I sat up on my bed, groaning and pulling at my roots before pushing my hair away from my face, just for it to slide against my cheeks again. "It's not that hard, just think." I mumbled to myself. I had been working on this report for hours, even though it wasn't mine. I was just proof reading and making corrections here and there, it's harder than it sounds when you're a perfectionist.
I bit my lip, tucking strands of my hair behind my ear and focusing on my sentence. I was so deep into it that I didn't even notice when Harry walked out of the bathroom with a towel hanging loosely on his hips.
"Baby? Are you okay?" He inquired. "Mhm, sounds great." I responded, not really paying attention or even looking up. He chuckled and moved across the room to our walk in closet. I slightly smiled, finally getting a hang of what I was doing.
He walked back out, dressed in only his briefs. He took a seat behind me, causing me to sit between his legs, wrapping his arms around my waist, he placed a kiss on the back of my head. "Are you nearly done with that?" He softly murmured in my ear. I giggled. "No baby, i'm not." I said amused.
"Y/n come on, you've been at it since before I came home. Take a break, you can continue tomorrow, i'll even help you." He whined, nuzzling his face into my neck. "I just have to finish these last three pages H, y/f/n is counting on me. You can understand that right?" I half laughed, speaking in a soft voice.
"And you can understand that I want your attention right now right? Baby come on, five minutes." He mumbled, placing soft kisses on my bare left shoulder. "Five minutes and i'll leave you alone."
"Harry no, I really have to get this done, just hold off for an hour, one hour and you'll have my full attention I promise okay? Just stop." I giggled, pushing my shoulder backwards so he'd get his lips off me.
"No way am I waiting an hour to kiss my girlfriend when i've been home for two hours without even getting a hug, i'll tell you that." He moved his kisses to my back, playing with the hem of my bra, where his hands were on my chest. I grabbed both his hands and rested them on my sweatpants covered thighs.
"I can't do this right now, keep your hands to yourself Styles." I sighed, a hint of amusement in my voice.
"Y/n if you don't kiss me right now, i'm going to have to distract you, and I promise you that's going to take more than just five minutes." He huskily whispered in my ear.
I bit my lip, trying to suppress the smile threatening to adorn my face and how much of an impact those words had on me at the same time.
"You're already distracting me now and it's not doing much is it?" I smirked. He chuckled, pushing my hair away from my neck and tucking it behind my ear.
"Correction; I was bothering you, not distracting you. But now that you've decided to challenge me, i'm gonna have to do something about it." He pressed a kiss just below my ear before deciding to move his lips down to my neck.
My body stiffened at the contact and I had to close my eyes. I swallowed sharp.
"Harry." I warned. He knew what that did to me. It didn't help when his hands gave my thighs a squeeze and moved up, tracing my bikini line and tracing patterns on my stomach. I mentally cursed myself for not putting on a shirt over my bra.
"What it is baby?" He momentarily removed his lips from my flesh to respond, immediately placing them back on my neck after.
"Please stop." I whimpered, not really wanting him to stop. My hands had moved away from my keyboard, gripping the sheets beside me.
"I told you what would happen if you didn't kiss me. You only have yourself to blame." He casually informed me, moving his hands back down to grip my thighs.
"Just relax, let me take care of you." He began leaving open mouthed kisses down my neck, knowing that it always drives me crazy when he did that.
"H please, I- I really have to... really have to finish...". I was screwed. Moans came out halfway through my sentence and I couldn't even finish it due to how breathless I was.
"Mhm." He moved his hands away from my thighs to close my laptop and slightly pushed it further down the bed. He trailed his hands back up, gliding his fingers right where I wanted them, rubbing softly but harsh enough to make me bite my lip again.
I leaned my head back on his shoulder, giving him more access to my neck, my soft moans falling right in his ear. I felt him smile against my skin.
I groaned when he applied pressure down there and spoke in defeat.
"Fine, you win. Distract me."
