your mood as been off since you two arrived home. harry sensed it and he had an idea of what was on your mind.
"y/n," he started, voice echoing in the silent home "what's the matter?"
"nothing," you mumbled with a hidden eye roll as you unstrapped your heels and tossed your purse on the dining table.
"baby, we both know that's a lie," he waltzes over to you and puts a hand on your backside. you grab your purse from the table to hang it up just to have an excuse to walk away from him. you continue to stay silent, so he continues to taunt you.
"was it the fact that we went out?" you didn't hesitate on your short walk to the hanger.
"was it that we went to a club? and there were strippers?" he almost saw something in you burst in... jealously? he wasn't surprised. he knew what it was. he just loves teasing you. he meets you by the front door and you turn around toward him. annoyance is evident on your face as you look anywhere but him. he inches even closer to you, surrounding you by the nearby wall.
"or was it that blondie that was all over me at the bar?" he whispered close to your ear. he saw the tick in your jaw and the little green monster in your eyes "that's it, yeah?"
"her breasts were practically in your face," you grumbled as you went to cross your arms. however, harry grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. your breath hitched a bit, chin to your chest.
"look at me," he demanded quietly, eyes piercing yours. you submitted to him, looking at him with a little irritation "i don't want her. i want you, baby."
although you were annoyed, you couldn't contain the flutter of your heart. you loved this man with everything you had. but you hated seeing people want him. he was yours.
"but you were still a little brat about it."
"was not a brat. she was all over you!" your head lifted from off the wall, trying to get even closer to harry, but he didn't let you. his grip tightened on your arms. he heard you whine, and it made him chuckle. unexpectedly to you, he lifted his thigh and put it right under your clothed cunt. you gasped and immediately arched your back out of instinct. he smirks smuggly, and you can't tell if you wanted to slap him or kiss him.
"stop whinin', or you're not cumming at all tonight," you rolled your eyes at that, definitely intentionally. he saw this and began thrusting his thigh back and forth. you tried to restrict your moans, but you couldn't help the whimper that slipped out of you.
"don't roll your eyes at me. you want a punishment?" you shook your head before grinding against his thigh harder. he kisses your neck, leaving bruised kisses alongside of it. you were so on edge all night, watching a sweaty harry dance in a crowd of people. his white button-up unbuttoned halfway down, butterfly tattoo glistening in the club spotlights. it left little to the imagination. those images alone could've got you off, this was just a bonus. as the feeling consumes you, you feel that little coil in your belly tighten.
"i'm close," you puff out, fingers in a fist above your head.
"don't," he grumbled against your neck, stopping his movements immediately. your eyes widen and you were about to shout when his thigh left your clothed cunt.
"take your clothes off," harry demanded as he unbuckled his belt. you didn't hesitate to let the straps of your dress fall before you kick it to the side. he eyes you hungrily as you discard your underwear, too.
"beautiful, angel," he says, right before kissing you hard. his lips interlocked with yours in a way that was so desperate, it made time disintegrate. you feel his hand guide down your chest, rubbing your breasts for a moment. he twists your nipples enough to make you gasp, and he chuckles darkly. harry's hand makes it down to your heat, hovering right above it.
"should i make ya beg? i think i'd like tha'," he moved his hand to your hip bone, rubbing it hard.
"mmm," a groan was all that came out of your mouth. your hips rolled around, trying to get some type of friction.
"i didn't hear you, baby," he taunted and teased because he knows exactly how to get you riled up "maybe i'll go back to blondie. she'll beg for me."
harry was really playing tonight. he had little to no filter and it was definitely getting you upset. but also turned on.
"fuck, harry, please fuck me," you whined as his hand finally moves to your clit, it was throbbing under his fingertips as he circled it.
"see? it wasn't that hard," he circles faster, getting you more anticipated. your breathing was quickening, breasts bouncing subtly. but he stopped again. you were about to scream at him for stopping.
"only want you cumming on my cock," harry stroked his cock for a moment before slamming into you. you moaned out, relieved that he was finally filling you. one of his hands stays planted on the wall beside your head while the other makes its way around your neck. harry gives it a sudden squeeze, making you throw your head against the wall. your nails scratch his shoulders, creating crescent moons on his skin.
"please, i'm almost there," you moan out as he hits that spot inside of you that almost makes you jolt. you nearly scream as he pounds into you relentlessly.
"and why should i let you cum? hmm?" he huffs out, a sweaty curl dropping on his sticky forehead.
"because you want me. not her," you whimper, on the very edge of your release. he brings his hand from your throat to your clit, rubbing it aggressively to get you to finish.
"that's my girl," he reassures, as you cum undone on his cock. your eyes shut tightly and your back arches strictly. a few seconds later, he moans as his cum releases inside of you. he looks at you in your sweaty, post-sex state, waiting for you to speak.
"i'm sorry," you admit to him, hands behind his neck. he pulls out of you as his hands rest against the wall.
"it's okay, angel. but if you ever want to get jealous again, i'm down."
