Harry Styles Imagines

Make Up Sex

Authors Note: I'm sorry. I've been reading Fifty Shades of Grey

You watch as the minutes on the clock slowly tick by. 1:40. 1:57. 2:03.
It's 2 in the morning, and you're not even tired. You couldn't sleep even if you wanted to. The fight you had with Harry hours before has never left your thoughts. He'd overreacted when you forgot about a lunch date he'd had planned for 2 weeks. He ended up calling you a bitch and storming off to who knows where. You pretended to be asleep when he returned around 1.
You wonder if he's sleeping or if he's thinking about the fight just like you are, but you don't turn to check. You imagine his back facing towards you, still too angry to speak to you.
The sheets beside you begin to shift, signaling that Harry is no longer asleep.
"(Y/N)" he calls out, but you don't reply.
In one quick motion, Harry flips you onto your back, pinning your arms above your head. Your face is filled with shock and excitement at the same time. He begins trailing kisses down the side of your neck.
"I'm sorry (Y/N). I was such a douchebag earlier." He says in between kisses.
"I never should have called you what I did." He continues.
"Harry," you trail off.
"No. Please (Y/N). Let me make it up to you." He says, almost begging.
He stops kissing you and his green eyes lock with yours, waiting for your approval. His beautiful eyes look tired and hold a plea. You're not sure what to say. Less than a minute ago he wasn't speaking to you, and now he wants to have makeup sex?
You nod at him, your breathing accelerating.
He slowly begins unbuttoning the shirt of his you have on, not losing track of your eyes. How can you possibly stay mad at him?
Once your shirt is off you lay flat on your back wearing nothing but a matching lace bra and underwear. He leans back and studies you with squinted eyes.
"God. You're beautiful." He says, a smile playing on his lips.
He grabs his shirt by the neck and pulls it over his head in one fluid motion. And in the matter of less than a second sweet Harry is gone and replaced with a hungrier, more aggressive Harry.
His hands play in your hair as he runs his tongue over your exposed stomach. You have to bite your lip to keep from screaming. Your hands travel to his waist, and your hand squeezes one of his butt cheeks. A girlish giggle escapes from his perfect lips.
You roll him onto his back so you're on top of him. His breathing is labored, and his curly hair is a mess. He's still gorgeous though.
You grab the waistband of his boxers and pull them down.
You lean down and begin nibbling on the top of his ear.
"I love you, Harry." You whisper into his ear.
Once again, he flips you onto your back. God aggressive Harry turns you on.
He places soft kisses on your collarbones, and you can feel his smile on your skin.
His mouth meets with yours, an urgency to his kisses. His tongue dances in your mouth, teasing you.
He slides your underwear down your thighs and flings them somewhere on the floor. You unhook your bra, and he throws it on the floor.
"Ready?" He asks, but you don't think he cares about your answer.
He positions himself on top of you, and then enters you. You throw your head back with the pleasure of him inside you.
"Harry!" You scream out.
You grab on to his forearms as he begins forming a rhythm. He reaches for your hands and pulls your arms above your head, intertwining his fingers with yours.
You scream again, reaching your climax.
Once you both are finished, he lays on top of you, waiting for your breathing levels to return to normal. Before he rolls off of you he gently kisses the top of your forehead.
"We should fight more often." He says as he flops back into his side of the bed.