#jealous harry styles

[lonely-teddy-bear]

I know you’re not doing requests right now. But I just had to send this while I was thinking about it. What about something with you being out at a club with Sarah, Mitch and Harry- you and Harry are just friends cause you had recently met. You and Sarah are on the dance floor when a guy gets too aggressive with you and Harry swoops in the get him away from you and make sure you’re ok. Maybe being touchy with each other after and maybe it turning into something from there. -🍯

a/n: oh honeyyyy this with lhh !!! enjoy bestieeee. this had been in the drafts for a while fyi lol

pairings: jealous!lhh x f!reader

wc: over 2k

warnings: the audacity of men not taking no for an answer, aggression, fighting, little to no smut just some touching and kissing.

Loud music surrounded the bodies of hundreds, moving theirs hips and heads to the sound of the music. The cold air and the music was the first thing that Y/n noticed but didn’t have time to enjoy it, to inhale it into her blood stream. She was being dragged away by the hand into the dance floor, Sarah having wanting to go dancing for so long and decided that tonight was the night. Y/n wasn't a fan of clubs but if the drinks were free and she was with he friends than what could go wrong? She loved the feeling of the alcohol in her system, the sweat already dripping down her body.

While they danced together, laughing at the moves they did together, Harry was with Mitch on the side of the dance floor. They watched them but as well talked to each other and to other guys that decided to join them believing that Harry and Mitch were watching some random girls. But to Harry Y/n was anything but random.

Y/n knew that she was being watched, Sarah having pointed out how Harry was looking at her most of the time and how there was guys around looking. It could have been because of the the tight black skirt and the of the shoulder grey shirt she was wearing, along with some black boots. Y/n was the definition of not caring, wasn't one to dress up or down but she dressed in the most easy going way but in her own style. Although her style did change a lot and it secretly was because of Harry.

Harry was going through his rocker phase and Y/n couldn't help but to change her style as well, for her liking but deep down she did it just to try to get his attention.

Of course whatever she did caught his attention. Especially right now when a man who didn't look any older that 30 was going towards her. It wasn't rare for a man to go up to her and dance with her but it never really happens when Y/n is with Sarah because most of the time people would get the memo.

But not this man. He only saw a beautiful woman, dancing with her friend probably because she didn't have a man to dance with, or so he thought.

The minute the hands touched her waist and the sudden whispering to her ear, she jumped and pushed him away. "Hey man, back off." Y/n said, not wanting to give him the impression that she was into him because she was not.

"Awe come on baby, don't be like that. I see the way you're dancing with your friend. You're lonely, you need a man to dance with." The man tried grabbing her arm again but Sarah pushed them away, telling him to fuck off but he didn't seem to take a hint because he laughed and grabbed Y/n's waist.

"Dude I said fuck off, I am not interested." Y/n started trashing around, pushing him away as hard as possible. As many people as there was around it seemed as if no one was paying attention or they just didn't care at all. "Calm down you bitch, I'm doing you a favor." Y/n gasped and punched the man in the nose, finally letting her go but didn't have a chance for the man to react because he was being turned around and being punched again. Y/n back away, Sarah running to her and grabbing her into a side hug.

"I called the guys over. It's okay now." it was not okay, for Y/n it wasn't okay, because this would have gone wrong if Sarah or Harry wasn't there, hell even if Mitch wasn't there. This had been one of the reasons why she didn't like clubbing, because things like this could happen at any minute. Yet it happened while she was with a friend.

"SHE SAID NO AND YOU STILL TOUCHED HER? YOU FUCKING PRICK."

Y/n and Sarah were looking at Harry screaming and punching the man, Mitch trying to hold him back but looked at the girls helpless because no one wanting to step in. The bouncer was no where to be seen but it wouldn't help either because Harry was well known at the bar, so this wasn't a first.

Sarah pulled Y/n to the side, trying to get her away from the commotion and to that she drank, not wanting to remember the night and hope that enough alcohol in the system would make the feeling of the mans touch go away. She was feeling gross, wanting to scrub her body raw but knew she had to wait to get home. While y/n was drinking Sarah was speaking about how man are so disrespectful to woman but y/n wasn't listening to her. She was just drinking and listening to the deafening music.

The feeling of a hand on her shoulder snapped her out and caused her to jump, throwing her drink to the person.

"Holy shit, Y/n, it's me. Sorry for scaring you." Y/n quickly placed her glass down and grabbed as many napkins as possible while mumbling how sorry she was. Y/n wasn't paying attention on what she was doing, only that she needed to clean Harry because she wet him with her drink. Her hands were shaking and she kept mumbling how sorry she was but all that Harry cared about was whether if she was fine or not.

Harry lightly pushed he hands away from where they were in his shirt, almost having them unbuttoned. He placed his hands on her the side of her face and made her look up at him.

"Breath, Y/n. You are okay, I'm here now. Let's go get you cleaned up." At first, Y/n was confuse as to why she would need cleaning but then saw where Harry was looking. Her hand had been bruised and some blood were on it, from hitting the guy in the nose. She hadn't known she had done some damage, only knew that Harry had continued the conflict.

The walk over to the bathroom was silent, mostly because the loud music was getting in the way and the talking was annoying at that point. They both wanted to get out of the place, wanting to be home or just in a secluded place, anywhere but the club. But the closest thing that they could find was a unisex bathroom and no one questioned them or tried stopping them when they went in together. After the scene most people knew about what had happened and who to avoid.

Closing the door behind and locking it, Harry walked Y/n over to the sink, her looking around the bathroom amazed of how it looked. It wasn't a dirty bathroom but it made sense since the club was a well known and hard to get in club.

It had white tiles but there was red lighting which made it look good and not dark. The toilet was straight forward and the sink was on the side, having enough space for a person to do their whole makeup, or have a person to sit on. Harry did just that. Picked up Y/n and placed her gently on the counter, looking at her in the eyes to make sure she was okay.

Y/n was perfectly fine, in fact she was past fine. The previous events already forgotten and her mind right on the person that was currently wetting a paper towel next to her. She couldn't believe what was happening but also it was only happening because of the situation.

Harry placed himself in between Y/n legs, neither of them noticing of the position they were in but they could feel the tension because it was there and obvious and the stupid lighting was making it worse. Their heartbeats were beating fast and they swore that they both could hear each others breathing get faster and deeper. But Harry was too focused on the bruised and bloodied hand that he didn't care if Y/n could hear his heart beating for her. In fact he wanted her to hear it. Y/n in the other hand was staring at Harry, seeing how his jaw would clench and his eyes are focusing on her hand, making sure not to hurt her and inspecting it, making sure it wasn't broken.

"Can you wiggle your fingers for me?" Y/n nodded, looking at Harry in the eyes but Harry smiled at her waiting for her to do it.

"Oh right," she blushed and looked down to her hand which had moving fingers. "Sorry," she whispered.

Harry moved her head back up to look at him with his bloody hand under her chin. "You need to stop being sorry for things that aren't your fault. None of this is your fault and you need to stop apologizing for every little thing." Sorry was on the tip of her tongue but held back and instead nodded. Harry moved his hand away and placed it on her knee. Y/n gasped and held his hand up close to her, trying to see his injuries.

"Oh god Harry, are you okay?" She quickly tried to get off the counter wanting to go get some wet towels but Harry stopped her, shaking his head at her. "I'm okay, love. You are the one I'm cleaning, not the other way around." Without intention, y/n pouted. She wanted him to be clean and take care of him but he wasn't going to let her, not when it was his choice on doing it.

"Well can I at least dry your shirt?" Y/n gave Harry puppy eyes, hoping that he would just let her do it but even that he wouldn't let her do.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, not looking away from each other. Harry removed his shirt and threw it to the side of the sink, causing Y/n looking at the material feeling the need to wash it.

"Leave it, y/n." So she did and looked back at him. He was looking good under the red lights, the sweat on him made him look hotter under the light and y/n couldn't help but to close her legs and crossing them together, wanting to relief the tension between her legs.

Harry noticed, his eyes got darker, or it could have been the lighting but what was obvious was the clenching of his jaw. He slowly walked back towards her and slowly moved his hands towards her knees up to her thighs. "How are you feeling?"

She didn't know if he meant emotionally or physically because either way she was feeling the same. Hot, in pain and aroused. She had touched herself to the thought of him and dreamed about this exact moment but she never knew that it would happen. Neither of them knew that they liked each other and when Harry saw another man touch his girl he knew he couldn't let it go. No man was going to touch what was his and he wanted to let them know. With a nod from Y/n, Harry pushed her legs apart and placed himself in the middle, the need to be closer to her winning.

Without hesitation, Harry leaned in and kissed her. A moan escaping from both of their throats, the feeling of each other finally coming true. The kiss was gentle at first but then Harry moved his hands up to her waist and pulled her closer. Her skirt rose up higher, her legs being exposed and the only thing in between each other was his pants and her underwear. The feeling of her covered center touching his waist made her moan, Harry's tongue going into her mouth, tasting the rum on her lips and the sweet taste of cherries from where she was eating them earlier. He couldn't have wanted this more than he does right now and knowing he was the one kissing her and making her moan out to him turned him on. He wanted to fuck her in the counter but knew that he wanted to do it with her for the first time in his bed, or her bed. As much as both of them wanted to rip each others clothes in the bathroom in a popular club they wanted their privacy.

Harry moved one of his hands up to her head, slightly grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, moving his lips from her lips down her jaw and to her neck. He wanted to make her his, it was all he wanted and it was the only thing that was running through his mind. Meanwhile, Y/n was enjoying the slight groping of her dream man, her right hand was on Harry's head, pulling on his hair as well but couldn't help but to move her left hand down to in between them, touching the bulge that was poking her leg.

At the feeling of her hand touching him he stopped kissing her neck, moaning out her name. "Y/n, stop. Not here."

She wanted to ask why but knew that he was right. Not in this bathroom, not while we have blood and alcohol in our body.

Harry looked her deep in the eyes, his hands resting on the counter next to her legs, leaning in towards her. He glanced at the mark in her neck, a smirk appearing in his face, looking proud of his work.

"Now everyone will know you belong to me."

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[foolforharrry]

Take That Back

Summary: Low key angry sex?

Word count: 3.1k words

I wrote this a lil while ago and it's based on my own characters.

Warnings: Smut and pure smut :)

If you guys have any feeback or requests that would be really much appreciated

"You're gonna want to take that back, Y/N" He stands up from his seat, starting towards me where I'm sat by the kitchen island with my spoonful of food halfway between the plate and my mouth. Harry abandoned his food on the coffee table, the spaghetti barely touched.

I tilt my head to the side, slowly lowering the spoon, "Take what back? That you're an arrogant son of a bitch?", I challenge him, planting my feet on the ground to meet him in the middle of the room. "Because I was simply just stating the truth."

Instead of stopping, like I thought he would, he keeps walking, forcing me to retake my steps until my ass is pressed to the counter and Harry's body is flush against mine.

My breath hitches in my throat when he grasps my jaw, forcing me to crane my neck so my eyes can meet his. His pupils are blown so far that there is barely any green left in his irises as he leans his down until our noses touch and I can feel his breath hit my parted lips.

"Are you sure you don't want to take it back? This is your last chance before I fuck your throat so hard you can't speak."

I let out a shaky exhale, pinching my thighs together as his words go straight to between my legs. I struggle to maintain eye contact when his free hand squeezes my waist, gripping the counter hard enough for my knuckles to turn white as I speak, "You know I'm right."

Without giving me a chance to react, Harry connects our lips, my head tilting to the side from the force of it as I gasp in surprise. He takes the parting of my lips as an opportunity to tangle his tongue with mine.

After a few seconds, my body reacts to him before my mind can, my fingers tangling in his curls and gripping his waist. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest when he hoists me up to sit on the counter, moving his body between my legs without breaking the kiss. His centre pressed right against mine.

I can feel how hard he is already through the jeans we're both wearing as I am throbbing myself.

There is nothing gentle about the way he is clawing at every part of me he can get his hands on. The remnants of the wine and dinner is still on our tongues and the food forgotten when he grabs a handful of my hair in his grip, tugging it before he starts trailing kisses down my neck. Sucking and nibbling harshly at the skin before soothing the skin by licking it.

I let out an involuntary moan when he finds my sweet spot just underneath my jaw. He takes extra time there, suctioning the skin into his mouth gracing it with his teeth enough so that I'm sure I'll have a very visible hickey there tomorrow.

Harry's hips rut forward at the sound, groaning from the friction. His breath falters against my skin before he rips his mouth off my neck so he can reconnect our lips.

I welcome him back into my mouth, slipping my hand underneath his shirt. I let it travel over his smooth, warm skin, his abs contracting as I trace the waistband of his jeans. My body feels hot from his touch and I am ruining my underwear from how turned on I am.

Harry slaps my hand away when I start palming him through his jeans, groaning into my open mouth before he wraps his ring clad hand around my throat, pulling me off the counter.

"On your knees.", his voice is deeper than usual.

Normally I would protest to his demands, but I find myself dropping to my knees and looking up at him without a second thought.

Fucking hormones. I blame his fingers that are restricting the blood going to my brain just enough to make me feel dizzy.

"Look at you on your knees for me like a pathetic little slut.", he mocks me as he unbuckles his belt, his dick is straining against his jeans. "Whose slut are you?" Harry grasps my jaw, causing my swollen lips to pucker, popping the button before slowly dragging the zipper down.

When I don't answer immediately, he releases my face, retracting his hand before my head turns to the side from the force of his hand. The burning sting of his palm has me letting out a shaky breath. I pinch my thighs together as the throb between my legs is starting to get unbearable.

