Leigharry Fluff/Smut One Shots

6. "Rude Boy." (Smut)

Hiiiii! I think it's time for another smut chapter! This chapter in particular is in collaboration with my good friend jesylnelsons. she's doing the Jodell (Jesy and Odell Beckham Jr) part of this one shot, maybe a little smut as well so check out hers. Also, this whole storyline was her idea to begin with and she asked me to join her in this bomb ass scenario. The song we chose was Rude Boy, and as always I'll have the lyrics below. If you enjoy this please give it a vote, it'll mean a lot! <3 Ps there'll be a little hint of a daddy kink for you guys, hope you like (;

"Come here rude boy, boy can you get it up? Come here rude boy, boy is you big enough?Take it, take it (yeah) Baby, baby (yeah) Take it, take it (yeah) Love me, love me (yeah)."

Leigh-Anne's POV:

I didn't understand why he came every week just to sit and pout about me dancing with one of the guys in class. The whole time I was doing a routine, Harry would be sitting there with his face in his hands looking as if he wanted to strangle the man that had his arms around my waist. Jesy, my best friend, as well as my dance instructor noticed it before I did. She always asked why he came if he wasn't going to participate, but that question was never answered. She was very proud of me though, she was the one that always cheered me on as I stuck every single move in the routines. After the second round of the dance was done, Harry stood from his seat and strutted out of the large wooden door, I assume with the same stale look plastered on his face.

"Harry likes getting his feelings hurt doesn't he?" Jesy teased as I throw my bag over my shoulder. "He looked saltier than normal." -- "Every time I try to talk to him about it, he changes the subject." I sigh. He never liked talking about his jealousy, which upset me because I need to know what he's feeling. I wish he just understood no one could ever mean as much to me as he does. "Well tell him that we have enough salt in the air around here with sweat flying, we don't need anymore or he can't come to watch anymore unless he wants to be apart of the class." She giggled, probably making sure I knew she was just kidding.

Harry wasn't a dancer, he didn't enjoy it for himself but I think he knew how much I loved it, that's why he tagged along so much. Although, he also knew how much it boiled his blood to see me dancing with one of the male students yet he still put himself through it. "I'll be sure to let him know." I laugh back. "We're still on for game night on Saturday right?" I add picking up my purse and making my way towards the exit door. "Yeah of course." Jesy smiled waving me off. "I'll text you later then about it." I add finally stepping up to the door. We said our goodbyes and I was out the door after Harry. "Hey Leigh, is Jesy still in there?" A voice asked as I push the door open. Odell, he was one of the other students in Jesy's class.

I'm also very sure that he did fancy Jes, as a matter of fact I know he does. "Yeah, she's just packing up. Better catch her before she leaves." I laugh watching him scurry through the door. For all I knew he was just trying to get in Jesy's pants, but that was obviously none of my business. I walk down the busy sidewalk and up to Harry's black Range Rover. He was sitting in the driver's seat typing away at his phone when I opened the passenger side door. He looked over at me with that same expression laced on his lips. "Took you long enough." He grumbled as I slid into the seat. "What the hell is your problem Harry?" I finally shout slamming the door shut behind me. His facial expression changed, his eyebrows were sprung up in surprise at my tone for sure.

"What the hell is wrong with me? Me Leigh-Anne? I'm not the one dancing all sexually with some random girl in your face now am I?" He shouted back. Harry was usually the calm one in arguments, he was the one that kept me from blowing a gasket. "Harry it was just a dance. A dance for Christ sake." I sigh knowing his temper must have been through the roof for him to yell like this. "Well I don't see it that way Leigh-Anne. I don't want any other man touching you places where I've touched you." He grumbled again. He put the car in gear and sped off towards our apartment. The whole ride was silent, not a peep from him or me which was unusual because Harry and I's favorite thing to do was talk on rides home, even if we had just argued.