Sidemen Imagines

Distraction (Simon #20)

"Yeah that should be alright," I hear (Y/N) quietly mumble from the room to my left. It's only when I enter through the door less threshold that I find her to be talking to herself. However it soon becomes clear that she's busy talking on the phone and hasn't gone completely insane. I can't really make out who she's chatting to, or what it's about but if it's important I'm sure she'll tell me later.

Noticing her tiny pattering as she paces lightly all the more makes me want to engulf her in an embrace. Silently I creep up behind her; when I'm close enough I envelope my arms around her torso. Jumping back and gasping in reaction just makes me giggle and cocoon her further. "Si, I'm on the phone," (Y/N) whispers to me, removing the phone from her ear for a moment to bore her eyes down into mine. I remain silent, smiling up at her. "Sorry what was that?" she calls down the other line rotating her head back up, whilst trying to budge me with her free hand, failing.

If anything I just snuggle into her more and start kissing her neck, my head partially resting on her shoulder in the process. Smiling as I kiss her just makes me smile wider, especially as she tries to escape me. She just increases the area of skin for me to kiss and I'm able to deepening them too. "...Simon!" I don't hear the first bit, only my name, making me chuckle against her neck. "Please get off, I'm not even going to be too much longer," she pleads but I ignore childishly.

"I'm not going anywhere (Y/N)." She grunts in annoyance.

"Please Simon," she attempts to argue and even though the strain in her voice kills me, so does she. "Please. I'm all yours after, promise," she says effortlessly, sloughing her body as if she has nothing left to give. I take a moment, and then loosen my arms from her frame - and with my head drooping behind me, I step back. "Thank you," is all she says before returning to her device, leaving me staring at her and the clock on the wall. Eagerly observing as every second ticks away.

My right foot starts to tap against the carpeted floor impatiently; my arms fold over each other across the front of my chest and my breathing becomes agitated. Faintly she giggles, and I see her giddy smile as she waddles around the room again. My head lolls about my neck as I stare uninterestingly at the floor, trying to pass the dragging time on quicker that I keep getting reminded of by the constant ticking from the wall. Why do girls talk for so long? What is there even to talk about that requires the whole day?

"Si," I hear faintly, but it's enough to reopen my closed eyes and bring my gaze up from the cream carpet. Unconsciously my hand reaches out, cupping (Y/N)'s soft pale cheek in my hand, bringing her closer to me. Our lips tingle each others as they move in rhythm repeatedly, demanding more as they get more involved. Moans are audible as the event becomes more heated.

I bring both my hands down to (Y/N)'s waist and slide my hands up a fraction of the bottom of her shirt. She complies as her arms grip tightly around my neck and back of my head where she scrunches up bits of my hair as my hold on her strengthens. With both arms, I pick her up. Automatically her legs hug onto me whilst her body lies closer to mine, so close we're pressed together and I can feel her figure leaning on me.

When I reach the wall furthest away from the doorway, I let my hands slide from around (Y/N)'s back and allow her spine to rest against the cream walls. Her legs remain glued to me, just a little less tightly. Our eyes collide as we hold each other. "Sorry I was a prick a few minutes ago," I sympathise, my breath catching in the thin air between. "I just really wanted you."

She heavily breaths in whilst shifting her hands so they're firmer around the top of my back, "Yes you were, but I forgive you." Her luscious lips grin up at mine; I kiss them, then her forehead, before journeying down her face – pecking her temples, cheek, jaw and then her neck. Light giggles escape her mouth which vibrates against my lips making them increasingly upturn and deepen against her skin. Advancing further, my lips trails across her arm, which goes weak against my touch, briefly dipping down.

"I love you," I remind her when I reach her hand, which she now reclines against my right cheek.

"I love you too," and as she tells me her mouth swiftly moves across the tip of my lips in a playful manner, before I put an end to the teasing and full forcefully kiss her lips passionately, biting down on the bottom one for a split second in the process earning a moan. Whilst I know she's engaged in my lips and the back of my head, I limbo my hands onto her sides and gently press my hands into her. Then when I know she's not expecting it, I tickle her sides.

Almost instantly she tries to throw my hands off, which only causes her body to slip down the wall a fragment before I grab onto her legs, preventing any more back pain. "Sorry," I mumble into (Y/N)'s sweet smelling hair as I kiss her head and gradually lower her legs down from me so she can now stand up herself, but maintaining to support her until she can stand by herself (which is a good few seconds).

"Don't," I hear her murmur as her head's lying against my chest. At this, I lower my own weighted head and rest it on top of hers whilst I tangle her hair in my fingers with one hand, and hold her against me with the other.

We remain in peaceful silence for a short period before a light bulb flickers in my head, "(Y/N)." She mumbles a warm soothing 'um' against my chest, nuzzling her face in deeper. "Mind if I ask who was on the phone earlier?" I feel Y/N fidget against my top before shifting her head up, pushing mine up in the process, and making me look into her eyes. I start trying to read her, searching for an answer, but nothing arises.

"My mum," she answers in a shallow tone, breathing out a heavy breath after and disconnecting her gaze from me. I furrow my eyebrows inwards as my face sags overall.

"Is everything okay?" I ask softly, treading water as I feel something's wrong; my arm protectively looping around her waist securely, almost cradling her in a way. She doesn't answer, just remains glued to the floor. "(Y/N)," I fragilely add whilst I wrap my other arm around the top of her back and hug her. "Baby, it's alright," I sorrowfully clip on just as I hear a sniffle and feel a shaking head brushing my top.

"It's not Si." A sad voice fades out. Another sniffle, but then she regains enough of herself to look at me. Her partially glassy eyes looking empty; my hand instantly reaches up to hold her head. "Nan's really ill." It's all she says but it's all she has to. I bring her extremely close to me, trying to hold her to make the pain vanish. I kiss the top of her head and rock her body back and forth sympathetically yet just as lovingly as ever before.

"I love you, and she does too no matter what happens."

Bit of a random imagine, but oh well and thank you so much for 17K! It's unreal.