Harry crouches down in front of me. His nose touches mine as his hand goes back around my throat. Applying a dizzying pressure again, he grits, "I asked you a question, baby. Whose slut are you?"

"Yours.", I breathe out.

"Good girl.", he praises, pressing his lips against mine quickly before standing back up, ripping off both his trousers and underwear at the same time.

He lets out a groan when his dick hits his stomach. His tip is an angry red and leaking with precum. Rock hard.

I am practically drooling at the sight, my underwear definitely ruined. I meet his eye when he wraps his free hand around himself, slowly moving it up and down while occasionally letting his thumb swipe over his head. He throws his head back with a groan, his mouth falling open.

"Are you just gonna wank by yourself or do you want some help with that?"", I ask, my voice cracking from the pressure still around my neck.

His rings are reflecting the lights as he smirks at me, "If you want a taste, all you gotta do is use your words, pretty girl."

This man and his ego-

Without saying a word, I unbutton my jeans, slipping my hand inside to feel myself. I slide my long and pointer finger through my soaking folds, letting my arousal cover them before I start rubbing my clit with the pads of my fingers.

I let out a shaky moan from the instant relief and pleasure I'm getting from the stimulation as I maintain eye contact with Harry. He clenches his jaw in frustration when he sees what I'm doing, pulling me up by the throat again.

He rips my hand out of my jeans as he pins me back against the counter with his hips, bringing my hand to his face with the grips he has on my wrist before taking my wet fingers into his mouth.

He groans as he sucks on them, his warm tongue dragging up and down the digits before he pulls them out again. All whilst staring into my eyes.

"So fucking filthy. And so fucking sweet.", he says, brushing his fingertips back and forth along the waistband of my open jeans and underwear, making me suck in a sharp breath when he leans closer so I can feel his breath brushing against the shell of my ear as he whispers.

"You need me to get rid of that awful pressure in your belly, huh? I bet I would be able to feel just how wet you are through your jeans. You agree?"

When I nod, he trails his free hand up the front of my clenched thighs, tapping them for me to spread them. I comply and he slips his knee between my legs to keep them like that before he shifts so he goes along the inside of my thigh until he stops just below where I need him to touch me the most.

"Is this what I do to you?", he mumbles in my ear when he cups my centre through my clothes, "Your jeans are ruined, darling."

"I'd hope it would be my pussy that was ruined, but I guess clothes are all you can handle.", I shrug nonchalantly, knowing it will rile him up more than he already is.

Without a word, he bends down, throwing me over a shoulder and heading for the stairs after delivering a smack to my ass. I giggle before I slap his in return.

He pushes the door to the bedroom open, kicking it shut with the heel of his foot the second we're both through the door before he throws me on the bed, my body bouncing for a few seconds, causing me to laugh again.

But I shut my mouth very quickly when Harry crawls onto the bed. His face is hovering above mine, our bodies separated by inches. "How do you want me to ruin you?", he asks.

"My mouth?" He starts kissing down my neck.

"My fingers?" Said fingers drift up underneath my shirt, flattening his hand over my ribs. Just underneath my boobs.

"I was thinking more about your cock.", I say, sliding my hand down his torso, feeling his abs contract through the material of his shirt. "But any of those options seem good to me." I wrap my and around his length as I stroke him teasingly, smirking when he shudders. His nose pressed into my shoulder with a moaned 'fuck'.

He quickly swats my hand away while mumbling, "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum."

"Aw.", I coo, "Look who's being a pathetic slut right now?"

Harry is quickly sitting up. On his knees with most of his weight rested on my thighs. He shakes his head with a chuckle, "Oh, darling. You sure you don't want to take that back?"

I push my upper body off the bed, using my elbows to keep it up as I tilt my head to the side with a grin, "You're all bite, no bark, Styles."

"You don't know what you're talking about.", he grits his teeth in anger.

"Is that why you couldn't make me cum last time?"

I watch in satisfaction as his whole face drops in surprise before he starts rambling, "Jesus Christ. I'm so sorry. I thought it was good. What the fuck? You should've said something." He pinches the bridge of his nose and he looks completely mortified.

"Hey.", I get his attention back, stroking his thigh, "Some people are just a lil selfish and can't make a girl come."

Something in his eyes change, his expression becoming determined. "Are you calling me selfish?", once again, his voice drops dangerously as he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere behind him.

I don't know what heartbeat is strongest when I see his defined muscles flex with the movement.

When all I do is stare at him, he gestures to my body. That is still fully clothed. "I don't think that being the only one naked is fair."

"Let's do something about that, then.", I agree, grabbing the hem of my shirt after slipping my arms out of the sleeves, pulling it over my head as Harry unstraddles my lap. He starts pulling my jeans down my legs as I lift my hips to help him with it. And I'm left in my bra and soaked panties.

He smooths his hands over my thighs, his jaw drops with a groan when I unclasp my bra, letting the straps fall off my shoulders before I chuck it somewhere. "You're a fucking dream, baby. Absolutely gorgeous."

He opens his mouth to say something, but I shut him up by pulling him to me by his neck, enveloping his mouth with mine. He responds immediately, climbing over me with one hand cupping my face and his other fondling my tit, rolling my hard nipple between his fingers.

He lets out a groan when I grab his hair, forcing his head back so I can pepper kisses down his neck before suctioning his skin into my mouth, making sure my teeth lightly grace it before swiping my tongue over it after.

After giving him a few bruises, he pushes me back on the bed, my head hitting the pillows as he starts kissing down my body, until he reaches the top of my underwear, looking up at me through his lashes. "This ok?", he asks from where he is laying on his stomach between my spread, bent legs, taking the cotton between his fingers.

He tuts when I only nod, "I'm gonna need words, pretty girl."

"Please."

"That's my good girl." With that he rips the underwear straight off my body, making me wince at the burn. A shudder travels through my body when I can feel Harry's breath on my soaked centre.

His fingers spread my folds before dropping down to my entrance. "You're so fucking wet for me." "Just for you.", I breathe out.

When I feel him flattening his tongue against my pussy, licking a bold stripe up before enveloping my clit with his mouth, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue on the nerves.

I can't hold back the moan escaping my throat, my hips bucking from the pleasure as I bury my hand in his curly, soft hair. Tangling my fingers in them tightly to ground myself.

Harry groans against my heat when I tug on his hair, the extra vibrations making me roll my eyes back in pleasure.

All the pent up frustration and just how turned on I am, has the knot in my belly tightening and the balloon building a lot faster than I'm used to from his talented tongue.

"What the fuck?", I exclaim when Harry stops. His chin and lips are glistening with my arousal. He doesn't even bother to wipe them as he smirks, seeming far too happy with himself.

"I don't want you coming just yet.", he explains, "I want you to come with me."

I sit up completely, licking my lips, "On your back."

When all Harry does is look at me with confusion written all over his face, I move closer to him, wrapping my hand around his throat. "Did I fucking stutter?" "No", he gulps.

"Then go lay down on your back, Harry."

The level of confidence and power I feel when he scrambles to lay down where I was just seconds ago shouldn't feel this good.

I straddle his waist, hovering above him, making sure he is looking at my face, "You want me to ride you, baby?"

"Oh, fuck me." "Planning on it."

With that, I position him at my entrance before slowly sinking down on him. His hands grab my hips, fingers digging into the skin hard enough to leave bruises. The size of him burns, but the pain quickly turns into pleasure as he fills me to the brim.

Harry throws his head back with a drawn-out moan, his abs tightening. "Fuck. Please move, baby.", he pleads, "Please, please."

I smirk, bending down so I can kiss him, my hips moving up his rock hard length as I do. "Is my filthy whore begging?"

"If that means you'll do something. Anything. Then yes.", Harry pants, urging me to move with his hands.

I grant his wish, lifting my hips up until only his head is still in me before slamming my hips back down, moaning into his open mouth when he hits that one spot deep inside that has the knot in my stomach starting to build up again.

Sweat starts to form along my hairline as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, running one of his hands up my spine before wrapping my black hair around it, pulling my head back. I can't help the whimper that comes from the sharp pain in my scalp that immediately turns into pleasure.

I dig my fingernails into his chiselled chest to ground myself when I feel myself starting to get closer. Harry grunts, lifting his hand from my hips before bringing it down to my left ass cheek. Hard. Before he rubs the skin to soothe the pain. His cold rings are still on his fingers only making it hurt more.

"Fuck.", I whimper. "You like that, huh?", Harry asks, "Does my filthy girl like getting her pretty little ass spanked?"

"Yes.", I breathe out pathetically, my eyes squeezing shut in from the way my body feels like it's on fire. My thighs are burning from the exertion, my rhythm faltering.

Harry notices, taking my face in his hands. "Need me to take over?"

When I nod, he brushes the strands of hair that's fallen in front of my face, our noses bumping when he kisses me passionately. He flips us so I'm on my back, propping a pillow underneath my lower back before he hooks my knees over his shoulders.

He quickly slides back into me, not wasting a second before he starts pounding into me. The only sounds in the room are skin slapping against skin and heavy breathing.

My back arches at the change in tempo and the new angle. His movements are rough and precise, hitting all the right spots as he holds onto my thighs for leverage. "You feel so good, baby.", he praises, kissing my calf softly. Contrasting to the sharp thrusts of his hips.

"I'm gonna cum.", I nearly scream when he attaches his thumb to my clit, the added stimulation put together with him edging me has my body squirming. My thighs quiver as my orgasm feels like it's going to rip my body in half in the best way possible. The noises escaping me are uncontrolled as my eyes roll back in pleasure.

I can feel Harry following quickly, his thrusts getting sloppy before he fills me up, riding us both through our highs. He is chanting my name in my ear, drunk on pleasure as he collapses on top of me.

My legs fall off his shoulders as he slides his arms underneath my body, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His hair tickles my skin as my hand drifts to his back, drawing patterns across the muscles on either side of his spine.

I hum in contentment when he rubs my side with the pads of his fingers, enveloped by him. His smell. His taste. His body.

We just lay like that for a while. Enjoying the aftermath of our highs without a word.

That is until Harry slowly pulls his face out of my neck, his eyes soft as he presses a soft kiss to my cheek, murmuring sincerely. "I." One to my nose. "Love." One to my forehead. "You."

Finally, he pecks my lips, my cheeks burning red and my heart fluttering. "I love you too."

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[goldenkiwistyles]

Protective.

2014

Y/n pov:

Being the youngest member of One Direction isn't easy. Especially when I'm 14 and Harry who is the 2nd youngest is 20! Plus I'm the only girl. They like to think they're my bodyguards and are extremely protective of me. Especially Harry. Just this morning I was trying to talk to a fan who was being a bit flirty and he had a complete fit.

It's after the show so currently im wondering around trying to find the boys so I have someone to talk to. I walk into the dressing room to find Harry sat on his own."Where are the others."I shrug my shoulders and walk over to him sitting down on his lap. We make quiet conversation until there's a loud commotion outside and the other four boys burst into the dressing room giving us funny looks. Liam speaks first questioning why I'm sat on Harry's lap. "Cause i want to." I don't know why they have a problem with it. Usually if we are all sat around having a conversation I'll be sat on Harry or one of the boys laps. Out of nowhere the boys start yelling at Harry and he's yelling back. I get ready to intervene, then I see the smile on all five of their faces and realise they're just joking. When they eventually calm down I stare at them giving them questioning looks." Your all weirdos." The boys burst out laughing. "Y/n do you want to sit on my lap?" Before I get the chance to respond to Zayn Harry's tightening his grip on me and send me a glare. "Sure but it doesn't seem like Harry wants to let go of me." He buries his head in the crook of my neck. "I'm enjoying having a cuddle is that a crime?" I sigh leaning back into his chest. "Fine you big softie I'll keep giving you cuddles."

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[gurugirl]

The Scientist & the Stripper | Jealous

Summary: Harry finally comes to visit you at work - and just as you suspected, he gets a little jealous (nerd scientist!harry x stripper!y/n)

A/n: As requested - another check in with our odd couple! I would recommend reading THIS first. 4.4k words

Warning: 18+ only, smut, spanking, jealousy

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You’d given up on having Harry come to see you at work. You understood why he didn’t want to go. You knew he could be a bit jealous. The very first night you met him you saw it when he confronted Dale and then took you away from him at your party. So, if he reacted that way with Dale you could only imagine his reaction to a bunch of men ogling you while you danced half-naked for their money.

You’d been official with him for a few months now and seeing him for nearly 6. Harry was by far the best boyfriend you’d ever had. It surprised you too. When you first slept with him you didn’t think that it would really work in the long run. Not that you didn’t think he was great, but he was very inexperienced and most men weren’t able to deal with your job. Being a stripper meant the pool of men who would consider getting serious with you was limited. And a man who’d never even had sex before? You didn’t think Harry was in that pool. But he was.

He kept coming around and you kept daydreaming about him. Because even though he was a virgin when you first slept with him, he was really really good and he was very sweet. Not the overbearing annoying kind of sweet that you hated. The right in the middle, thoughtful and practical kind of sweet.

And he was a great listener too. Harry loved being taught new things and you didn’t mind teaching him. Because he was a fast learner and he remembered all of your little pointers to the T. He even did his own research apart from you. Harry’s curious, scientist’s mind was always digging into information and learning as much as he could about any subject he found interesting. And he found sex interesting. Obviously. So he learned things you hadn’t even considered teaching him. And he used his new knowledge on you with excitement.

