. You slow down to walk next to him, your friends knowing not to try and eavesdrop on your conversation as they continue walking without you. 

"Hey."

"Sorry about last night," he begins, grinning. 

"It's okay," you reply. 

"Are you going to the party tonight," he asks. 

"Yeah, I'll look for you there," you answer, eager to have another orgasm like the one you had last night. 

"Sweet." Harry walks away from you, winking. You roll your eyes and flip him the bird. He laughs. All the freshman girls giggle and gush about him as he walks by them and smiles. For four years now, most of the high school girls had crushed on Harry at one point or another. They envied you, because a lot of them thought you two were secretly dating. When an innocent underclassman would ask you if you two were in a relationship, you would simply reply, "Nope we just have really great sex... a lot." 

You couldn't wait for tomorrow's party at Liam's. 

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There will be a part two ( Imma write and publish it tomorrow). I was going to put it all in this one imagine but I thought it would be too long.