Harry Styles Imagines Book 2

Faking It:

You had a lot going on. Next week was finals week and you had an essay due in less than 72 hours that you hadn’t even started researching for yet and several other papers to prepare for and complete.

You had been in the middle of combing through your notes for some thesis inspiration when Harry had returned from the studio.

He kicked off his shoes, walked over to where you were sitting on his bed and crawled behind you, nestling himself between your back and the headboard. His arms wrapped around your waist and he nuzzled his face into your neck, leaving soft kisses on your skin.

“I missed you today,” He said, his voice muffled.

“Missed you too, babe.”

“I mean, I really missed you.” He slipped his left hand under your oversized t-shirt, dragging it up until he was able to run his fingers over your uncovered nipple. You leaned back into him, without even thinking about it, still focused on the quickly scribbled notes in front of you.

“I’ve been waiting to see you all day,” He kissed your neck again before dragging his tongue up your neck, stopping right under your ear. He gave your earlobe a small nibble and you shuddered involuntarily.

“H, I’m bu-”

He squeezed your nipple between his fingers. “I know, love. You’ve been working hard, maybe it’s time to take a break, yeah?”

Half of you wanted to say no, knowing that the thought of all the work you had to do would just be nagging at the back of your mind the entire time, not letting you fully enjoy it; but the other half wanted him and thought he would be a great way to relieve all the stress you were feeling. His left hand stayed squeezing your nipple as his right hand slid down and he started rubbing your center over your shorts.

“You ready to take a break?” He asked again. You nodded your head. He removed his hand from between your legs and used it to grab your chin, turning your head towards him, “C’mere.”

You turned around fully and straddled him, your hands going to his shoulders and his going to your hips. He kissed you slow but hard, just the way you liked as he slid down the headboard so he was lying down fully. His hands dipped under the waistband of your shorts so he could squeeze your ass and you sighed, dragging your center over the bulge in his pants.

It was when you heard the crinkling of paper that you pulled away for a moment. “H, be careful.” You said, knowing he had moved his leg over your notes.

“Sorry, love.” He used a hand on the back of your neck to pull your lips back to his.

He rolled the two of you over so he could be on top and pulled your t-shirt off quickly. When he started kissing your neck, slowly moving his lips down over your chest until his tongue was flicking over your nipples, you sighed–but not because of what he was doing. You sighed because you two had managed to roll over your notes, leaving them creased and the cover of your notebook dented.

With his mouth still attached to your nipple, Harry moved his hand down your stomach and into your shorts, flicking his pointer finger over your mound. You sighed from pleasure that time and closed your eyes, telling yourself that you needed to focus. Your boyfriend was trying to make you feel good and all you could focus on was your notes being slightly fucked up.

Impatient to taste you, Harry pulled your bottoms off quickly, immediately dipping his head between your legs. Your hips jerked when his tongue swiped over your clit, your hands immediately moving to his hair–and it was good for a while, your mind completely overtaken by how good he was making you feel–but then fifteen minutes had passed and you still hadn’t come. The build up kept going on and on, but you weren’t able to get any release. You knew Harry didn’t mind since he hadn’t slowed up once, or asked you if you were ready to come yet, but you minded. You knew it was the stress, the responsibility of what you had to do and the time pressure floating in and out of your focus.