Harry Styles imagines

Taste me

It was a typical New Yorker night. From a certain apartment of a luxury skyscraper which belonged to a very famous pop star called Harry Styles, you could perceive some lip smacking and wildly kissing sounds. If you had a look into living room, which was decorated with expensive furniture, you could have seen the young man, being enveloped in the arms of his beautiful and sexy girlfriend.

Their lips moved in sync, the two lovers were kissing each other like the hadn't seen the other one for years even though they hadn't been in each other's presence for a couple of hours. Once (Y/N) entered the apartment that the both were sharing, being tired and exhausted from work, Harry instantly threw himself at her.

He had missed her terribly and working at the studio a few hours ago had been very agonizing. His thoughts were just filled with her, Harry noticed that he was pretty distracted instead of working on his songs. All he could think of was her beautiful and flawless face, her soothing and angelic voice, her smile and the shining in her eyes when she looked at him. The more his mind was occupied with her the more his heart started to pump harder against his chest.

He loved this woman so much. No one in the world could stop him from loving her. He shared so much pure love for her that he sometimes was overwhelmed by his own feelings. (Y/N), his baby girl, the love of his life, the only one he could imagine a future with, was the only one who would make him weak on his legs.

"Harry..."His love giggled, trying to escape from his sweet assault. But Harry just pressed his lips even more onto hers, enjoying the taste of her own lips, his body hovering over hers and her face being cupped by his hands. His thumps stroked over her cheeks so softly. With every kiss he gave her, (Y/N) felt thousand of little tingles conquering every part of her body.

In their relationship, you could tell that Harry was the one who showed more affection. He never failed to surprise her with little gifts like roses, sweets or even jewellery, which (Y/N) of course appreciated. He gave his best to make her happy. They had been together for so long and he would do everything make it last until they shared their last breath.

He often thought about the future. In a few years, when he finally settled down with her as a married couple and took a break from the public, he could see little Styles babies running in their house. Their laughter of joy already filled his ears even though they were not created yet. He saw them in front of his eyes, one baby girl, looking like her beautiful mom and a baby boy who would be the exact copy of himself. A smile crept its way on his lips as he continued kissing his woman like he never had.

"What's going on with you today?" (Y/N) asked while laughing, pushing him away from her slightly.

Harry nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. The sweet scent of her perfume hit his nostrils, overwhelming his senses. This woman would be the death of him someday. But he couldn't complain, he would have died for her, no matter what.

"Nothing." He mumbled, peppering her soft skin with feather light pecks. "Missed yeh all day long, darling. So much. That's all."

(Y/N) laughed. She adored how clingy and affectionate he was. "You already told me that yesterday."

"Can't help it. Miss yeh every day." He let his hand run up and down her legs. Her red tight dress adorned her beautiful shape so perfectly. Harry loved every curve, every mark and scar on her body. She was always used to complain about her flaws but for Harry they were special. They made her the person she was. And if he was so in love with her how could he not be in love with all of her?

His lips found hers again. Kissing her was so satisfying. He swore he could never get bored of this. If it was for him, he would lie like this forever.

"That's enough kissing for today, Harry." (Y/N) smiled. "I need to get changed."

"Oh, I can do that for yeh." He gave her another peck on the lips, his fingers finding the zipper of her dress so easily.

"You don't have to, love." She told him even though she knew how much Harry liked to undress her. Not always in a sexual way.

"But I want to." He said, unzipping her dress and sliding it down her elegant body. His eyes glided down her naked form, his warm hands tracing over her curves. (Y/N) returned the smile Harry had offered her, not feeling shy at all.

"You're beautiful, sweetheart. Have I ever told you tha'?" Harry bent down to kiss her belly.

"A million times." She sighed, enjoying the jolts that flew through her.

"Will never stop doing tha'." Harry answered, kissing his way up from her tummy to her lips, where they lingered for a while. He kissed her over and over again. Tasting her, feeling her. Every kiss they shared was a new experience for him and for her.

"Will never stop lovin' yeh, petal."