Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

"You Know What That Does To Me"

You stepped out in the 'fresh off the runway' Victoria's Secret underwear that Harry had paid hundred to obtain. He wanted to see you in it - and the last time you wore the baby pink matching set, the two of you had stayed up all night to have sex over and over again. It had been incredible.

So you'd told Harry that you were just going to go take your makeup off while he laid in bed - but you had a different idea. As you closed the bathroom door, you fixed your makeup and got your hair looking much more tamed after the long day. Then, you slipped into the baby-pink lingerie and slipped on the matching heels. You looked incredible.

Taking a soft breath as Harry called out for you to hurry up because he wanted cuddles, you took one last look at yourself before pulling open the bathroom door.

You settled your gaze on Harry who was engrossed on something on his phone, and to grab his attention you cleared your throat.

He peered up over the device, eyes instantly darkening as he greedily took in your body. You raked your fingers through your hair, smiling cheekily at him as he shook his head.

You walked over to him, making sure to sway your hips with each step before you stopped at the foot of the bed. Harry moved up, kneeling on the mattress and placing his hands to yours hips.

"Fuck. You know what that does to me." Harry breathed, voice husky and dripping with lust.

"I know." You smiled, "I know exactly what it does to you. That's why I'm wearing it."