im really out here. here ya go hornies. i died writing this its 3k words and i was too lazy to find gifs oop. dedicated to vilestyles bc she asked for it and blesshes bc i used her name hskaha and macklemcvey for helping me out with a plot mwah

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what: jealous harry
summary: cris makes a few moves on niall that doesnt seem to make harry happy in a club
tags: rough SIR YES SIR! sex what else, name calling oof!!! dominant as füûüûck

Don't you tell me that it wasn't meant to be
Call it quits
Call it destiny
Just because it won't come easily
Doesn't mean we shouldn't try

(Bruno Major, Easily)

CRIS was stood by Harry's side as they entered the club. Her arm wrapped around his left - closely and tightly. He made sure to watch her as she walked closely by his side. The amount of people in the club was quite large knowing that it was a saturday and that's when everyone went.

Harry had Cris walk in front of him, watching as her tight dress hugged every crevice and every curve of her body. He loved it. His pupils practically dilated as he watched her hips move whilst she briskly made her way through the crowd. Her hand intertwined with his as they walked.

Before he knew it, they were at the booth that one of his friends had reserved the night before. Niall being the businessman that he was - was quickly able to get a table despite the fact that it was of short notice. The club owners were already accustomed to their faces even more their wallets and large sums of - let's call it donations.

"A bottle of vodka please!" Niall shouted at one of the waiters that were tending to the VIP tables. His hand clapping onto the back of the waiter before the man rushed off in a hurry to grab what Niall had asked for. The group had barely even sat down or even touched the seats before Niall was already ordering and shouting at different people. It brought out a chuckle from Cris' lips as she watched his actions. Harry noticed this from the corner of his eyes and frowned a bit - not wanting to make it obvious.

He'd have to admit. Harry wasn't much of a jealous guy. He knew his boundaries and always trusted Cris with his heart. But one thing he knew was the little crush Cris had on Mister Niall Horan and that was off putting to him. He didn't mind it no, it was just a small crush after all but when he noticed how Niall was slightly accepting Cris' advances. He decided to keep an eye on it.

Harry decided to sit on the couch, pulling Cris along with him. Leaving her to sit on his lap sideways. Her legs slightly dangling across the edge of the couch as she did so. His right hand was securely placed on the dip of her waist with his other on top of her thigh, drawing circles from time to time. He pressed a kiss onto her forehead before settling back onto the black leather couch, taking a sip from the drink that was placed in front of him and allowed the liquor to flow in his veins.

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HARRY got up for one second - one second and Niall was seated next to her when he came back from the toilet. His eyes landed on Niall's arm which happened to be a bit too lowly placed on Cris's back. He felt the stress and anger in his veins boil as he walked over to the two. The liquor running through his body heightening his emotions as he pushed and shoved against people, not giving a fùck about who he hit and what he was doing. He basically had tunnel vision at his point. His eyes focused on one and one person only which was Cris.

"Cristina." Harry stated quite sternly, making sure he got her attention. Her head turned to look at him slowly whilst she still laughed away at what Niall was saying to her.

"Yes baby?" She hummed before finally looking up at him, seeing the anger and frustration in his eyes. Cris frowned at his state and stood up but not without wobbling a bit. She probably had way too many drinks tonight. Harry walked over to her and grabbed her arm before pulling her away to god knows where.

"Harry where are we going?" Cris whined against his hold. Harry didn't bother replying. His head seething and practically blowing out steam if people paid attention. He weaved his way through the crowd quite easily - having been there a few times and memorising the routes to the second floor where the private rooms were.

"Harry stop you're hurting me." She whined once more at how tight his grip was on her arm, leaving the skin red as he finally released her when they were in front of one of the rooms. He threw a couple of hundred dollar bills in front of the host and dragged Cris into the room almost immediately.

Harry pushed her up against the wall very harshly once they got inside. Cris letting out a loud groan at his rough action. She hit his right arm very harshly as he kept her in place. His eyes were dilated but she didn't know what to think of it whether it was the alcohol he had consumed or the lust that was clouding his brain.

"What the fu-" Before she could say anything Harry had his right hand on her mouth, gently squeezing against the flesh of her cheeks and getting closer to her face.

