Mr. Styles

Plan

"Oh don't worry, love. They're perfect. Not too big, not too small." I could just die right now. He grips them softly and kisses my cheek.

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"I have a plan." He whispers. "I cancel Journalism club but not really cancel it. Tell the other students that I have no time. And instead, everyday just you come in." He kisses up and down neck. I love the cold air coming from his mouth between kisses. If he were a vampire, this would be the moment that he'd bite into me. Crazy I know, but that would be an interesting story to tell. That would be pretty hot though.

"Sounds good to me." I say. "But, everyday?" I dont think I would want to come in everyday just so he can get off.

"Yeah." He says totally sure of himself. "Once we get it going, you'll start to want it more than me." Okay Styles, dont get cocky..Haha...Cocky.

That's not even funny!

"Okay, deal," I put my hand out to shake his. "But if at any time one of us wants to stop then we're done, got it?"

"You've got yourself a deal my darling. I knew you were the smartest out of all my classes." Oh bull.

"Shut up, you're totally lying!" I laugh standing up on my own.

"No I'm not, you have the highest grade and your original stories are quite interesting." I'm flatured that he would say that, but I'm not so sure that he's serious.

"Thanks." I say crossing my arms. I did not expect to be talking to him about my grades at a moment like this.

"Now, enough about school." He says pulling me into him once again. His fingers slowly stroke across my cheek and he takes a deep slow breath. This isn't something I want to get over with anymore, I want this moment to last. His hand moves from my back down to the hem of my jeans. He starts to pull them down and looks into my eyes. I dont know what it is about the way he's looking at me, but I'm just craving for his touch.

It wasn't a struggle to get them down at all. Although I had to help get them off of my ankles, because of my shoes. Those came off with them. We couldn't help but laugh. I look at him and mentally smack myself, he's still completly dressed. "Last time I checked, both people are supposed to be naked."

"Oh, yeah I guess you're right." Okay, no need for sarcasm pretty boy. He unbuttons his shirt all the way down and I stare at his interseting tattoos. I remeber seeing a few of them before when he was jogging, but I wasn't purposefully trying to look. Now I have a nice perfect view. He slowly unbuckels his belt and throws it on the floor. His pants look skin tight I don't know how the hell he's going to get them off. To my surprise they came off just fine, of course his shoes came first but yeah, I don't get my point.

Now we're both just standing here,

IN OUR AMERICAN APPERAL UNDERWEAR [I'm totally kidding guys]

I look down at his underwear and there's a bulge I try not to smile at the sight of it, but I fail. I even giggle a little, what the hell am I? A giggling little schoolgirl? That's so lame. I standing here all awkward until walks over to his desk. "What are you doing?" He answers me by holding up a shiny gold packet.

"Can we finally get started? He askes walking back over. I suddenly get a chill of cold air. Has this room always been this damn cold? Geesh.. "Oh don't worry babe, it's going to get really hot in here. I'll keep you warm." Okay I just died on the inside. He grabs my hand and walks us over to his desk. He sits down and pulls his undwear off and says, "Come sit on Mr. Styles' lap." I'm totally shocked that he said it in that way but, it turned me on so much. I pull my underwear down and sit on his thigh. "I want you to put the condom on me." I thought he was kidding until he handed me the rubber.

I rip it open and place it on top of him. I try not to break eye contact as I move my hand slowly down his dick. He starts to breath a bit faster than normal. I'll take that as a good thing. He takes my hand when I'm done and asks, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." I say already out of breath. He pulls me by side, towards him. Time is moving so slow, it felt like years before he finally went inside of me.

"God." Was the first thing that escapes from his mouth. I could say the same thing. His hands are gripped on my waist, I can feel his short nails. I start to move up and he grunts. My eyes are squinted shut from the amount of pleasure I'm receiving. I go a bit faster and my hands land on his shoulders.

"Harry, oh my god." I say over and over. I don't know why, but that's all that I can manage out.

"Yes, Mercedes. Say my name again." I rest my head on his shoulder.

"Harry?" I laugh and he does too, but it doesn't stop either of us from going. He kisses my neck and I start to dig my nails into his back. I didn't even notice that I was totally wrapped around him. I, eventually come undone, moaning his name. Harry stops, gets up, and sets me on the chair.

"God, that was so good." he smiles. My eyes look down at his lower half and notice that there wasn't any come inside of the condom.

"You didn't come?" I ask getting up to get dressed.

"Nope."

"Oh.."

"Oh! No, it's not your fault or anything. I just didn't want to." That's really weird.

"Why not?"

"Because I want to come inside of you. That pretty little mouth of yours." He winks. "I will next time though. You should go, I need to say here and clean up a bit." Well, that's specific.

"You know, I like this plan of yours, Styles." I say walking out of the room with my bag.