But apart from the sex, Harry was just an overall great guy. He wasn’t a big talker but if he knew about anything being discussed he would give his input and it always amazed you at how smart he was. When you’d have him around your friends he wasn’t shy per se, more so just reserved. He liked to hear what others said and take note. Your friends got used to him. They wound up really liking him. He wasn’t annoying and he didn’t act like a know-it-all. He fit in pretty well.

And Harry had a handful of friends too. He knew them all from the University. They were nice and smart and you liked them all. But Harry was special. You appreciated him so much. You loved that he had his own thing going on and that he wasn’t obsessed with what you were doing when you were working (he knew what you were doing but he didn’t dwell on it).

The last guy you dated was always waiting for you after your shift and making sure you weren’t doing anything he didn’t like. He didn’t trust you. And you always thought you’d have to prove to whomever you dated that you could be trusted. But you never had to do that with Harry. He trusted you. Completely. But he was quite jealous. Territorial. Which was why he always declined in coming to see you at the club. Because he knew you were his and he trusted you, but he didn’t like it when others looked at you or made comments about you. He might have been reserved but he didn’t have any issues being upfront and confrontational when needed.

And you knew this because it happened occasionally. Even when it might not have been a big deal, Harry didn’t like anyone looking at you or trying anything funny. Like when you and Harry went to the North Avenue beach on a warm sunny Saturday. You were in your bikini and laying on a towel while Harry was reading next to you in his swim shorts and a t-shirt.

A guy a few feet away kept looking at you but you didn’t notice because you were napping and had your eyes closed. But then you heard Harry’s voice.

“That’s enough, mate.”

You lifted your head to look up at Harry and saw him looking over you at someone else. You turned and cupped your eyes from the sun to look at the other person and it was a man not far away. He looked from Harry to you and shrugged and then back toward to lake without responding.

And to be honest. You quite liked how Harry was a bit territorial. He was also a little bit intimidating with his height and build so most of the time he was met with little resistance or pushback from anyone he told off.

So when you spotted him on Friday night at Star Room you were surprised. You didn’t know he was planning to visit. You weren’t on stage when you spotted him, luckily, or it might have fucked up your whole routine.

“Sadie, I’ll be right back! My boyfriend’s out there!” You said as you ran out of the dressing room.

Harry spotted you coming from the doorway that led to the fitting rooms behind the stage and he sat up straight smiling at you.

“Baby! What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d just come to check it out. Got my work done and I missed you.”

You usually slept over at his or him at yours but for the past couple of nights, it just didn’t work out. You took a shift on Thursday night and on Wednesday Harry was gone all day at the lab and didn’t come back til late. Your schedules clashed a bit for the last few days so it was nice to see his handsome face.

You sat next to him and kissed his cheek, “I can’t stay here long because I’m going up soon but thank you for coming! Will you stay til I’m off?”

Harry nodded and kissed you in return, “Sure.”

Your routine was sexy. You killed it as usual. And with Harry in the crowd, you really put on a show for him. It was also Friday night and there was a bachelor party in attendance. They were all in the front row and being quite obnoxious but you kept your eyes on Harry.

When your little dress came off and your tits were on show for everyone you watched him tense up as he looked at the men in front of you who were shouting and leaning on the stage throwing cash at your feet.

You still had a job to do so you danced for the ones who gave you the most and squatted in front of them. You pressed your heel into the short guy's cheek as he started to climb up onto the stage when he asked you to marry him. You shook your head and laughed. It was actually a pretty normal Friday night. But you didn’t want them climbing onto the stage. Security usually took care of that for you but as part of your fun show, you gently pushed him away, which the short guy absolutely loved as he threw another wad of cash down for you.

You stood up and moved your hips and walked to the other side of the stage and shook your ass, bending down in front of the men. More cash. More whistles.

When you’d made your rounds and hit all the sides of the stage you noticed Harry wasn’t sitting anymore. He was standing up straight and watching the short guy from earlier. You continued moving your hips and smiling as you looked toward the short guy and realized he was leaning on the stage again. He was saying something you couldn’t hear from where you were but it looked like Harry could hear it and he wasn’t very happy about it.

You looked over at security and they were nearby making sure no one was doing anything they shouldn’t. The short guy wasn’t being that crazy but leaning on the stage was where they usually drew the line. Any more and he’d be escorted out.

The moment your bit was over you scooped up your cash, crawling around on the floor and making a show of it (as usual) when the short guy waved at you and motioned for you to come near.

You looked over at Harry and he was looking at the man with narrowed eyes. You faced the short guy and nodded, “What is it, honey?”

“I’m getting married tomorrow but I think I’m in love with you!” He was laughing with a big smile as he spoke it. You knew it was all in fun. The guy was a bit tipsy and he was obnoxious but he wasn’t doing anything that bad. You’d seen worse.

“I’m sure your fiancé would love to hear that!” You spoke as you stood up with all the cash in hand. But when you stood up you realized Harry was making his way to the front. Toward the short guy.

You quickly left the stage and ran to the dressing room to put your cash away and slip a robe on so you could intervene if needed. Harry was about to tell that guy to buzz off and you didn’t need any altercations.

Harry had never gotten into a fight over you but he didn’t back down either.

By the time you were on the floor and making your way to Harry you realized the two were in a heated discussion and Harry was towering over the guy and calmly telling him to fuck off. But of course, the short guy was drinking and his temperament wasn’t as calm as Harry’s.

You heard bits and pieces of their argument as you got closer, “Dude… your girlfriend is a stripper what do you expect?”

Harry responded but his voice was lower and you couldn’t hear him.

“Man, I’m just having fun here! She had her tits out and she was flirting with me…” you heard him say but the music came on for the next dancer and you couldn’t hear the rest.

You grasped Harry’s arm and looked up at him, “Harry!”

Harry looked down at you and his face softened when he saw you, “I’m sorry. He’s being disrespectful.”

You looked toward the short man, who was only a couple of inches taller than you and the gross smile on his face had your skin crawling. He said something but you couldn’t hear his words over the loud song playing on the speakers.

He reached out to touch your arm but Harry pulled you behind him and pushed the guy away, “Back the fuck off.”

With that Harry turned and moved you away and through the crowd that had gathered toward where the entry to the dressing rooms were.

“Harry, you have to remember this is what happens here. The men tend to be disrespectful. I just ignore them once my routine is over,” you grabbed his collar and made him bend down so you could speak into his ear.

Harry put his arms around you and pulled you into his chest and responded, “I know. But he said he was gonna have you do a private lap dance for him and I don’t like him. I don’t want him touching you.”

You chuckled and smiled, “Harry, it’s part of the job. And I wouldn’t have done a lap dance for him because he’s been a bit too rowdy. I get to choose whom I do a lap dance for. Plus it’s almost closing time. No private dances are allowed now anyway.”

Reluctantly, Harry let you go when you told him you needed to clean up and change. He said he’d be waiting for you where he was sitting originally.

You wiped your makeup off and pulled your hair into a ponytail when Tonya sat down next to you to remove her own makeup, “Is that tall man with glasses out there yours?” You heard her ask you as she continued wiping at her makeup, never looking at you through the mirror.

You smiled and nodded, “Yes. He’s my boyfriend.”

She hummed and this time she made eye contact with you in the mirror, “He’s almost prettier than you. Better keep an eye on him, though. Candy was over there with him just now.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Typical, Candy.”

When you said your goodbyes to the girls you slung your gym bag over your shoulder and walked out into the main room. Sure enough, Candy was still with Harry. She hadn’t changed out of her outfit and she was laughing about something. Which had you rolling your eyes. The girl was ruthless.

“Hi babe,” you spoke as you leaned down to kiss Harry’s cheek.

He quickly stood up and took your hand in his as he turned to Candy, “Told you.”

Candy just winked at you and then looked back to Harry, “Baby, of course, you’re taken. You’re too fucking fine to be single. Take care of this one, Y/n., Jesus he’s gorgeous,” she said as she eyed Harry once more before turning and walking to the dressing rooms.

“I’m sorry. She just started hitting on me. I told her you were my girlfriend over and over,”

You reached up to pull him down and kissed his mouth. He was overthinking again.

You pulled away from the kiss with a smile as you pulled Harry with you toward the exit, “I know, Harry. Don’t worry. Candy’s like that with any attractive man.”

You and Harry were in separate cars and the lot was full when Harry arrived so he was parked a bit away from where you were.

He walked you to your car and then you saw the short guy with a few of his friends. They appeared to be waiting for a taxi. Which might have been the smartest move the short guy had made all night.

He waved at you and then flipped Harry off, all in jest, of course, that much you could tell. But Harry didn’t get that memo.

“Hey!” He shouted as he turned toward the man. He began to walk in the direction of the rowdy group, for what purpose you couldn’t be sure. But you’d never seen him get so riled up before.

“Harry! Stop!” You shouted and jogged toward him, grabbing his arm, “Leave it. He’s just trying to get a rise out of you. He knows we’re together. Don’t play into it.”

Harry looked down at you and clenched his jaw before looking back toward the man, “She’s coming home with me. Get lost!”

You chuckled and pulled at Harry’s arm, “Let’s go home.”

When you both arrived in your separate cars and got into the elevator you realized Harry was still fuming from the guy. You put your hand inside his and looked up at him, “Hey… it’s fine, Harry. You trust me, don’t you?”

Harry’s eyes widened and his features relaxed, “Oh my god. Yes! It’s not you that makes me upset. I just think people should respect boundaries and he was rude and I didn’t like that.”

When the elevator stopped at your floor you both got off and Harry kept your hand in his, “Come to mine,” he said.

You smiled, “Sure.”

The moment you got into his condo Harry locked the door and put his arms around you and tucked his face into your neck, “Go get on the bed.”

You gulped in surprise a little at his demand. He normally asked or suggested. Sometimes he could be a bit dominant but it usually was during the act when he’d already lost himself in lust a bit.

You bit your lip and nodded as you made your way to his room and climbed onto his bed.

Harry joined you in his room a few minutes later, carrying a glass of water which he placed on the bedside table.

He looked at you, his face set stoically as he pulled his shirt off over his head. He crawled onto the bed and his strong chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths. He took your wrists in his hands and pinned you down and began kissing your neck and then up to your jaw, sucking small bruises onto your skin, “You’re mine. Everyone should know this…” he mumbled into your neck.

You gasped at his primal act and felt your body flush with desire. Harry sat up and looked down at the bruises he’d left and smiled, releasing your wrists and then he pulled at you so you were sitting up. He removed your shirt and then unclipped your bra, quickly pulling the material from your breasts before nudging you back down. His mouth covered your nipples and licked at your soft skin before he began sucking more bruises onto the flesh of your tits.

“Harry!” you panted at the feel of him sucking on your skin. It hurt a little but you wouldn’t stop him. You’d never seen him so jealous or territorial or whatever this was. Moving his mouth to your other nipple he looked up at you and sucked hard again, more bruises on your flesh and you keened already feeling your panties getting messy.

Harry knelt above you and kneaded at your tits, observing the work of his hands on your plush skin.

“Harry…” you put your hand up to his chest and felt his warm skin under your palm. He looked up at you and gently put your hand into his and began kissing the underside of your wrist, “I just want everyone to know you’re not up for grabs. You’re only mine.”

He let go of your wrist and lowered himself until his lips were kissing at your ribs and lowering until he got to your belly button. He put his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants and pulled them down fast, the material flying across the room.

He looked down between your legs, pushed your thighs apart, kissed over the fabric of your panties, and made a sound that was awfully similar to a growl. He nosed at your crotch and squeezed at your thighs and then your hips before pushing himself up again to pull your panties off.

He added more bruises to the insides of your thighs and you brushed his hair from his forehead as you watched him in awe. He licked and sucked the soft meat until he finally put you out of your misery and covered your pussy with his big mouth.

Harry’s skill in cunnilingus had only improved. And you learned he loved being praised when he did well. And as a perfectionist who loved being the best at what he did, well… one can just imagine.

You were grasping the sheets and panting when your quaking thighs began to pull closed around Harry’s head. You hadn’t even realized you’d done it until you felt him smack your thigh and he sat back onto his bent legs.

You dropped your mouth open in shock. He’d never smacked your thigh before. He’d tested the waters a few times with a bit of a swat to your bottom, but a full-on palm smack? And he did it in response to you closing your thighs around him. You knew him to be a little dominant but this was new territory.

Harry kept his eyes on yours as he pulled his pants down his legs, “Wish that asshole could hear the way I make you moan when I fuck you,” he spoke as he squared his hips into yours, your legs wrapping around his low back as he settled over you.

“Well if he’s a neighbor then he probably has,” you teased in a giggle. You could be a little loud at times. Not every time you had sex, just when he went especially hard and you had a feeling he was about to rail you.

Harry smirked and then grabbed your left thigh, pulling it down from his back and urging it up toward your chest, then repeated with your other til your knees were being pushed into your body, held in place by his left hand. He sat up as he swiped a finger up your slit before he grasped his cock with his free hand and pressed it through your crease, bumping at your clit and then lowering to just push the tip past your entrance, “You get so wet for me…” another smack to your thigh and you gasped in shock again.

“I think you like that don’t you?” He swatted closer to your bottom as he gripped your shins with his hand to keep you in place.

“Oh my god, Harry! Yes!”

His smirk turned into a genuine smile when he scooted in closer to you, “Good. Because I do too,” he popped your other thigh and then pressed his thick cock into your pussy making you cry out.

Harry keened at the feel of you around him but he gave little pause before he began to sink into you until he was coated by your warm, wet walls.

When his hips began to buck into you he looked down to where his cock was disappearing into your body. Your body lurched under his pounding, his hips smacking into you as he fucked you into the mattress.

Tears began to leak from your eyes as you panted under the pressure, “F-fuck!” was all you seemed to be able to squeak out.

