Jealousy strikes
Warning: dirty
Warning: smut
"And you're completely fine with it?" you ask, nervously twisting a strand of hair between your fingers.
"Absolutely." He replies, shrugging nonchalantly.
You sigh, knowing he was angry. While the boys stayed in the States to enjoy a couple days off, Harry decided to surprise you by coming home earlier than you expected him to. But tonight you had other plans; your friend from high school Alexander invited you out to dinner to a fancy restaurant that had just opened, wanting to catch up. And of course, you agreed.
"Harry, I could just cancel it if it bothers you that much." You say, watching as his eyes finally moved from the television screen to meet with yours.
"Oh no, I wouldn't want to ruin your date with your ex-boyfriend." He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
"I told you, we only dated for a couple of months. It was nothing serious." You say through gritted teeth. "And it's not a date!" you add, your voice rising.
"If you say so." he mutters, slumping against the couch.
Luckily there was a knock on the door, ending the argument that you knew was going to happen. You slip on your shoes, check your reflection in the mirror, and open the door. "Hi Alex," you smile.
"Hey," he greeted, pulling out a bouquet of pink tulips from behind his back. "For you. I remember how you loved them back then."
You bite your lip and hesitantly accept them. "Thanks. Let me put them in a vase and we can head out. Just... Wait out here." You say, softly closing the door. You walk towards the kitchen and set them on the counter.
"He's trying to get you back." Harry hisses from the couch, his brows furrowed.
"No. He's not. He's being friendly." You hiss right back.
"Are you stupid, woman? What kind of friend brings another friend flowers before dinner?" he yells, getting up from the couch and walking towards you.
You brush past him, ignoring his comment. "Don't wait up." you mutter, slamming the door behind you.
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You twist the lock to your apartment door, pushing it open as quietly as you could. You grimaced as it creaked, and carefully shut it behind you. You leaned against it, and glanced at your watch. Crap. It was already midnight. You slip off your heels and turn around to lock the door, freezing when a pair of arms encircled your waist.
"Had fun, baby?" he whispers against your ear.
"Harry," you sigh, melting against his hold. "Not now, please?"
His grip around your waist tightened. He pushed you against the door with his hips, his erection poking you from behind. "I was waiting for you for five hours. Five fucking hours." He cursed, moving his hands so that he could undo your hair. He tugged it back, making your jaw and neck free to his open-mouthed kisses.
You cry out, your eyes closing in pleasure. A familiar tingling sensation started to flutter in the pit of your stomach. "Harry," you breathed, swallowing thickly.
He flips you over so that you could face him. "I think someone needs to be reminded who exactly they belong to," he smirks, and with a small grunt, slings you over his shoulder.
You gasp and start to squirm, his shoulder jabbing against your stomach. "Harry!" you cry, but a sharp swat to your bottom silences you.
Harry continues on to the bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed. He strips off his jeans, and sits down at the corner of the bed. He motions you over, his eyes dark. "Over my knee," he whispers huskily.
Silently, you crawl over on your hands and knees. You whimper as you bend over, your upper half resting against his bare thighs. Your breath caught as his hands trailed up and down the back of your legs. He hiked the bottom of your dress up, the material pooling around your waist.
You bite your bottom lip, feeling your panties moisten in anticipation.
Without warning, his large hand comes down, spanking you.
And he doesn't stop.
You were moaning, each and every slap making your body quiver with need. "Please," you beg, shifting your hips.
Harry stops, and rubs your red bottom. "Please what?" he murmurs, his fingers tracing the outline of your panties.
"Touch me."
He chuckles and pries your thighs open. His middle finger brushes against the steadily growing spot on the material. "Mmm, you're so wet." He hums, pushing against your opening. He grabs the sides of your panties and slides them down your legs, flinging the material over his shoulder. His fingers trace your bare opening, teasing you. "Are you wet because of me, or because of that prick Alex?"
"W-What?" you moan, distracted by his fingers sliding up and down your slit.
He pushes two fingers in, making your back arch in surprise. He pulls them out, and leans over to lift them against your lips. "Is this because of me, or Alex?" he rumbled.
"Y-you." You stutter, completely turned on by this new, jealous, side of Harry. He slips his fingers in your mouth, and you couldn't help but groan as you taste yourself. You suck his fingers, and gently nip at his fingertips before letting go of them with a small pop, eyes locked with his the whole time.
"Good girl," he says. He grabs you and lays you on your back, quickly pulling off his boxers. He reels you back in, your legs dangling off of the bed. He holds his cock with one hand, lining himself up against your entrance. He sinks in, and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of being filled.
"He will never be able to feel this. This is mine." He growls, hips jerking roughly as he built up a fast pace. You moan out in response, your legs wrapping around his waist. "He'll only see you like this in his wildest dreams."
You were clutching the sheets, pleasure coursing through your body. His skin was rubbing deliciously over your clit after each thrust„ making you see white.
"Who. Do. You. Belong. To." He grunts, thrusting after each word. "Tell me," he hisses, swirling his hips.
"You! I belong to you, Harry!" you cry, your back arching as you orgasm.
"Oh, fuck!" Harry shouts, body tensing as your pussy milked him to his orgasm. He collapsed on top of you, panting. He kisses your neck before sliding out of you. "After today, I don't want to hear about Alex again, got it?"
You gave him a sly smirk. "Alex who?"
