Harry Styles Imagines

#5. Cupcake

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You hum to yourself as you prepare cupcakes for Harry. He is coming to your house and you felt like making cupcakes as he loves them.

Unsure what his favorite flavor is, you make vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, red velvet, hell you make cupcakes of every flavor you know.

After the last batch is in the oven you run to your room as there are only 15 minutes till he will be arriving. You hastily dress up in a blue pastel colored dress which hugs your body and apply makeup. You run down just in time to remove the cupcake tray from the oven and ice the cupcakes with various flavored icings.

Just as you put the last cupcake in a dish, the bell rings. You nervously run your hand through your hair to smoothen them before unlocking the door.

Harry smiles as he looks at you. "You look so hot." He compliments.

"Thanks." You mumble blushing.

You lead him to the kitchen.

"You made these for me?!" Harry asks surprised, his eyes lightening up.

"Yeah. You like them right?" You ask.

"I love cupcakes!" He says, smiling from ear to ear.

"I-I wasn't sure what flavor you liked, so I baked all flavors I knew of." You explain. "What flavor do you like, though?"

"Yours." Harry says his voice husky.

"Oh. I like (your favorite flavor)" you say playfully though your cheeks are a deep shade of crimson.

"I would love to taste you." He says ignoring your last sentence, his eyes have turned a shade darker.

"Here." You say, as your hand reaches to smear his cheek with icing but his hand grips your and brings it to his lips. He sucks at the icing, licking your fingers, sexily.

You pull your hand back.

"Yeah, you're right this isn't the right place to taste you." With that he bends down to carry you in his arms bridal style.

Your back hit the bed lightly as he drops you. He fumbles with his belt buckle.

"Let me help you." You say removing his hands from the belt and opening it yourself.

After his pants are pulled down and his shirt dropped to the floor, he helps you remove your clothing until you are wearing nothing.

"Fùck." He cusses as he looks at your naked body, his pupils dilate to the fullest.

He gives you a quick kiss on the lips before moving his head between your thighs, his tongue licks at your intimate part making you moan and tug at his hair.

"I'm about to cum." You tell Harry.

His head moves back and his eyes rake over your body. "You look so damn sexy, baby. Wear nothing ever and I'll be the happiest man on Earth."

"Sure, but it'll attract a lot of men." You say.

He growls. "Only for me."

He pulls the condòm from his pocket and removes the foil as you watch his actions.

"You do it?" He asks, giving you the condòm.

You pull the còndom over his length with his guidance. Your hands shaking with anticipation.

He pries your legs apart then lowers himself in you. He moves at a constant fast pace.

You moan, pleasuring the thrusts. It forms a perfect rhythm as he moves in and out of you.

At last you are about to climax. Your nails dig into his back and you fall on the mattress in a limp form.

After a while Harry comes to lie beside you, his hand over your breasts, holding your protectively.