Harry let go of the front of your shins and your feet hit the mattress as he pulled out and leaned over you, pressing his mouth over yours and licking at your lips, “Roll over to your tummy,” he instructed with a murmur against your lips.

Once you were tummy down Harry swatted your bum again, this time feeling the satisfaction of your soft bottom under his palm. He grasped your hips and pulled your ass upward and smacked at your other cheek, causing a yelp to fall from your mouth, “Fuck look at you…” Harry groaned.

With his hands squeezing at your bottom you suddenly felt his tongue on your asshole and that had you losing all composure. Harry kissed over your bottom and sucked at your skin and then sat back with another groan, “I have to get a condom. Fuck I want to come inside your little cunt so bad. Knock you up and show everyone they don’t get to even look at you…”

Your heart was racing in your chest at his words but he did get up to get a condom. Even if it was reluctantly. You’d both discussed having you go on the pill but you’d had so many bad experiences using birth control that you’d given up and Harry seemed happy to continue using condoms. But this was the first time he’d ever said something to the contrary. It was also the first time he’d ever said that.

You pushed yourself up to see him and when he returned to the bed he gave you a pointed look, which had you stuffing your face back into the comforter and arching your back with your ass in the air.

Harry kneed up behind you and put his palms over your cheeks again, spreading them apart before you felt his cock nudging into you, slowly splitting you apart, “So fucking good…” Harry panted.

Soon the bed was creaking and your lungs were getting a good workout as he fucked himself into you at a rough and desperate pace.

You couldn’t lie and say there wasn’t a pinch or the slightest sting of pain from how he worked himself into and dipped deep into your tummy. But it was yummy and every time his hand landed on your thigh or your bottom you jumped and then moaned with a shattered breath.

“Fuck…” Harry sputtered out when his motions slowed but he began grinding into you so deep, barely pulling himself out anymore. He leaned over your back and his lips met the curve of your neck after he took your hair into his fingers and lifted your head upward for his access.

“Harry, please! Oh mmmmmmhh!!”

“And the way you say my name when my dick is deep inside of you…” he rasped into your ear.

Harry rolled his hips languidly, his cock stuffed into the hilt.  Your thighs were quivering once again, you were so close to falling apart. You moved your hand between your legs and began to rub your fingers on your clit and you whimpered at the feeling of your button being rubbed while Harry was deeply fucking you and filling your insides with his length.

Your jaw dropped open as you pleaded for him with your body, pushing back onto him as you choked out sobs of ecstasy.

Harry kept his mouth at your neck and his hand in your hair as he leaned over you, his cock submerged deep, “I know you like this… like my cock don’t you?”

You nodded your head and mumbled a yes as you gasped, your orgasm making your body vibrate as you dissolved in pleasure.

Harry was right behind you. His own voice came out a bit louder than normal as he felt you spasm around him, hot come filling his condom as he pushed into you impossibly deep until you both collapsed on the bed together Harry rolled you both to your sides so he didn’t crush you.

You closed your eyes and sighed and Harry squeezed you close and pressed his nose into the side of your neck

“Mmmm… so good,” you heard Harry whisper, his lips brushing against your neck.

You nodded your head and smiled, “So good.”

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Make You Mine* | TEASER

Summary: Harry and Y/N are FWB but when Y/N has plans with another man Harry gets extremely jealous.

Pairing: FWB!Harry x reader

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Ever since Y/N started this friends-with-benefits type of situation with her best friend Harry, they have been doing their best to keep their emotions in check. It's the same old story; it's fun and exciting, and then one or both of them ends up getting attached. They both know the deal, but it's too tempting to be together, and the sex is just so good.

They never agreed upon being exclusive but they also never explicitly told each other that they shouldn't have any other sexual partners. So now that Harry is busy working in the studio and therefore working most days of the week, he's starting to wonder if there's a chance Y/N might be seeing someone else.

He isn't stupid, he knows she has needs too, and he's sure she can find someone to take care of her whenever she needs it. The thought of her with someone else however is not a pleasant one. He isn't the jealous type, really, he's not. But still, the thought of her being with someone else makes him feel... strange.

He knows this isn't right, he's just being unreasonable. After all, they have never been officially exclusive, and she's allowed to fuck whoever she wants.

Harry's suspicions are confirmed when he texts Y/N to see if she's home tonight, he's desperate for some attention and hers is the only body he wants wrapped around him right now. He's met with an answer that is not quite what he's hoping for, and it makes him feel like he's just swallowed a bucket of cold water.

Y/N Can't tonight, I've got plans.

Plans. So it is another man then. She has plans with someone, and the worst part is, she didn't even tell him. She's never done that before, always kept him in the loop. Harry's chest tightens and his stomach starts to do flips. It's not jealousy, he tells himself, but it sure as hell feels like it. He doesn't even know for sure, how the hell can he be so upset?

Harry Plans huh? What's up?

He's trying his best to sound casual, but he's pretty sure he's failing. He's waiting for a text back, maybe she'll tell him. He doesn't have to wait long for an answer, which makes his heart sink even more.

Y/N I don't know if I should tell you

Shit. She's really going to make him ask then. He takes a deep breath and decides to bite the bullet.

Harry Is it a date then?

A little over a minute passes and his phone vibrates.

Y/N Depends

Harry On what?

Y/N On you

Harry swallows, his heart beating in his throat. He's not sure how to answer, his emotions are running wild, and he's starting to feel angry. She's got the answers he's desperate for, and she won't just give them to him. He feels the rage boil inside him and he just wants to go out there and confront her.

Harry Tell me Y/N

Y/N You'll either like it or not

Harry You know I'm not good at guessing games. Just tell me

Y/N Okay, fine It's not a date, but it is with a man

Harry And what does that have to do with me?

His hands are shaking, his heart is beating like crazy, and yet his stomach feels like it's somehow filled with butterflies. He can't believe he's having this conversation, but he really should have seen this coming.

Y/N I don't know. I mean, do I tell you about every single guy I see?

He feels his throat tighten, and his voice falters when he tries to form words.

Harry So you've slept with him

He knows that's not the kind of answer she's looking for, but he can't help it. He's too caught up in his own emotions and thoughts, and he's suddenly desperate to hear the words come from her own mouth.

Y/N No

Harry But you're going to

She's not stupid, she must be able to tell what he's thinking. He's not going to play this game with her, he wants an answer.

Harry Y/N?

A few seconds pass in silence, and Harry's heart rate rises.

Y/N Maybe

The air feels as though it's leaving his body, and he has to steady himself against the kitchen counter. He didn't even realize he was holding his breath.

Harry Oh okay

He can't bring himself to tell her to have fun. Instead, he just closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. He's feeling so many things, so many conflicting emotions, and he just doesn't know how to process them. He's trying his best to keep it together, but his insides feel like they're going to burst.

After a moment of silence, he opens his eyes again.

Y/N Why?

His head is spinning. He wants to go and tell her he doesn't want her to have sex with anyone but him, but he knows he can't do that. The thought of her having sex with someone else is driving him insane, but he also doesn't want her to think that he owns her. He doesn't know what to do.

Harry I don't know

He doesn't want to tell her about his feelings, it would make everything so much worse. He doesn't know if he can trust her enough to tell her the truth. After all, what if she tells him that she doesn't want to see him anymore, and they stop being friends? He knew starting this thing would lead to heartache, he just didn't think it would be on his side.

He decides not to tell her anything, and he locks his phone and sets it back on the counter. He heads to his room, but the anger and frustration inside him is just too much to be able to relax. He needs to let it out, somehow. He doesn't know how to deal with this.

He picks up his phone and starts typing out a text, but he erases it before he can send it. He can't tell her, he's just not ready. He's scared, and he doesn't want to lose her. He starts typing another message, but again he doesn't send it. He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know how to handle this.

He paces back and forth through his kitchen before making a decision. He picks up his keys and phone and walks out the door. He knows exactly where he's heading, and he can't wait to see her.

He drives there as fast as he can, and when he finally gets to her apartment, he doesn't even bother knocking on her door, he just uses the key she gave him and lets himself in. The lights are on, and she's standing in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hand.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Her voice is calm, but Harry can see her hands shake ever so slightly, and her eyes are wide as she looks at him. He's probably the last person she was expecting to show up here.

“I came to see you.” He says, his voice wavering as he tries to catch his breath.

“I can see that, but why?”

He walks over to her and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and pressing his lips against hers. His hands find their way into her hair, and he presses her against the kitchen counter, his tongue pushing its way past her lips.

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[wrongplacerighttime]

agent!harry x agent!fmc

the one where grace meets someone, harry gets jealous (again), and something unexpected is confessed. // little bunny part 4

write this and i don’t really like it but it’s set up for the next part so WHATEVER IDC 😭🤣 if it doesn’t make sense just��ignore it please 😭 i know it’s almost midnight and that means this probably won’t get seen but it’s HERE NOW.

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tw: jealous!harry (briefly), phone sex, masturbation. (think that’s all.)

halley’s comet

To Grace, her worst personality trait was that she’s always been afraid of love. In middle school, a boy she couldn’t even remember the name of confessed his crush on her as she sat alone in the lunch room with her nose in a book, and a spark of hope twinkled in her eyes and her 13-year-old mind going haywire as she watched the blonde haired boy smile at her. Then he turned his head to look back at his friends, her eyes followed his and they were laughing. She never forgot the feeling of the stain of embarrassment marking her cheeks, or the single tear that fell onto the page she was reading when he turned and walked away.

Then, in high school, she had her first “real” boyfriend, Jake. For some reason or other, he had been pining after her and she couldn’t make sense of why the captain of the boys basketball team wanted anything to do with the quiet and reserved girl who only took advanced classes and spent her free time with her nose in the pages of a good book. He followed her like a lost puppy after one tutoring session with her, driving her around in his truck on backroads through the little town in Tennessee where they resided. She gave him everything, in every sense, and after he got it he left her high and dry. She still remembers the way the stars shined in the sky that night. It was just a blip in Jake’s timeline, but felt like a goddamned gorge in hers. As a girl, you never forget your first time…and he played her up so nicely. Being gentle with her, brushing the strands of hair from her lips, the kisses he left just behind her ear when she turned her head to the side. She didn’t leave her bed for weeks. She swore off love after that. It was real to her, even if it wasn’t to him.

Then came Harry, and to her, he was just like the rest of them, and she refused to let him get to her…keeping him at arms length even though she was insanely drawn to him. Then one day, she didn’t look at him like the rest of them. She knew in the back of her mind that sleeping with him would fuck with her head. They didn’t get along unless they’re fucking, and that can’t be healthy. Was it because they really didn’t like each other, or some other reason? She’s too selfish to give him up though, even if he might not want her that way, a relationship might be too much commitment for him but they didn’t talk about it. She had a feeling they never would. She pulls her coat tighter around her, snowflakes falling around her and her breath clouds in front of her. Her mind spins and she doesn’t pay attention as she looks towards the ground, running right into someone walking out of the building she was heading into.

“Oh my gosh. I am so sorry.” She looks up to a man she’s never seen around before, his eyes an icy blue that contrasts the green she’s been seeing in her daydreams.

“Not a problem. I wasn’t paying attention…entirely my fault. Apologies.” He smiles at her softly, an expression she mirrors back to him.

“No…I wasn’t either, it’s okay.” She blows a breath, a cloud forming in the cold air between them, and his smile widens. “Sorry, I haven’t seen you around before…I’m Grace Weston. I work on the sixth floor.”

“James Seeley. I’m in organized crime.” He pauses and smirks. “If you’re on the sixth floor that must mean…” He trails off and Grace nods, already knowing what he was going to say.

“You caught me. I’m a profiler.” She holds her hands up, pretending to surrender and he smiles at her. He looks across the street, pausing for a moment and looking back at her

“Can I get your number?” He asks, and her eyes widen. “I’m sorry! Was that too forward? I just think it would be nice to have a contact in the BAU…you know, for any future cases.” He rubs the back of his neck, a sign of his nervousness, and she pulls her lips in to prevent a smile from breaking at his nervousness. “I also think you’re pretty, and I’d like to get to know you better.” He rambles, and she nods. Maybe this would be good for her? He hands her his phone and she types her number into the designated spot, adding her name to the contact and hands it back to him. He briefly looks down at his wrist to check his watch and his brows pull together in the center.

“Sorry to be rude, but I’ve to get to a meeting downtown…and you know how traffic can be.” He says, jutting a thumb towards the direction he’s heading and she nods quickly.

“Oh, gosh! No, yeah! Again, so sorry for bumping into you.” She looks at him for a beat before looking towards the ground.

“Nothing to be sorry about. Glad it happened. See you around?” He asks and she nods again, making her way around him into the foyer through the sliding glass doors.

The rest of the team had made their way onto the jet and to Florida in the early hours of the morning, before the sun rose. Grace had sent Aaron a message privately before and asked if he cared if she stayed behind for this one. She was willing to consult from her position here and that was enough for him. A shiver travels down her spine and she thinks about the warmth of the Floridian sun and almost regrets her decision. She needed time away from Harry, she had convinced herself that much. She told herself if she kept her distance the feelings would go away. She wouldn’t feel this way if she stayed away from him, right? Love never came easy for her, and she was sure he wouldn’t make it easier either. She feels silly, falling for a person who was very much “no strings attached”. She can’t get him out of her head, her dreams filled with him, of a life with him…

She makes her way to her desk, shrugging her coat off and getting to work.

