Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

"Promise Me"

"Promise me.." Harry breathed, his fingers wrapping around your wrists a little tighter,

 "Promise me that I'm the only guy who turns you on."

Soft puffs of air fell from your lips as your eyes explored the intense ones before you. Harry's chest was rising and falling quickly, his lips damp since he'd just run his tongue over the flesh.
He was staring so intensely, just waiting for you to respond to him.

"Promise me i'm the only one who gets your heart racing like this" he questioned again, his stare getting more intense as every second passed

It hadn't exactly been a random outburst that Harry was having, but it wasn't one that you were expecting.
The two of you had gotten home from a night out only an hour ago, and almost as soon as you walked through the door Harry was muttering something angrily.
He'd been watching you and one of your close friends get a little flirty over a few drinks, and it had pissed him right off. But you were adamant that it was just a little mucking around with the guy and that you'd never get feelings for him since he was literally your best friend.
But Harry hardly believed that.
So there was half an hour of yelling and arguing before Harry asked you if he was the only guy who turns you on. You'd just shrugged your shoulders and told Harry not to be stupid.
And that's when he stormed over, gripped your wrists and pinned them above your head against the wall.
His hot breath fanned over your features and you closed your eyes briefly since he was still waiting for a response. You were just a little shocked at his reaction, that was all.

"Of course you are Harry." You murmured, dragging your eyes open once more and seeing his hard expression soften slightly.

"Good." He said before he leant in and pressed his soft lips to your neck, kissing over the smooth skin and letting his hands move to your waist

 "Now, let me show you that you're mine."