Harry Styles Imagines { Ongoing }

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summary: in which; you take a phone call as Harry is begging for your attention and he's just not having it.

trigger warnings: kinks, sexual content, mature themes.

word count: 1.2k

includes: oral (female receiving), fingering, eavesdropping.

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HARRY hates it when she takes a business call, because that means the attention isn't on him anymore. And, let's be honest, he loves his wife's attention. "Baby." His lips pouted as the words slowly drew from his lips, eyeing her sitting on the bed with her phone tucked into her ear.

She looked up to him with sorry eyes, mouthing an 'I'm sorry' to him as her eyes fell back to the papers on her lap, her fingers running through her tangled hair. His brows were furrowed and his teeth were gnawing at his lip when the idea sprung into his head, his hands on the arm of the spinning office chair as he pushed himself up and made his way over to the bed.

She looked up at him in curiosity, nearly dropping the phone onto the floor as he grabbed a hold of her ankles and pulled her to the end of the bed, his knees hitting the floor as he pulled her as close as he could without her falling off. "What are you doing?" She whispered, holding the phone slightly away from her ear.

        "Focus on your phone call." He let his fingers dance up the smooth skin of her legs, bunching the t-shirt she wore up at her waist. "S'okay, just handle your work." He assured, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her baby pink panties as he dragged them down her legs, spreading her legs and letting her legs rest over his shoulders.

        "Harry." She warned, her free hand reaching down to grip onto the hair atop of his head. He held his finger to his lips before he pressed his lips against the skin of her knee, lips leaving sloppy, wet kisses all the way up from her ankle to her thighs. Her teeth sunk into her lip as she mumbled an mhm to the person on the other side of the phone, her fingers scratching delicately at his scalp.

Full, pink lips puckered on her thigh, his tongue running along her warm skin as her head fell back at the pleasure she was feeling. Unsure of how she could finish the call, she nearly hung up before Harry stopped her with his hand, ushering her to continue while he continued; making it into a game. "Stay quiet, baby. You can do it."

She furrowed her brows at him before his full lips wrapped around her throbbing clit, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her head fell back. She gnawed at her lip as his lips sucked and slurped at her sensitive bundle of nerves, her fingers fisting in his hair and giving it a harsh tug.

        "Mhm." She mumbled through the phone, her fingers gripping tightly onto the phone as he continued his sweet, blissful torture on her clit, his long, slim index finger slowly running up and down her slick folds, collecting the wetness that was pooling between her legs. "Yeah, I underst— stand." She muttered out, her back falling flat onto the bed as she held the phone to her ear, letting out a quiet cry as his two fingers slowly pushed inside of her, covering it up with a cough that caused her to clench around his fingers.

Harry looked up at her from between her thighs, her eyes locked on his with her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as his tongue worked tortuously slow against her, her head falling back at the sudden action of his fingers curved upwards inside of her, the feeling of her clenching around him enough to make his head start to spin.

        "I— I.." She let out a quiet whimper, "I didn't know that they—" Harry's fingers slowly retracted, and she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "I didn't know that they were looking to invest that much." She finished, running her fingers through her hair that was dampened with sweat.

But Harry wasn't done.

He stood up to his feet quickly, untying the string of his sweats and letting them drop to the floor, his hard, full cock springing to attention, her eyes nearly begging him not to do anything that she couldn't handle while on the phone, but he didn't care. He coated his hand in spit, and all she could do was lay back on the bed and let it happen — knowing that they both needed this.

With one quick thrust, Harry was buried deep inside of her, her legs resting on his sides as her eyes closed at the feeling. She couldn't fight the sound that left her lips at the feeling, having it been awhile since they were able to be intimate. "Are you alright?" Her partner asked over the phone, all she did was nod — but then realized she couldn't see that through the phone.

        "Y— Yeah." She stuttered out, Harry's hands on her hips as he relentlessly pounded into her, her hand flying up to her mouth to prevent any sounds from leaving them. "I stubbed my toe." It was the first excuse that came to mind, though it was muffled by her hand. "Can.. Can I call you back?" She asked, her back arching off the bed as soon as his thumb came in contact with her throbbing clit.

With a quick yeah from the other side of the phone, she tapped the screen and tossed the phone to the side of the bed, a flood of sounds immediately falling from her lips. "You did s'good, baby. You kept quiet." Harry complimented, his hand running over the skin of her exposed stomach as he pulled her body into his.

        "I hate you so much." She joked, letting her legs lock around his slim waist as he leaned over her, her arms wrapping around his neck as she let the loud sounds fall from her lips, right into his ear. "I'm going to get you back for that some day." She threatened through her moans, Harry letting out a breathless chuckle against her skin.

        "Looking forward to it, baby." Their lips connected in a heated kiss, his fingertips leaving crescent moons on the smooth skin of her hips, his hand reaching up to tangle in her hair. "I'm so close, baby.." Harry whispered into her ear, and at the desperate sound of his voice, she tightened her legs around him and clenched around him, Harry's head falling back with a loud groan as he filled her up completely, panting against her chest.

The last few thrusts he administered were enough to make her cry out and drench him and their sheets in her come, a loud call of his name leaving her lips. "God, Harry.." She mumbled, her arms wrapping around his back as he collapsed onto her chest, his hair sticking to his forehead. "I don't know how I'm not pregnant yet." She laughed, Harry looking up at her with a glare of his eyes before he stood up, both letting out a quiet whine at the feeling of him slipping out of her.

        "You're about to be after that one." He commented, his fingers running over her legs until they were both interrupted by a loud ping on her phone, her hand reaching blindly over to grab the device. She sat up in a hurry, Harry looking over at her with a furrowed brow, "Y'alright?" He asked with a laugh, pushing his damp hair off of his forehead.

        "The call didn't end."