———

The day drags slowly and Grace is on the phone consulting with the team when the sound of the glass doors of the office open and tear her attention away from the video call. She looks up and sees the man from earlier this morning, James, walking over to her desk carrying what looks to be a bag of take out food. She grins over to him and he mirrors it back to her. He had sent her a message earlier after his meeting and asked if she wanted him to drop off lunch to her and she didn’t hesitate to say yes. He walks behind her, into the view of the camera before disappearing again and he perches himself on the edge of her desk. She silently thanks him as to not interrupt whatever Aaron was saying and her eyes flick to Harry on the screen. She can barely see the way the pixels of the video call catch the shift in his posture and the tick of his jaw, but she decides to ignore it.

She mutes her microphone as she listens to Aaron’s monotone voice through the speakers. Occasionally Harry or Kelly will add their input but for the most part it’s just Aaron. He’s throwing out ideas left and right trying to figure out where to start with the case. Grace can see all the files spread out in the table, the same ones that Grace has open on her other screen, and she scrolls. A crime scene photo catches James’ eye and he puts his hand up to halt her. He leans closer, pointing to a small symbol etched into the tree above the body, it's barely visible, blending into the seams on the bark. She turns her mic back on.

“Hey…guys? Did you see the symbol in the picture of our latest victim?” Her eyebrows furrow and she leans in closer to the screen. “Could it be satanic? Was there anything similar at the other scenes?” She asks and Aaron flips through the pictures to look for what she’s seeing.

“It’s not Satanic.” Harry mutters in a tone of voice that makes her eyes narrow, holding the picture closer to his face. He types in quick succession on his laptop, performing a quick google search. “It’s Egyptian.” He screen-shares a symbol that looks almost similar, more intricate than the one haphazardly carved into the tree.

“We need to have this picture blown up, it’s hard to identify from this distance. Good catch, Grace.” Aaron praises, looking down at the picture still.

“Oh it wasn’t me, it was James. We met earlier, he works upstairs in OC, we were eating lunch together and he caught it.” Grace replies, redirecting the praise to James while turning her camera towards him. He puts his hand up in a small gesture and Aaron nods, walking out of view of the camera. The screen goes black, the video call ending abruptly. Maybe the connection was bad? She pulls out her phone to text Harry.

Grace: “keep me posted.”

Harry: “k.”

His short reply makes her roll her eyes, and she almost puts her phone away when another message pops up.

Harry: “wanna start a group chat with lover boy so he can give me all his opinions directly?”

Grace: “i’m not doing this. he’s just a friend. and you’re being annoying.”

Harry: “just a friend my ass. friends that just met don’t bring each other lunch. he’s got a hard on for you.”

Grace: “so what? we definitely aren’t exclusive so it’s none of your business anyway. drop it. move on.”

She drops her phone down on her desk, shaking her head and scoffing.

He doesn’t reply.

———

A few days pass with no word from Harry, the case causing a build up of stress to fall on Grace’s shoulders. The Egyptian symbol was present at every scene in some form or other, and it had them stumped. James had asked her out on a date and she declined, really just wanting to go home and go to bed. She regrets staying behind, she feels out of the loop and she feels guilty she’s not there helping catch their suspect. Long distance while being an FBI agent doesn’t work, especially when her specialty is geographical profiling. It’s hard to create a profile for an area she’s unfamiliar with.

She showers. A long, hot, shower. The muscles in her shoulders relax with the steam blurring her vision. She just stands under the heat, washing away her stress…and she thinks of Harry. His words…his hands on her body…his lips on her neck, her tits…his teeth pulling her clit between them…Her breath catches and her legs feel weak at the thought of him. The way her body reacts to him, knowing he has this sort of control over her, she could never be with anyone else. She quickly finishes her shower, wrapping her hair in a towel and moving to her bed, not bothering with clothes because she has only one thing on her mind. She needs to cum.

Her hand dips down past her navel, running a finger through her folds before bringing them back up to her clit, rubbing gentle circles while tweaking her nipple between her fingers with her other hand, pinching and pulling, trying to replicate the way he does it. She replays every time they’ve been together over in her brain, remembering the way his breath fanned over her neck as he grunted in her ear, whispering words into her ear, words no one else has ever said to her. Words she didn’t even know she liked to hear.

The shrill ring of her phone pulls her from her thoughts, a groan of aggravation escaping her throat, so close to her release and she sighs, looking at the caller ID. Harry.

“Finally deciding to talk to me?” Grace answers out of breath, frustrated she didn’t get to finish. She tries to slow down her heartbeat, her breath left heavy in her lungs.

“I’m sorry, okay? I was being childish. I let my anger get the best of me, and I’m sorry. I know I have no right to be that way towards you. You’re allowed to see other people, you’re right. We aren’t exclusive.” He pauses. “Happy now?” He grumbles. She sighs,

“Are you okay?” His voice drawls through the speaker and she gulps nervously.

“Just peachy.” She answers sarcastically, trying to sound like she wasn’t just trying to get herself off less than five minutes ago. She gnaws on the inside of her lip. “Did you need something, is something going on with the case?” She turns over onto her side, waiting. He hums, choosing to ignore her response before diving into an update about the case as he paces around his hotel room.

Grace drowns out his voice involuntarily with her daydreams. She goes back to what she thought about to make herself get worked up in the first place, and then she imagines it…really imagines it. And it wouldn’t be so bad right? She lets her mind wander to the image of him curled around her in bed every morning, his hands gripping her waist as she stands at the kitchen sink, or her swollen belly in the mirror as she gets dressed for work for the day. A life with him.

“Earth to Grace?” His voice through the speaker pulls her from her thoughts and she blinks once to clear her head.

“I’m sorry, Harry. What did you say?” She’s breathless, feeling the arousal pool at her aching, empty hole. A smirk plays on his lips, one she can’t see, and now he knows exactly what she was doing before he called her. He knows her, knows how she sounds when she’s fucked out…when she’s needy. He knows just how to push her to the edge.

“Don’t worry about it, bunny.” He purrs and she whimpers into the microphone before covering her mouth and her thighs squeeze together almost on their own volition. “S’the matter sweet girl?” He coos and the drop in octave in his voice makes her squirm.

“N-nothing.” She stutters, lying straight through her teeth, feeling the flame igniting in her belly once again and she can’t help that he just does this to her. Her body reacts to him on its own despite the way her brain fights the feeling every single time.

“See, I know when you’re lying. I don’t like when you lie to me, Grace.” His voice is gravelly and he clicks his tongue as she pulls her lip between her teeth. “Let me help you make it better.” He mumbles and she whimpers out an agreement.

“What were you thinking about to make you all riled up like this?” He asks in a sweet voice and she stays quiet. She hears his breathing on the other end of the phone, silent. “Hmm?”

“You. Was thinking about you.” She admits and her cheeks heat with a little bit of embarrassment, but mostly with desire.

“Is that right? Well don’t let me interrupt, go on then.” He can feel himself hardening beneath his sweats at her honesty, but he refrains from touching himself. For now. He doesn’t hear any rustling on her end of the phone and his brow furrows. “What’s wrong? Need me to tell you what to do?” He jokes and she mewls.

“Y-yes. Please.” She whines and the tone of her voice tells him all he needs to know.

“Mm, okay.” He pauses, thinking. “What were you thinking about? Tell me, bunny. I’m curious.”

“Thinking about the last time…in the supply room.” Her voice is breathless and he smiles at the memory.

“Want you to pull your bottoms down for me, sweet girl.” He instructs her and hears rustling on the other end, her eagerness making his heart lurch in his chest and he feels all the blood in his body rush southward. “Have ‘em off?” He asks and she confirms that she does. “Good girl. Want you to touch your thighs, just drag your fingers over your skin, like I would do.” She follows his direction, the light touch of her fingers creating goosebumps in their wake.

“Want you to touch yourself, too.” She mumbles into the phone and he groans on the other end, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Not yet.”

“Why?”

“Want you to tell me how wet you are first, are you dripping? Want you to put a finger in and tell me how soaked you are at the thought of me fucking you against that wall.” His words come through gritted teeth and he shifts his hips, pushing his sweats down and he leans against the wall, palming himself through his boxers and biting the inside of his lip. She trails a finger through her folds, her arousal pooling on her finger before she pushes into her aching hole, feels herself clench around her own finger as she moans at the intrusion.

“Harry—” His name falls from her lips in a breathless whisper.

“Tell me.” He demands, jaw clenched and hand squeezed into a fist and he can hear the way her finger is pumping in and out, the sound of her arousal evident through her end of the phone and he could almost cum right then, without even touching himself.

“S-so wet. Wasn’t entirely from the sex, though.” She admits and he raises his eyebrow in an expression still unseen to her. “From what you said.” He combs through the memory, her pushed against the wall with his hand around her wrists, slamming into her again and again. He pries his mind and the memory of what he said to her comes flooding back. Gonna fill your pretty little pussy up, get you all full of my cum…bet you’d like if I got you pregnant too, huh? Wanna see that cute little belly swollen, let everyone know who you belong to.

“Little minx…likes being full of me, doesn’t she? Likes feeling me dripping out of her.” He can’t help himself now, the memory playing over and over in his head like his own personal porno. He pushes the rest of the barrier away and spits into his hand before wrapping it around the base of his hardened cock and pumping himself with a soft grunt falling from his lips.

“Yes, Harry.” She whines, feeling herself come closer to her release as she flicks her thumb over her clit and pulses her fingers in and out. “Want you to…need you to, Har. Just wanna feel you.”

“I know, sweet girl. Wanna have my babies in your cute little belly? Know you’re carrying around part of me and that I’ve claimed you?” He grits and she nods even though he can’t see her, his hand working himself at his own pace, his tip leaking and dripping onto his own hand as he grunts and groans at the frictions he’s creating. “Gonna fill you up, let your thighs be a sticky mess of me? Cum for me, bunny. Wanna hear you.” He encourages her and she squeezes her eyes shut and her toes curl, pleasure taking over every one of her senses. One flick of her thumb against her sensitive bundle of nerves again and she’s gone, moaning and crying out his name between them. He follows not long after her, his own release painting his hand and he leans against the wall to catch his breath, coming down from his high. Grace sighs into the phone, feeling a little hazy, not in the proper state of mind to continue a normal conversation with him.

“I love you.” She whispers, her eyes flutter closed, the pulses of pleasure still buzzing through her brain, clouding her better judgment. She doesn’t even realize the words have slipped past the barrier of her lips. He’s silent for a moment, mouth dropping open to speak but closing again.

“W-What?” He stutters, heartbeat quickening and nervous sweat forming on his brow. Her eyes fly open and her heart drops to the floor. Did she really just say that…out loud? “Grace…” He trails off, his vision blurring, his head feeling dizzy and he doesn’t know what to say.

The line goes dead, and he’s alone.

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[Warning- Angst to Smut to Angst, Grumprry, Jealousrry, Insecure and jealous reader, foul language, unprotected sex (wear condom kids! real babies are not fun), Harry kind of confessing his feelings and him being an asshole as usual, shitty smut, maybe some grammatical mistakes]

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*****

Harry wasn't a very cheerful person to begin with, and it wasn't like he had some childhood trauma that made me him this way no, he was born this way.

He was also the young CEO of his dad's reputable car company. He had to put on a serious face to make a bunch of old shits to take a 27 year old seriously.

Right now, though that wasn't the case for his grumpiness. It was you.

You were away on a stupid work trip to Manchester with Edwin, fucking Edwin! Why was his girl assistant on a work trip with someone else, you may ask? Cause of his stupid ass.

Harry, just a day before the trip, fired the person who was supposed to go with Edwin, and the next person who knew about the project was you and him. Now Harry couldn't go for obvious reason, so you had to go, and he has been chewing on concrete since then.

Adding to that, you haven't been replying to his messages, and when you did, it was a picture of you, in the shortest dress he had seen, and you were not wearing it for him but to go out with that chipmunk!

No messages followed after that, not even a reply to his message. He had to make a fake Instagram account (he hates Instagram) so he could see what you were up to.

He missed you, but he was too much of a grump and egotistical to admit that.

Harry knew he was fucked. Having sex with your assistant was bad enough. If he got into a relationship with you, his reputation would be tethered, and it would cost your job also. He couldn't ruin it for you. He knew how much you loved this job.

But hell he wanted to give in.

You will resume the office tomorrow, and he dreaded going into a meeting without you.

He sighed as people started to fill up the room. The new dealers and his employees who are working on this are also there. Alicia was the one who had to present today, and his temporary assistant was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is Casey?" He asked Alicia, who shrugged her shoulders. Harry was on the verge of losing his cool. He doesn't realize how he employed so many incompetent shits but he was about to fire some.

Alicia started her presentation but Harry couldn't focus on it. It was times like this he realizes he's nothing without you. His coffee is shit unless you make it. He hates everyone elses format unless you do it. He hates everyone else unless it's you.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and you were there breathless, in front of door heaving like you just ran marathon. The light coming from behind made you look like an angel. For him, you were.

You walked inside, apologizing to everyone, your heels clicking on the floor. You were in your formal outfit, a long black dress, stiletto, with your hair in a bun. You picked up his water bottle and drank the whole of it and then took a deep breath.

When you looked up properly, everyone's eyes were on you. You gave a sheepish smile and stood beside Harry, "Sorry, please continue."

Harry smiled to himself behind his hands. He looked up at you beside him, your focus on what Alicia was saying and taking notes. You were too sincere for this job. Sometimes Harry himself didn't care that much like you do.

And he doesn't want to fuck that up.

*****

Soon enough the meeting ended and Harry was back at his office waiting for you to come meet him. He couldn't talk or hold you anywhere else other than the comforts of his office cause of the obvious reasons so his office became your secret haven.

