Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Horny Haz

WARNING: A little mature content

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"Hazza, have you seen my phone?" I asked as I came back from a quick toilet break but only coming back to find an empty spot where my phone was supposed to be the last time I left it: on the couch next to Harry.

"Nope, sorry babe." Harry replied, popping the p and looked around half-heartedly.

"Well, I could've sworn I left it right here..." I scratched my head curiously, walking around aimlessly searching for it.

"Oh well," I slumped back on the couch next to Harry, flicking through the channels on the TV.

"Not looking for your phone, then?" Harry enquired, and if I didn't know better, I could've sworn I heard a hint of disappointment in his voice.

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion but cuddled up next to Harry as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Nah, s'not that important." I brushed it off and focused on the screen in front of me.

"Oh."

After a moment of silence, I looked up at him. "You hid my phone, didn't you?"

He's the worst at hiding things, especially his emotions as he threw me a mischievious grin, his dimple prominent as he tried his best to hide his guilty smile.

"Oh come on, Styles... You're so immature." I complained and since I now know where it was, I asked for it back.

I extended my palms towards him and raised my eyebrow, waiting for him to return my phone.

He shook his eyes determinedly and I narrowed my eyes into slits and sat up to look at him properly.

"Harry...." I suggested again yet he shook his head with a smile.

"You have to guess where it is." Harry prompted and I groaned, having no choice but to endure his silly games. I called out possible places where he might hide it like behind the couch, in between the cushion or under his bum.

All of them were negative and I had a niggling suspicion he was lying about the last part, so I asked him to stand up.

He stood up willingly and hinted once more: "It's on me."

I scanned him up and down, felt him but I still couldn't fell any suspicious lumps or bumps protuding.

I sighed in defeat: "Alright, you won. Now seriously, where is it?" He gave me a smirk and said it his deep voice.

"It's in my pants, come and get it."

I just stared at him dubiously while he challenged me with his gaze. I allow my gaze to linger down to his private part and noticed that a little bulge is starting to form down there.

I smirked back at him, thinking about how I'm going to prove him wrong, that I'll show him who's BO$$.

I strode back at him slowly and latched my hands on his chest, trailing it down to the bands of his sweatpants.

I looked at him and held his gaze as I explored further down and dug deeper into his boxers. He arched his head back in pleasure and I took the oppurtunity to trace his jawline with my free hand.

I touched something hard and rectangular that's rested near his hardened member and whispered in his ears.

"Gotcha." Before I took my hand out completely, I decided to do the poor little guy a favor and squeezed it lightly a couple of times, making Harry moan throatily.

When I removed my hand from his boxers, he groaned raspily: "Aww baby, you're such a tease..."

I stuck my tongue out at him, holding my phone up and wagging it in front of him while mimicking his deep voice: "Aww baby, you're such a tease...."

He looked at me, his eyes filled with lust. He held his chin with one hand, contemplating what he should do to me.

Suddenly, without warning, he threw me over his shoulder despite my shocked squeal and countless hitting on his back that probably felt like marshmallows being chucked at him.

"We're taking this upstairs. I'm so not done with you yet." He playfully smacked my butt and although I pretended to be mad and totally against that idea, I couldn't help but anticipate as we get closer and closer to our bedroom.

The door slammed shut hastily.