Harry Styles Imagines

(122) - big spoon

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"I don't want to go to bed.", said Harry stubbornly and crossed his arms on his chest, letting out a huff. He was really excited to watch the new show that played on TV.

Olivia looked at him and rolled her eyes, before taking the remote and turning off the television.
"We both need sleep and I won't lose it just because you're being annoying. Stand up, brush your teeth and take your pyjamas. I'll see you in bed.", her boyfriend groaned and Olivia let a small smirk play on her lips, because she knew that he would give in anyway.

Even despite the defensive words he threw around.

Harry stood up and threw the pillow he was hugging on the couch and walked towards the bathroom.
His hands held his body against the sink and his green eyes stared at the man that stared back at him.

Handsome, he thought, his narcissist side showing.

He shook his head at the thought and grabbed the toothbrush beside Olivia's.

Ah, Olivia.

She was the exact opposite of what he thought she'd be.
The good girl everyone thought she'd be. The girl that wanted to be protected and held.

Well, not really.

She wasn't the total opposite. There were times where she indeed wanted to be held and Harry had the chance to play his cards. His charm on full display.

But it was mostly her holding him; he loved being the little spoon.
He never thought that he'd love someone else telling him what to do; people who noticed told him that it was toxic or whatsoever, but Harry found it refreshing.
His narcissistic side reminded him that being unique was great.

He couldn't help but think that her possessive side was actually really attractive.

"I'm done. Look, I'm a good boy.", said Harry almost teasingly, making Olivia look up from the book she was reading and roll her eyes.

"Your pyjamas?", Harry raised an eyebrow and threw away the shirt that covered his tattooed torso, his pants joined the rest of his clothes.

Olivia shook her head and kept reading.
"But I'm wearing pyjamas, look.", the curly haired man pointed at the only piece of clothing left on his body: his underwear.

He took big steps towards her, until his knees hit the bed.
Harry crawled on top of her and positioned himself right below her stomach.

He wasn't too heavy; they were both used to that unusual position. They were so comfortable around each other to know exactly what one wanted from the other.

His hand found its way in his tangled locks, pushing them away from his face and his bare thighs tickled her hips.
A small smile played on his lips, almost letting her know that he was up to something.

"Catch me.", were the words that filled the air and right after those, Harry's upper body hit Olivia's.

"Harry! Ow!", she groaned and threw the book on the chair beside the desk.
"I told you to catch me and you didn't.", his face rested on her breasts and it was something he didn't mind at all.

"Harry...", Olivia pronounced his name slowly, making him look up and give her a small smile.
"I wanna try again.", it was Harry's time to groan, yet he pushed himself off her torso and went back to his previous position.

Olivia turned her palms towards him and positioned them a couple inches away from her chest, so that her hands could catch his.

"Let me catch you.", Harry let a smirk play on his lips and slowly let his torso fall. His hands caught hers and Olivia pushed as hard as she could.

Harry laughed at her expression, that didn't show too much excitement. So much stress, actually.
"I'm winning.", she stated slowly and pushed Harry beside her on the bed.

"Let me rephrase.", Olivia took his wrists and pinned them above his head. Both had smirks painted on their lips.
"I won.", she said before putting her lips on his.
Olivia's other hand found his curls, that got longer as each day passed.

Noises left Harry's mouth when Olivia continued the pleasing torture and lightly squeezed his wrists.
She released them a few seconds later and as soon as she did, his hands couldn't decide whether to touch her ass or hips.

Her lips moved to his neck and that's when Harry's hands found home around her hips.
He knew that their intimate moment was coming to an end, because that was how they usual ended.
With her kissing him until he was breathless and couldn't beg for more.

His skin was covered with a sheet of sweat that shined under the fairy lights she had previously turned on.
It was a beautiful sight and someone very lucky was able to see that almost every single day.

Olivia didn't know what she loved more. His plump cherry lips after their intense kissing session, or his glossy green eyes that never failed to amaze her.

"Thank you for catching me.", Harry murmured and hid his face in the crook of her neck.
She wrapped her arms around him, letting him become comfortable.

"Thank you for letting me.", Olivia responded and let her head rest on his.

"I love you."
"I love you more."

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And we meet again! ♡
Today's #Harry'sSaturday was slightly intense for what I'm usually used writing.

Please tell me what you thought about it, because your opinions matter so much to me! 💕🌻

This is how I felt while writing today's chapter: 👀😳🤧😝🤭😍🥰 🥺

I know that the scene wasn't even that intense. I've read dirtier too.
But it's always different when you gotta write it. ;)

Stay cool, you inspiring people.

I love you,

belle. xx

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Published the 22nd of February 2020.