When you didn't come in for the next fifteen minutes, he got up and decided to look for you. As soon as he stepped out of his office, he heard your laugh. He walked towards the sound and then saw you leaning on the wall, your hand holding Edwin's biceps, and a big smile strected on your face.

He clenched his fist beside him having all minds to break that bastard's face and then fuck you in front of him but he refrained himself.

He slid his hands in his suit pants pocket and stood up straight, channeling his inner grumpy CEO. "I didn't realize I paid you for laughing?"

Both immediately stopped and turned towards him. You looked at him through lashes a small mischievous smile on your lips.

"Oh, we were just making plans for arriving at dinner party tonight together sir nothing else," you said with a smile. Harry knew what game you were playing, and he would make sure you paid for it later, but right now, he had to make you not go with that douchebag.

"You're my assistant, I need you with me," He said and turned towards Edwin, "I hope the project file you went to Manchester for is complete?" He asked, knowing damn well he hasn't. Along with being an absolute moron and flirt, Edwin was also lazy. If he wasn't one of his friends' cousin's son, he would have kicked him out way before.

"N-no sir, I'm going to do it." He stumbled over his words, feeling scared under Harry's piercing mad glare. Harry hummed, "You better before the dinner, I will need it"

"No yo-" You go to speak, but one look shot by Harry, and you shut up.

"And Ms. Y/N I hope you also get on with your backlogs, I need to discuss something with you so we will travel together" He said holding eye contact with you, his eyes looking darker shade of green than his usual light. You clench, you thighs together, feeling yourself getting turned on by his authoritative voice.

"Yes, sir." You give him a nod, and with that, he starts to leave but then stops. "And make sure you also fill all the recent bank details also," He says, making your eyes widen.

"Sir, there are only three hours left in dinner. My backlog alone will take a lot of time-" You speak, but he cuts you off again.

"Then you better get started, Ms. Y/N" He shoots her a look over his shoulder and goes back into his office.

*****

Harry was being a prick, he knew, but if he had to make you work extra so you wouldn't get to talk to that guy or any guy in general except him, he would.

You like the exceptional woman you are did all that just in time. You were half an hour late, but you did five hours work in just three and half so, he let it slide.

Now he was in front of your house to pick you up. He he wondered sometimes what you would be like on a date. What you would wear, what you would order or how it would end. Of course, he knew your food order on the tip of his tongue, but a date was different.

He was taken out of his daydream by you opening the car door beside him. You sat down smoothing out your slik dress. It was the same color as his shirt, a bluish green shade, and theme of the new project. Your hair tied slicked back with side parting and a soft makeup.

"Your files, sir," you said, throwing all the files in his lap and then turning back around to look out of the window. He bit down on his lips, finding your grumpy attitude amusing.

"Sweetheart, that's no way to talk to your sir," He said darkly, his fingers inching towards the back of your dress. Your breath hitched when you felt his cold fingers on your open back but made no effort to look at him and swatted away his hand.

Harry smirked and pushed the button to roll up the partition, separate driver, and them.

"It's that how it's going to be hm? You know very well what happens to brats baby." Harry said, running his finger up and down your back. He sat more comfortably, spreading his legs.

You sideyed him, your lips in a subtle pout. "We still have to pay Mr. Wilson and make an order to manufacturing comapny"

Harry just hummed and kept moving his hands up and down on your exposed back, making you shiver every time. His cold fingers, in contrast to your hot skin, were excruciating.

"You're one brat, my love and if I wasn't so addicted to you, I would have thrown you out" He said right in your ears. One half of you was turned on, but the other half had one thing going round and round.

"I'm not just a pussy for you to fuck" You said through your teeth and slid a bit away from Harry.

Harry shocked stared at the side of your face. Where the fuck that came from? He was confused, irritated and turned on by your attitude.

He went back to say something, but then Harry's office phone rang, making both you and him groan. Harry picked it up, "What?" he asked.

"Great why don't you also fucking quit while you're at it" He said clenching your jaw, "Yeah then ask your uncle to give your incompetent ass job in his own company" With that he ended the phone call.

"Driver take us to office first then to the party" He said to the driver and then turned to look at you but you had your arms crossed over your chest and kept huffing and puffing like a mad toddler.

"If you don't quit it sweetheart...lord help me" he said, feeling angry at your attitude. He got to see you and have you after so long, and here you were acting like a damn brat. He would have no problem, but you won't even let him touch you!

Harry wasn't a man of words. He didn't know how to express himself. The only thing he knew was sex.

But you just gave him a side eye and went back to looking out of the window.

*****

Both you and Harry arrived at the office. You were still mad at him but also very turned on and frustrated. He was looking damn good in that suit, but you had to be mad and show him you knew your worth or it would all be down to shambles.

Right now, though you were searching for the file you needed for the project that Edwin lost after completion. How? God fucking knows.

"How I manage to have this big company and still hire this many incompetent idiots will be beyond me" Harry grumbled and slammed close drawer, making you flinch in surprise. "Not one task can be done properly"

"Why did Casey not suck your dick good enough? That you're so mad" you said before you could stop yourself.

"What did you say?" Harry asked, genuinely confused. He walked towards you, caging you between the wall and himself.

The cat was out of the box might as well...you thought.

You rolled your eyes and looked in eyes, "I said did Casey not suck your dick good enough that you're so mad" You said through gritted teeth.

"Casey? I haven't even seen that woman since I hired her" He said in confusion, not even bothering to think about the rest of the words.

"Don't lie to me. I heard her talking." You said and tried to push him off, but he took your wrists into his hands and brought them to his chest.

"Are you jealous sweetheart?" He asked with a smirk. "Fuck you Harry" you tried to hit him bit failed and stood back against wall huffing.

Harry just chuckled and kissed your cheeks. "How do I know you didn't take the opportunity and fuck that moron. Considering you didn't even bother with my texts" He asked, leaving small kisses all over your face. This is what confused you if he wanted other people. Why did he show you this affection?

"I was mad" you said, pouting.

"Oh sweetheart" He said with an airy laugh. His hands let go of your wrists and gripped your chin to bring his lips to his while the other one went down your body and gripped your thighs.

You hated how your body reacted to his touch. How you got wet instantly like a bitch in heat and Harry took full advantage of that.

He brought his fingers higher up and felt your dampen panties. He smirked against your lips, and you pinched him in annoyance when you felt it, but that only made him moan.

"Don't tease me" You said breathless, your eyes dark like his filled with lust and desires.

"What do you want?" He asked, kissing all over your body and controlling the urge to give you the darkest hickey ever.

"You. In me. Right now." You said with all the authority you had in you. Harry laughed again like he found all this amusing.

How people found this man who cracks dad jokes with you and laughs at everything grumpy and menacing?

He quickly pulled you up on the large table, laying you down. Not only did you have to be quick to be able to reach the party on time, but you also had weeks of pent up frustration.

You pulled up your dress while Harry freed his pants enough to pull his dick out. He slid aside your panties and slid in without any prep.

It was embarrassing.

"Fuck sweetheart you're so wet" he said groaning when he felt you clench around him.

"Missed this-fuck" he said as he started to move. "What fucking me? I don't fucking believe it. I can bet anything you fucked Casey as soon as I boarded that flight" You said whimpering.

He was an asshole but god did his cock feel wonderful. He felt wonderful. He was wonderful but you for him was just a quick fuck.

When you heard Casey talking about how she gave Harry a blowjob yesterday, your heart broke. You had no right to feel that way, he was your boss and you were his assistant and you were fucking him but somehow you tricked yourself into thinking you were something more for him.

"You think I fucked someone else?" he asked fucking you harder making you lose your ability to speak.

"I don't even cum fucking my own hand, you think I will fuck someone else?" He said bringing you up from table by the grip on your neck.

"I-I know it" You said, feeling your orgasm nearing, your eyes rolling back of your head.

"I don't care what you heard Masey talking about but the only pussy my dick has been in is yours" He said bringing you in a messy kiss.

"I was miserable cause you didn't reply to my texts you think I will fuck someone else?" he asked looking into your eyes with so much intensity you lost yourself into them.

"Fucking hell I even hate everyone else but y-" He stopped himself before he could complete his words. The reality slapping on his face hard. But you were too far gone in your ecstasy to care.

Harry also reached his high quickly after you. Your head was laying on his chest as you took long breaths to calm down your breaths. Your heart was beating so fast because of what he said and how hard he fucked you. Butterflies were dancing in your stomach.

It lasted while it could.

Suddenly, he did all 180 and pulled out of and tucked himself in. His demour cold and closed off like like he's with everyone else.

"Get cleaned up" He said and quickly walked out. While you moved towards the washroom to clean yourself up with tears brimming your eyes.

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[louisplumpyass]

i am not in the right state to handle this, ABSOLUTELY NOT

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[harrystylesfan2686]

Jealous

Pairing: Singer!YN × Singer!Harry

Summary: YN has to perform a sensual dance for her song and Harry gets jealous.

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"How are we doing, LA?!"

I watch in awe as my fans scream on top of their lungs to answer my question. We are in LA currently for my last concert of the tour. I look at Harry standing back stage ready for his entry. I and Harry did a collab on my new album. A love song, and since Harry was busy with his tour, which is now completed, we decided to surprise our fans with his guest entry. The fans have no idea what is about to happen.

He smiles at me. I smile back.

''Alright, now I've got something to tell you all.'' I let the noise rest a bit. ''I've got a special someone come here for you tonight.'' I smile a little listening to the oos and ahs coming from the audience.

''I'm not gonna tell you who it is because it would ruin all of my fun.'' I raise my eyebrows as if it is a valid point.

''They will come out after this song to sing with me and entertain you guys as much as possible.'' I smile innocently at all the disappointment faces. ''For now please enjoy and sing with me. This is 'Look so good'!

The music starts the second I end my sentence. My next song is slow and sensual. This one is the one that contains a lot of slow dancing with really intimate steps.

I start singing while doing my steps. My back up dancers have a entire none stop choreography while I just have a few steps here and there. Most of them contain of me thrown and pulled between male dancers.

I continue my steps while singing. I come at a part where I have to grind and lean against the dancer behind me. Another guy comes up and pulls me against him almost chest to chest. I smile at him maintaining eye contact and singing. The crowd screams at the steps time to time while singing along.

For my next step I grind against the next guys thigh and run my hand down his naked chest. I end the song with my finale step, sitting on the ground with one leg on other and leaning back on my hands.

I smile at the cheering audience then look over at Harry's side. I see a frown on his cute face and laugh a little realizing he's jealous. I told him that my dance for this song is intimate and he said he was ok by it but now that he's finally seen it, I really don't think he's ok.

I sand up breathing heavy and move back stage to take 5 minutes. I drink water from my bottle and move towards Harry to talk to him but my assistant comes in between and tells me to go back up the stage and announce the next song.I go back at my place a bit sad that I didn't get to talk to him.

''Alright Guys! Finally the moment we've all been waiting for. This song is with our special guest. I really don't want to keep you waiting anymore so...'' I look at my assistant holding a thump up signaling me that Harry's ready. ''This is Harry Styles!''

Harry jumps up to the stage and the audience goes insane. Our song music starts in the background and we look at each other smiling. We sing our song with a big smile, jumping and walking around the stage and stealing small takes to each others bodies here and there. It feels amazing.

At the end of our song Harry is suppose to give me a forehead kiss and leave, keeping it PG but he seems to have other plans because the second our song finishes, he turns to me wraps his hand around my waist and slams his lips to mine.

Everyone screams on top of their lungs at this and even I am caught of guard but quickly recover and kiss him back. The kiss is full of passion and love, I can't keep up with his lips, so I just stand there and let him kiss me.

It's feels like forever when he finally pulls back. I just stare at him in surprise. He smirks down at my wide eyes and open mouth. "What was that for?"

"A reminder for those dancer that keep touching you like that." He looks me in the eye. "You're mine, yeah?" He whispers with a deep voice.

"Yeah." I look at him with a dumb smile and felt flutters deep in my stomach. I love when he gets all crazy and possessive like like.

"Have a good rest of the show, darling." He kisses me forehead and leaves after saying goodbye to the fans, as if that didn't just happen.

I am left alone with a crazy smile on my face and a hope to finish this show quickly and jump his bones the second we're alone.

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Louis: "all my tattoos are pretty stupid"

Harry: take that dagger and stab it in another rose instead of my heart you 3'5" Lookin ass bitch

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[enchantedlandcoffee]

Feeling jealous of Harry for the amount of Louis selfies he must have on his phone

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[foolforharrry]

All For You

Summary: You keep teasing Harry at a party by making him jealous until he snaps and takes you to the upstairs bathroom to remind you who you belong to.

Word count: 1.2k words

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (don't be like them. wrap it before you tap it), daddy kink, fingering, choking, degradation, oral female receiving, orgasm denial

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Imagine that you're at a party.

You're rubbing yourself up against your friend provocatively. You know exactly how it will affect Harry when he comes back from getting the drinks you asked for.

The texts he sent you just proves you were right.

The next thing you know he grabs you by the waist, dragging your body to his so your chests are flush against each other.

"So this is what you wanted, huh? You wanted to get me all riled up?" You feel his breath fanning over your skin.

You pretend like you don't know what he's talking about just to get him more pissed off. It works.Keep reading

"Screw the car. I'm gonna take you upstairs and have my way with you." And with that, he drags you upstairs and into the bathroom.

The second you're alone, he pushes you against the door, locking the door as he takes control of the kiss.

He is pressing his pelvis against yours, making you feel him, as he says, "Feel what you do to me?"

He doesn't give you the chance to respond to him as he goes back to kissing you, slipping his tongue into your mouth so you can taste the alcohol he had been drinking earlier.

