Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

He Misses You - Blurb

Harry's eyes fluttered closed as he lay on your pillow, inhaling in your scent slowly, allowing the intoxicating flavour to envelope his very being.

He missed you. God, did he miss you. He missed your smile, your laugh, your lips, and... He missed the delicious moans that would fill the otherwise silent room, or mix with his to form a beautiful symphony as he pleasures you. He missed it all.

Despite his better judgement, he told you to go out with your friends as you'd previously planned instead of staying with him. He knew it was unfair to constantly expect you to live by his schedule, but he'd hoped you'd just want to stay with him more.

An hour passed and he grew impatient, shifting on your bed to reach for his phone on the nightstand. He dialled your number, pressing the device to his ear. Playing with the edge of your pillow as the thoughts of your lengthy moans caused his cock to stir in his tight jeans.

"Hey Harry." You sounded cheery, slightly tipsy but he hoped the bubbly greeting was due to him and not alcohol.

"Baby," he hotly whispered, cock fattening in his boxers. "I need you."

"H-Harry." You stuttered, clearly caught off guard. Before you could continue, he carried on speaking.

"I know it's unfair, but can you please come home? It's my first day back and I miss you. Y/N, I miss you so much. I need to feel you wrapped around me, need to hear you moaning my name..." Harry ground his hips against the mattress, pre-cum bubbling at his tip. He swore quietly, body heating all over.

You gasped quietly, excusing yourself from your friends to someplace more private. "I'm sorry for going out on your first day back," you sincerely spoke. "But I can't just leave."

"You can, Y/N. Make something up, I'm begging you." Harry couldn't care less at this point how desperate he sounded. He needed you, and he wouldn't tire until he had you.

You hesitated, deciding to agree with him this once. "Fine."

You could hear the smirk in his voice. "I want to make you writhe."

"Harry." You hushed, ignoring the wetness pooling in your underwear. "I'm on my way."

You hung up without waiting for a response, leaving him impatient and hungry for your blessed touch.

You rushed home after mumbling a pathetic excuse to your friends, unlocking the front door and calling Harry's name. He responded with a grunt and 'in the bedroom, baby'.

You hurriedly entered your shared bedroom, seeing your boyfriend in only his boxers, palming roughly at the large tent straining against the material.

"Harry," you whispered lowly and his eyes shot open, whimpering.

"Baby. Baby girl, come here." He reached his hand out, grasping yours and enticing you closer.

Your heartbeat thudded against your chest and you kissed his red, bitten lips, cupping his structured jawline in your cold hands, slowly edging them down to his crotch, rubbing gently.

He gasped at your touch, revelling in even the slightest pressure. You kissed his neck and collarbone, loving the sound of his moans.

"I've missed this so much." He grunted, thrusting upwards against you. "I've missed you."