Harry Styles Dirty Imagines (Book 3)

We Getting Freaaakkyyy

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Harry's POV

(Y/N) sat on the bed twirling a pair of plastic handcuffs around her pointer finger. Her lips, painted with dark red lipstick, were twisted into an amused smile as she looked down at my black and white striped boxers. I took a moment to admire her own attire, red lingerie with black lace with black pumps. Honestly, she looked like sex.

"You look good," I admitted, unable to tear my eyes away from her body. "I'm wondering how good you would look without it on."

She stood up, slowly walking over to me. I grinned when she reached me, her fingers dragging along my bare chest. "I missed you so much, Harry," she purred, leading me to the bed. "Since you've been away on tour there's been nobody here to help me out, when I got horny."

I eyed her in shock unaware that she could even be so seductive. She smirked again, pushing me down so that I was lying on my back. She knelt over me, tugging off my boxers, but before I could reach over and unclasp her bra, she had handcuffed me to the bed.

"C'mon, (Y/N)," I begged. She shook her head kissing the curve of my neck. "Baby, I want to touch you, too."

She kissed my lips, sighing in contentment. I moved my head forward, deepening the kiss. Our tongues moved in sync, and I was aware of every part of her body that was touching mine. As I moved to kiss her neck, she moved away from me a mischievous smile on her lips. I pouted, but she ignored me, kissing her way down my body until her lips were only centimeters away from my manhood.

I eyed her hungrily, as her hand wrapped around it before slowly moving up and down. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of her hand jerking me off. I gasped out in surprise when I felt her lips replace her hands. My eyes flew open, and I looked down at her unable to believe that she had decided to give me head.

"Oh shit, (Y/N)," I moaned, tossing my head back. "Right there."

I could feel myself growing closer to my climax, but before I came, the feeling of her lips disappeared. I looked down in confusion only to see (Y/N) hovering over me, her lips inches from mine. Without thinking, I kissed her again, loving the feeling of her lips on mine. As I moved to deepen the kiss, I felt her undo the handcuffs, freeing me.

"You though the handcuffs were funny," I asked, rolling us over so that I was on top. She shrugged innocently her fingers, entangling themselves in my hand. "I should handcuff you to the bed and see how you funny you think that is."

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing her lips against my neck. "Or you could just fuck me instead."