His hands roam your body, groping at whatever flesh he finds, his hips grinding so his hard dick rubs against you through your clothes, making you throb.

You tangle yours in the hair at the back of his neck, pulling hard so his head tilts backwards. His throat protruding so you can see the vein on the side of his neck

Before he takes it off, he asks if it's ok. To which you respond by taking it off for him. Leaving you in your bra and pants

Before you get the chance to take his T-shirt off, he grabs you by the hips, flipping you around so he can hoist you onto the counter next to the sink

He moves to stand between your legs, his centre flush against yours as he starts sucking and biting down your neck. Your head thrown back as your legs go around his waist

You mumble something about it being unfair that you're shirtless and he isn't. Breathless from the kissing and the sensation of him at the curve of your neck

He chuckles, pulling away momentarily so he can take it off before unclasping your bra

Saying how much he loves your tits when the straps slide off your shoulders and he lets the bra fall to the floor

He wraps his lips around your nipple, rolling it in his mouth causing you to moan at the pleasure as he stimulates the other with his finger

His other hand splayed over your lower back, keeping your back arched

Before he slowly sinks down to his knees

Looking up at you through his lashes as he helps you get off both your pants and underwear, lifting your hips as they slide down your legs

He starts kissing up the inside of your thighs, making you squirm as he teases you. His breath hits you where you need him as he hovers above your pussy

"You want me to make you feel good, baby?" He asks. Already knowing the answer

When you nod vigorously, he shakes his head, tutting, "words"

And so you beg for him, gasping when he runs his finger up your slit, murmuring "So wet. Is this all for me?"

"Yes, Harry. All for you"

"That's not my name.", he grumbles, his grip on your thigh getting harder

"Daddy. All for you, daddy"

That's when Harry finally grants you what you need, taking your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it in a way that has you struggling to contain your noises

But when he pushes two fingers into you at once, curling them against your g-spot you can't hold in the moan forcing its way out your throat

Sweat starts to form on your body as he repeats the motion, using his free hand to keep your hips in place from how they move on their own accord.

The tension building in your belly from the double stimulation is coming fast as you wrap his hair around your fingers in fear that he is going to pull away.

Just as you can feel the bubble about to pop, struggling to keep your eyes open, panting "I'm gonna come", he stops

He removes both his mouth and fingers from you as he gets up from his knees, wrapping his mouth around his fingers, his chin coated in your arousal as he sucks, moaning at the taste before he grabs your throat

Towering over you, he orders you to open his mouth, spitting in your mouth when you comply. "Good girl.", he praises when you swallow, licking your swollen lips after doing so.

His hair tickles the sides of your neck when he kisses you, your tongue tangling with his for a few seconds before his hands leave you, the sound of his belt unbuckling making you whine in anticipation.

You expect him to just leave it, but when he drags you off the counter, spinning you around so your pelvis is pressed into the cold counter.

With both his hands in his, you feel the letter go around it, as he tightens it, sucking on the skin just underneath your jaw.

"You good with this, pretty girl?" He tugs at the restraints. "You wanna be tied up like the fucking slut you are as I fuck you raw?"

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you beg, not even knowing what you're saying anymore from how turned on and sexually frustrated you are "Yes. Please. Please use me. I'm your slut, daddy."

"That's right.", he says, his voice strained as you feel him run his tip up and down your sensitive centre. Nudging your clit makes you whimper desperately.

With his chest flush against your back, he pushes into you all the way, the pain and pleasure making you scream as your head fall back over his shoulder. His hand covers your mouth to muffle the noise as he groans from the feeling of himself slide into your cunt.

He gives you a second to adjust to his size before he pulls hips back, thrusting right back so his head hits that spot inside of you again that has your eyes rolling back.

"So fucking tight. You feel so good. So fucking filthy. You're my filthy, desperate whore, aren't you." You can't help but moan at the mixed praise and degrading, Harry's fingers are definitely forming bruises along with the edge of the counter as he picks up the pace

The force of his movements knocks the breath out of you as he pounds into you. The bass from the party still going on downstairs mixing with skin slapping against skin and muffled moans and cries of pleasure

You feel that same tension building when he takes the back of your neck, pushing the side of your face down. Your cheek gets mushed against the counter as he keeps you bent over the desk. Completely at his mercy as he uses you for his own pleasure.

"Are you going to come for me? Gonna come all around my dick?", his breathless questions have you trembling around him, your thighs quivering as you feel yourself tipping over the edge.

But once again, he stops, pulling out of you before turning you around like a rag doll, lifting you back up on the counter after untying your wrists.

Frustrated tears start streaming down your cheeks. So turned on it hurts, you attach your fingers to your clit.

But the second you start feeling the pleasure coursing through you again, Harry slaps your hand away, wrapping his hand around your throat again. His face so close to yours your noses brush against each other.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?"

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[hsgucci94]

One day maybe

Summary: The one where Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N are dating off the spotlight and he gets jealous when he sees someone else (Tom Hiddleston) flirting with his girl.  

Content warnings: jealousy, fluff.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: this is my first post on this account, a bit weird and nerve-raking but I’m excited :´) I usually post all this on my instagram: @hsgucci94, feel free to come say hi over there! alright, bye. hope you like this! x

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Harry Styles was playing a show in Los Angeles that night and, like anyone would have imagined, a bunch of famous and very well-known people came to see him, including Y/N Y/L/N. She was the moment, a celebrity whose face was currently everywhere, and her status was the one that helped her meet Harry a few months back.

Both of them got invited to the same Gucci event and after some talking, a lot of wine and giggles, they hit it off. They exchanged numbers, texted for a while and, when they both happened to be in the same city a couple of weeks later, they went on their first date. After that one came many more, until they made it official: Harry Styles and Y/N Y/N/L were now a couple, but that was a secret only their families and close friends knew about.

Neither of them wanted the public to know, at least not yet. They were well aware of the media attention they would start getting if that happened, and neither of them were very into that anyway. So for the public, they were just two successful and talented people who occasionally were seen hanging out together with the same group of friends.

They even had to pretend that night, when her and some other celebrities were backstage with Harry as he greeted them and got ready to perform in a few minutes. Although, to be fair, neither Y/N nor Harry had to try hard to ignore each: just a couple of hours before, they had got into an argument they hadn't been able to solve just yet.

The tension between them was palpable to those who knew them; for the rest of the world it seemed like they just didn't have much in common to talk about now that they were in the same room together, which was definitely far from true.

Harry's jaw immediately clenched the moment he saw him, out of all people, entering the room and approaching her, his hand in her back as he leaned in to kiss her cheeks.

"This has to be a fucking joke," Harry groaned to himself, deadly staring at Tom Hiddleston for the way he was talking, smiling and touching Y/N.

The main reason of their argument was now in the same room as they were, and Harry had to pretend to be fixing his outfit to try detach his gaze off of them both and keep his fists busy; he wanted to clench them so bad from the anger he was feeling.

Y/N was about to start filming a new movie and Tom was her co-star. Harry had seen the way he looked at her and shamelessly flirted with her every time she and Tom were together; he could sense his intentions even from afar. Hiddleston wanted his girl, and even if Y/N denied it, Harry knew he was right.

Of course he wanted her, she was just something else. Definitely out of this world, and he was scared anyone could come into her life and take her from him. Not that she was his property, but he was very into her and couldn't imagine losing her.

When the argument started just a few minutes before people started coming into the backstage, Y/N was talking about how excited she was for filming to start and how incredibly unbelievable was that she was starring in a movie alongside Tom Hiddleston. Harry started getting grumpy and didn't match her energy at all, which caused her to get pissed at him and accused him of not being supportive of her and her work, specially since she had been thrilled for all his success from the moment he released his third album and the trailers of his upcoming movies came out.

Harry wanted to show such excitement because she deserved nothing less than that, but whenever he thought of who her co-star was, he instantly felt sick to his stomach.

His last straw was the moment Tom passed an arm around her shoulders right in front of his eyes. She couldn't be that oblivious, could she? She had to be doing that on purpose.

Harry loudly cleared his throat, which made Y/N look in his direction right away. She frowned, and when Harry didn't move his gaze away from her, she caught on what was happening. She then subtly slipped off Tom's grasp and bit the inside of her cheek. Maybe Harry was right and she had just not been noticing his intentions.

Harry shook his head; his eyes showed how hurt and betrayed he felt. Y/N cursed herself, before dismissing herself to go to the toilet, wishing she could just grab Harry's hand and drag him with her to put an end to their quarrel now that she had finally understood the reasons behind it: Tom, Harry's jealousy, and how she hadn't really realised her co-star had been slowly getting closer to her until her and Harry got into an argument because of it.

“Fuck, fuck. fuck.  I’m sorry about everything I said earlier, Harry. I managed to sneak into your dressing room. Can you come, please? I really want us to solve this. I shouldn’t have said those things... I’m so fucking sorry,” she texted him. 

Y/N nervously bit her nails, walking from one side of the room to the other, mentally slapping herself for not having been aware of the situation sooner.

She was impatiently waiting for Harry, her eyes constantly checking her phone to see if he had replied to any of her messages. But it seemed like he hadn't read them yet, and she wasn't sure if it was because he didn't have his phone on him or because he was ignoring her, which, being completely honest, he had every right to do.

How could she had been so blind to not even sense Tom's intentions? Probably because she had been so starstruck by the thought of making a film with him, an actor she had admired for so long, to even think he wanted something more than just co-work with her.

She was about to text Harry again when the door opened and he appeared through it.

"Harry...," she started saying, but stopped right away because she didn't know what to say or how to commence.

He looked directly at her; his face and body muscles were not longer tensed, at least not as much as a few minutes back. As soon as Y/N got away from Tom he didn't feel so threatened anymore. Instead, other emotions had taken over him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she quickly spoke, shaking her head as she squinted her eyes closed.

She could only imagine the things that ran through Harry's head every time he saw them together. Had she been in her boyfriend's position, she would have probably lost her mind. Another woman trying to flirt with him? Yeah, no, thank you.

Harry stared at her a few seconds, before taking the steps that separated them and grabbing her by her waist.

His lips furiously pressed against hers without a warning, making her eyes go wide the moment she felt them. His free hand rested on her cheek as the kiss only intensified and his tongue asked to slip inside her mouth, the kiss soon turning into a makeout session. Their tongues fought each other as their hands ran up and down their bodies, somehow making sure the other knew who they belonged to. When it ended, Harry rested his forehead against hers and momentarily clenched his jaw, pulling her closer to him as they both caught their breaths.

"Why didn't you tell me?," she mumbled, and moved her face up just enough to properly make eye contact with him.

He closed his eyes and sighed, before passing a hand through his hair and tucking at it. Y/N took that sign as the cue to grab his hands between hers as she pleadingly looked at him.

"Fuck, I don't know," he frustratedly admitted, "I guess I didn't want you to think I was overreacting or trying to sabotage you."

She quietly nodded, and sweetly squeezed his hands before entwining her fingers with his and lifting their hands to his chest. In other circumstances Harry would have just kissed her in front of everybody or wrap his arm around her to let them know she was actually taken.

But that was the thing: they weren't able to prove it unless they wanted the secret to be out.

They were together, yes, but nobody really knew that. In everybody's eyes Y/N was single, meaning men and women had a chance to hit on her, which made Harry uneasy every time he thought of it.

"How come you didn't notice?," Harry mumbled, frowning his eyebrows and lips, "He has clearly been trying to steal you from me."

"Hey," she quickly replied, a couple of wrinkles forming on her forehead due to the way she was frowning it, "No one's gonna take me from you, okay? We're together, and whether they know it or not it doesn't matter. You know why? Because at the end of the day I'm the person you kiss good night. Only I get to taste those lips of yours, and same goes to mine, Styles."

She softly smiled at him, showing him how hard she actually meant those words.

He nodded, biting his upper lip, before sighing again, "Sometimes I think it's better if we make it official, just to avoid these situations."

She nodded, understanding what he meant. However, deep down they both knew the cons were actually longer and heavier on the long run than the pros.

"I only have eyes for you, though," she assured him, "I don't ever wanna hurt you, you know that, right? I would never ever put myself in a position to lose you. I'd be damned if I did."

"I know you wouldn't, baby," he caressed her cheek with both his index finger and thumb, "It's them I don't trust."

He then pecked her lips, and for a moment they both dreamt of an alternative universe where they were able to show their love to the public without being judged, stalked or criticised for it.

One day, maybe one day.

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Totally Pucked - HS

Pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

Summary: in which your ex-boyfriend can't stand to see another man's arms around you

Warnings: bad writing, angst

Author's Note: this honestly isn't the best writing, but I had an idea and I wanted to post it regardless. feel free to send in requests!!!

University of Denver

2:30 PM

You dropped your bag down on the ground by the table, in which all of your friends were sitting, before plopping down into a seat. Your body slumped down in pure exhaustion.

“These exams are going to be the death of me.” You exasperated to Anna, your best friend and roommate.

“Just hang in there,” she placed her hand on your shoulder before throwing a fry in your direction to get you to wake up. “Do you want to go to the hockey game tonight?”

You felt your stomach twist into a knot at the mention of hockey. Going to the hockey game meant seeing him. It was an important game though. The entire University was most likely going.

Him meaning Harry Styles, the star athlete and captain of the University hockey team, the Pioneers. Also him meaning, you’re ex-boyfriend of one year. You split up three months ago, not from loss of love but lack of time for one another. You both tried to make it work, it just didn’t.

You knew it was for the best, but you couldn’t help and wonder if he missed you just as much as you missed him.

