Harry Styles Dirty Imagine

The red bra made of expensive silk and black lace was hugging my breasts perfectly, making them pop out. Matching silk thong was hiding something he wanted, and black stockings with black lace were adding more sexiness to everything. My black heels were perfect for this, and I checked myself in the mirror again, messing my brown, curly hair with my fingers. It was reaching my shoulders and looking really sexy. Like whipped cream on top of cake, I had black cat ears with a little bit of lace at the beginning. Ready for him.

I walked to the kitchen opening the fridge and grabbing black wine, pouring some liquor in the glass. The taste was strong, sweet. I always mixed it with coke, but right now, I didn’t want to. I felt my insides warm up when I took the last sip.

The sound of door opening bring me back to reality, heavy footstep could be heard in the hall. So familiar to me, after all those months we spent together.

“Hello?” deep, husky voice spoke from the living room, trying to find me. I left the glass in the sink, walking towards the living room, the sound of my heels against wooden floor echoed our house, interrupting the silence.

It was quiet when I stopped right behind him, hands on my hips.

Slowly, he turned around, lifting his head up to look at my eyes. His hair was one big mess, eyes forest green, shining in the dark. He stood there, breath speeding, palms sweating.

I could almost smell it.

“Hello darling”, I spoke seductively, deeply. A chuckle almost escaped my lips when I saw his reaction of me in sexy lingerie, something he would never expect. I was shy, not too much, but I never tried to seduce him on this way.

His lips were parted, and I could hear his heavy breathing, feel his skin getting hotter and hotter, his blood speeding in his veins, how his heart is beating faster.

“I really didn’t expect this. But I’d lie if I say I don’t like it”, he smirked, dimples and all, studying my lingerie and cat ears, black ears.

My body moved slowly towards him, legs moving like puma’s. His hot breath washed all over my face, and I could pass out right there in front of him. I closed my eyes, feeling the goosebumps rising on my arms, head spinning by the feeling of him so close to me.

“Harry”, I whispered overwhelmed, my lips brushing his, breath even hotter than before. Sighing slowly, so he could hear my breathing, my lips moved across his strong jawline, to his ear, soft hair tickling my nose.

“Touch me baby”, I spoke in his ear, letting him know that I’m burning for him.

The rough skin of his palms brushed my back, slowly and gently. I never liked my body, but he made me feel like the prettiest girl in the world. His words and touches were proving it.

My skin was burning, even when I had only lingerie on myself I wanted to rip it off, it was so hot in the room, the temperature rising up.

His hands were pressed on my back, feeling how my skin burned for him.

Silent whimpers crossed my lips when his right hand moved across the softest skin on my body, my collarbones and chest.

“Harry, I’m burning”, I whimpered again, praying to God that I won’t pass out before anything happens. 

The temperature of my body wasn’t normal, and I regretted that glass of pure wine I drank.

“Wait for me in the bedroom”, he whispered gently, kissing my jawline. I had the urge to jump right there on him, but I knew I had to wait. So I did.

My fingertips slowly brushed his chest, all the way down, before I walked away.

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The heart in my chest was beating really fast, temperature of my body never going back in normal. The pillows behind me were cold and soft, but that didn’t help.