Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

You tease him part 2

You were currently in the living room, doing some yoga stretches.

Dressed in a tank top and tights.

"That's what makes you beautiful....oh oh that's what makes you bea-" Harry sung softly as he ran down the stairs. He suddenly stopped singing when he saw you.

You looked up and smiled.

He frowned.

"What?" You asked.

"Again?" He question.

"What do you mean?" You asked confused.

He walked up to you, his eyes stayed on yours.

His hands were placed onto your hips, his right hand slowly making its way down to your bum.

Once it got there, he gave it a slight squeeze causing you to let out a moan in his ear.

"Mmmm....I love when you moan" he smiled.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, getting ready to kiss him until he stopped you.

"Ah ah ah. Teasers don't get to have what they want" he grinned.

"What are you talking about styles? I wasn't teasing you at all. You're the one who came over and started getting touchy" you scolded.

He did nothing but chuckle and walk to go sit onto the couch.

You were standing in front of him.

"So what? You're just going to watch me stretch?" You asked.

He just started at you.

You rolled your eyes and turned away from harry and begin stretching again.

You kept your feet tight together and reached all the way down to touch your toes.

"Jesus Christ...." You heard harry mutter behind you.

You then remembered your bum was facing towards harry.

You smiled to yourself and rose back up to look at him.

"Like what you see?" You hinted.

"Yea...in fact I see a banana in the kitchen....waiting for me" he lied.

He got up and started going towards the kitchen.

"Yea go ahead and shove that banana all the way down your throat" you suggested.

"I rather shove something down your throat babe" you heard harry mutter.

"What was that?" You asked.

"Oh nothing dear."

He grabbed his banana and soon came back to sit down on the couch.

You continued doing your stretches, making sure your bum was still facing towards harry.

"That's it. I can't take it anymore" Harry groaned.

He got up, throwing his banana down and grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulders and running upstairs into the bedroom.

"I knew you couldn't stand it any longer" you smiled, proud of your work.