Anna could sense your apprehension and placed her hand on your shoulder, “Hey don’t feel pressured. I know you don’t want to see him. Just thought it would be fun to go out during this week of hell.”

You nodded your head in agreement and smiled softly. “Yeah, we can still go. It’s not like I have to speak to him anyways.”

9:30 pm 

After a few shots later -- strictly taken to calm your nerves of going to the game, you were seated in the first few rows in the center area of the ice. It was nearing the end of 3rd period and the Pioneers were up by two goals. 

The whole game you were on edge due to the sight of Harry. It calmed you that the entire arena was completely filled so he wouldn’t notice you anyways. That and the fact he was playing a full blown hockey game. His mind was only focused on the ice.

You haven’t seen him since you split up. Which explains the slight nerves you feel in your stomach.

He was playing extremely well tonight. A total show off.

“Hey Y/N, do you want to go get a pretzel with me?” Your childhood friend, Jack, whispered towards you with a smile on his face. 

You looked toward the concession stand and saw that it was barely crowded. You nodded with a smile and told Anna you would be right back.

Sliding out of the row and into the aisle, you felt Jack sling his arm over your shoulder as you walked down the steps together. “Hockey players are like goldfish. Tap on the glass and you get their attention.” He joked into your ear.

You couldn’t help but throw your head back in laughter at how bad the joke was. You appreciated it though. You knew that he was just trying to ease your nerves.

That was until, you heard a loud commotion on the glass right near you.

The commotion being Harry slamming his fists on the glass like a total caveman that it was rattling so hard. It was hard to hear over the loud noise of the arena but you caught the harsh words leave his lips, “Get your fucking hands off of her.” Before skating off back to the bench. 

He was red in the face. Seething at the sight of another man’s arms around you. He knew it was your childhood friend, but he couldn’t help but feel sick at the sight of it.

Jack immediately dropped his arm from your shoulder with astonishment. You looked like you were a deer caught in headlights.

“What the fuck was that?” You started to get mad. Mad at the fact he had the audacity to do that. Mad at the fact he thought he had a right to do that. Mad at the fact that you still felt your heart yearn for him.

“If looks could kill, I would be a dead man.” Jack stated while scratching the back of his neck. “Are you okay?”

You nodded your head very slowly before asking him if he could take Anna home for you later. You just wanted to go home. The game was almost over anyways.

Jack gave you a hug (risky) and told you to drive safely and that he will bring Anna home later.

10:30 PM

After repeatedly telling Anna you would be okay on your own, she was out the door on the way to the after-party. The Pioneers won 3-1 tonight and the university was buzzing with joy.

You on the other hand, felt sick to your stomach. Full of questions of why on Earth would Harry do that. In the middle of his game too.

So here you were, laying in your bed with reruns of Friends playing as background noise. You couldn’t focus on the TV.

There was a knock on your bedroom door. “Anna, I thought you left. I told you I’m not in the mood tonight.”

Except, it wasn’t Anna. It was Harry. 

A million thoughts were running through your head. You sat up on your bed and opened your mouth to say something.

“Don’t. Just let me speak.” Harry pleaded. His strong build pushed through into your bedroom before closing the door behind him. His hair was still wet and he was wearing black sweats and a sweatshirt. “Please.” he added softly before approaching the foot of your bed.

You sat in silence, just staring at him. You felt frozen. You haven’t seen him up this close in three months. His hair was all over the place, as if he’s been running his hands constantly through it. His eyes were a soft green. You always loved his eyes.

“Y/N, fuck...please” He couldn’t get his words out. He sat down on the side of your bed, his face in his hands and rubbed his face.

“Harry, you can’t do this to me.” Your mind was fuzzy but you were mad. Who does he think he is? “We aren’t together. You cant go slamming on glass because someone puts their arm around me.” Your voice started getting louder. Stronger.

He stood up abruptly. “Fuck, you don’t think I know that?” He started pacing your room. “I just-” he stopped short. “I just can’t think straight around you.”

He dropped his hands at his sides. “I came here to apologize for what I did but I’m not sorry. I don’t want his hands on you. I don’t want anybody’s hands on you.” He sat down in front of you, his hands resting on your knees.

“That’s not a decision you can make for me Harry,” you went to stand up but he pulled you back down onto the bed.

“Are you even listening to me? Don’t you understand?” His words were sounding feverish, he was desperate. “The break up was a mistake, Y/N” His eyes started watering, as did yours.

“These three months,” he paused and looked into your eyes. “Have been absolutely brutal. I need you. I need you back.”

The tears started to spill out of your eyes. “Harry, I-”

He cut you off. “No, Y/N. I know you miss this. Miss us.” His hands started drawing little circles on your bare legs. “I feel like I can finally breathe now just by seeing you.”

Your heart yearned. You pulled his head into your lap and played with his hair. His face was covered with dried tears. You felt like you needed to comfort him. You still do love him.

“H, I just don’t think these three months can be forgotten.” You voice quivered. It felt hard to speak. 

“I will do anything, please.” He started. “You belong to me, you’re made for me.” He started to place slow kisses to your bare legs. It only made your heart beat faster.

“H, sit up.” He lifted his head and you could just see the pain etched all over his face. You felt for him. He started crying uncontrollably. It hurt to see. He had just won a major game tonight and should be celebrating. Instead, he’s here sobbing over missing you.

You placed yourself on his lap to give him a hug and squeezed him really tight. You felt his tears drop onto your neck but you didn’t mind.

“Baby, stop crying please.” You begged. You lifted his head with your hands to bring his face in front of yours. His eyes were red and lips were all puffy.

You brought your nose to his before whispering, “It will all be okay.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

You brought your lips to his and everything felt right again. It felt like home. You missed this.

His hands squeezed your sides before pulling away, “Please be mine again.”

You replied by bringing your lips back to his. It was a yes.

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When He’s Not Around

Dom!Harry Styles x Reader

18+

Warnings/summary: cheating😬(Harry cheats with reader), oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talk ig, angst?, jealousrry, somewhat caught at the end

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"H-Harry we really shouldn't be doing this."

"You say that every time darling and yet, look where you are. Back with me again."

Your next words are cut off by the feeling of Harry's lips on yours, and you want to give in, but something's on your mind.

Pushing him back, you try to move from the wall but he keeps you there. "We can't, not again. Liam's on his way-"

He covers your mouth with his hand, "Don't. Don't say his name. Now, nod your head if you're gonna stop worrying and listen to me."

You nod your head with wide eyes, thighs growing even more slick at his dominant demeanor.

"Good girl.", he says when you obey him, finally removing his hand from your mouth.

He sinks to his knees in front of you, pushing his long hair out of his face as he looks up at you.

"Let me give you something else to think about." Harry spreads your legs apart, reaching under your dress and teasing the waistline of your underwear.

You wordlessly look down at him, and although you're not saying no, that's not enough for him.

"Tell me love, can I have you for tonight?" His voice seems deeper and his accent thicker, eyes searching yours for confirmation.

You close your eyes as he starts to drag the lace down your thighs, "I need words, pretty girl. Can I have a taste?"

"Yes." You sigh out.

"Yes who?"

"Yes sir." He has you lift up your feet, one at a time so that he can remove your panties and since your eyes are still closed, you don't see him stuff them in his pocket.

He grabs one of your legs, hoisting it up so that it's over his shoulder, exposing your bare core to him.

Wasting no time, Harry licks a long stripe up your wet cunt, groaning at the taste.

"Can't believe you wanted to deny me of this.", he mumbles, shaking his head.

He suctions his mouth on your clit and you're thankful for his support, knowing your legs would have given out immediately.

"Sorry, m'sorry.", you moan, hands coming to grip his hair but he stops you.

"I didn't say you could touch.", he smirks up at you, one of his hands coming to continue the assault on your clit.

He watches your eyes shut in pleasure, head falling against the wall. Your hands clench into fists, resisting the urge to touch him, wanting to follow his orders.

He lets two of his fingers dip down to your hole, teasing you a bit before sinking them in with no resistance.

"Can feel you clenching on my fingers, love." Harry says, his voice like gravel as he continues to watch you in amazement.

"Bet you wish it wasn't just my fingers hm?" He asks and you bite your lip to stop a moan.

Harry stops the movement of his fingers, pulling a whine from you.

"Answer me baby. You want my cock in this tight little cunt don't you?"

You can practically feel him smile when he nuzzles his face into your thigh, watching you struggle to respond.

"Harry please just-", you choke on your words when he begins to finger you again.

"Just what? Use your words, y/n."

"Wan' you to fuck me, please, stop teasing me.", you whine frustratedly.

"Y'know I just love to hear you beg, darling. Gonna fuck you, promise, but I want you to cum on my fingers first.", his fingers begin to pick up pace, curling to hit your spot and you cry out.

"Yeah? Y'gonna make a mess of my fingers? Be my good girl?"

You can only moan in response, your mouth dropping open and small pants coming out when Harry's mouth attaches to your clit again.

"So close, Harry, m'so close. Let me cum, pleasepleaseplease."

Harry looks up, nodding against you in a silent confirmation that you can cum and you swear you see stars.

He has to hold you up, your leg almost collapsing and your hands coming forward to grab his shoulders.

He continues to lick into you, even after you come down from your high and you're too weak to push him away.

"Harry- baby I'm sensitive.", you tell him and he finally draws back, grinning up at you with a sly smile and your juices covering his chin.

He sets your leg down, getting up from his knees and standing in front of you, his hands cradling your face as he kisses you.

You can taste yourself on his tongue and you groan into the kiss, your hands fisting the bottom of his shirt.

"More- I want more.", you mumble against his lips before kissing him again, not wanting to separate from him.

Harry brings his hands from your face to the back of your neck, having to somewhat forcefully pull you away from him.

"Y'know you gotta tell me more than that lovie." his voice is just above a whisper, a sadistic smirk on his face as he watches your eyes struggle to leave his lips.

"What do you want more of, hm? More of my mouth?" You shake your head no, and Harry pretends to sigh.

He tightens his grip on your neck, making you look him in the eye. "If you can't use your words, I can't help you."

Harry knows exactly what you want and how you want it, but seeing you get all needy and frustrated is something that never fails to make his cock ache.

"I want you to fuck me.", you finally say, voice barely audible.

"M'sorry, I couldn't hear you. Repeat that for me?", Harry somewhat taunts and it makes you want to stomp your foot in frustration.

"Stop teasing Harry, please. I need you to fuck me.", Harry grins at this, wasting no time in releasing your neck so that he can pick you up and carry you to the bed.

You let out a small squeal, swatting at Harry to put you down. You were never really a fan of people picking you up, but Harry just loved to show how easy it was to him.

He tosses you down on the bed, making you look up at him with a glare, "Be careful dumbass, I'm fragile."

He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up into that stupid smirk once again. "You've got quite the mouth all of a sudden."

Harry kneels down on the bed in front of you, parting your legs so that he can be in between them.

"Just a few minutes ago it was "oh Harry m'gonna cum, don't stop please.", he mocks with a small laugh, causing you to bring your hands up to hide yourself.

Harry stops you though, pinning your hands down beside your head. "Oh none of that. Where'd my bratty girl go, hm?"

The way that he barely has to use any of his strength to pin you down, plus his large and muscular frame boxing you in has you practically drooling.

He inches his face closer to yours, tricking you into thinking he's going to kiss you, but just as your lips graze his he turns to the side, making you kiss his cheek instead.

"Harry.", you whine.

"Sorry sorry, you just looked so desperate for it, I couldn't resist.", Harry knows that his degrading words have an affect on you, your hips bucking up into the air as the throbbing returns to your core.

"Y'want a proper kiss?", Harry asks and you nod, staring up at him with pleading eyes. "Yeah? Beg."

It's a simple command that usually would have had you scoffing, telling Harry to get over himself and stop teasing, but you're so needy for his touch that you give in.

"Harry", you whine again and oh Harry loves the way you say his name. "Baby please, kiss me, I- I need it."

He knows that you can beg better, he's heard it plenty of times, but he takes mercy on you, letting his lips connect with yours and wasting no time in ravishing your mouth.

He brings one of his hands to curl around your throat, adding a little pressure as his tongue explores your mouth as if he's never done it before.

You two are a desperate mess as you work to get each other fully undressed, breathy pants and soft moans filling the silence in the room.

Harry's towering over you, one hand fisting his cock as he situates himself between your spread legs.

"Condom?" You ask, trying to think as clearly as possible.

Harry looks almost offended that you've asked, scoffing as he positions his tip at your entrance.

"Since when have we ever used condoms?"

"I dunno, I just thought maybe-"

You're cut off by a gasp as he begins to push into you, the familiar stretch and slight burn settling in.

You hear Harry swear under his breath, hips flush against yours,

"You just thought what?", he asks as his head dips down, nosing along your jawline before kissing on your neck.

"I- uh.", you stutter, losing your train of thought do to the feeling of Harry's cold cross necklace grazing your chest.

"It's because of him right? You're worried that he'll have to feel my cum deep in this pretty pussy of yours, aren't you?"

And although his tone is somewhat playful, there's a bite to it. You know how Harry feels about having to sneak around, how he wishes you were his and his only.

He doesn't allow you to respond tho, knowing that's a conversation you'll have to have at a different time. His hips slowly begin to move against yours, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan.

"Fuck fuck fuck.", Harry groans against your ear.

Your hands are clawing at his back as his thrusts pick up pace, and as much as he loves that, he redirects your hands to his hair. 

You immediately begin to tug at his long locks, loving the way it feels between your fingers.

"Shit- Harry, I think I'm gonna cu-"

You're cut off once again, but not by Harry, by the sound of your front door opening.

"Babe, are you home?"

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It’s been a while😅

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