"You have no right to talk right now. Not when you were chatting up Niall in the booth back there... What did you think, huh? You think you could get away with it just because I went to the bathroom? I was gone for one second, one bloody second and you were all over him." Cris had to admit and be honest with herself. The way Harry spoke when he was angry was getting her wet and her core shaking. He rarely ever got mad but when he did - ugh it was a lovely sight to behold. The way his accent got deeper and thicker as he said bloody was practically enough to make her jump his bones.

"You're going to suck my cöck like the little slut that you are and I'm going to fück you till you can't remember your own name but mine got it?" Harry seethed, spitting out the words against his teeth. Cris nodded against his hands almost immediately, not wanting to disobey him especially when he was at this state.

"Good, now don't dillydally. Get on your knees." Harry spoke and released her from his tight hold. She didn't think twice before falling down onto the ground with a small whine as her knees slammed against the concrete floor.

Cris quickly unbuckled his belt before throwing it somewhere behind her. Her hands fumbling with his slacks a few times before Harry finally had enough and did it himself.

"God, you can't do anything but cause trouble can't you hmm?" He mumbled as he pushed her hands away and pulled down the slacks himself, leaving him in his black briefs. Cris placed her hand on top of the clothing. The only barrier between her hand and his length. He groaned as she moved her hand against the fabric.

Her fingers trailed across the dip of his hips before she placed her thumbs against the black material and pulled it down till his length slapped against his stomach. She watched awestruck as his tip was as pink as ever with a few spots of precum leaking from his tip, showing her just how hard he was. Showing her how much he was aching, needing her.

"What are you waiting for? The sun to rise?" Harry spat out before placing his hand against the back of her head and pushing her towards his còck. She didn't bother scolding or going against his wishes and decided to take him in her mouth. Letting her tongue swirl against the tip and take in the little bits of precum he had spewed out.

A soft sigh of relief exited Harry's plump and pink lips as Cris' mouth wrapped around his length. Her tongue taking him excellently as her hands rested against his thighs, nails biting down on his skin. A low growl left his lips when Cris tongued his slit. Her eyes looking up at his reaction with a pleased smirk on her face.

"Don't play darling." He spoke sternly and took all her hair in his right hand, before grabbing a hair tie from his wrist and tying it around her black and silky hair. He held onto the ponytail he had made and looked down at the obscene sight in front of him. Harry pulled her away from his cöck, watching as a line of saliva met the bottom of her lip to the tip of his díck. The sight causing him to twitch slightly.

"Shït, I'm going to fück your mouth and you're going to be a good girl and take it yeah?" Before Cris could even sound out a reply - both his hands were at the back of her head. His hands practically covering her whole before he was thrusting harshly into her mouth. While Cris just stayed there, taking it all in. His eyes rolled to the back of their sockets at the godly feeling that was taking over his body from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. Her hands were placed against his thighs to keep her steady as his length appeared and disappeared inside her mouth.

"Fück, fü... uhh, you take me so god damn good." He moaned as he threw his head back. Harry was starting to feel his high approaching. The feel of his dïck twitching in her mouth was a sign of that. He quickly pulled her mouth away. A trail of mixed saliva and cum falling from her lips before he was pulling her up into his arms and placing her on the bed in a matter of two minutes.

His hands gripped onto the dress she had been wearing before harshly pulling it up her body till it was discarded, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. She had decided not to wear a bra because it would have shown through her dress and Harry was bloody thankful for it. His mouth immediately attached to her breasts while his hands were pretty occupied on pulling her underwear down her legs. He was such in a haste and was quite rough with her but she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Jesus, Harry." She whined as his lips had found their way towards her neck, surely leaving a dozen bruises before his lips brushed hers. Harry had both her hands trapped in one of his as he pressed his lips against her. His tongue sneaking in her mouth in a matter of seconds. She moaned against his lips. The sounds vibrating against his before he pulled away, biting onto her bottom lip and releasing it slowly back with a pop sound.

"Please baby." Cris was whining at this point. The gentle teasing of his fingers against where she wanted him most was driving her insane. His lengthy fingers slipped up and down her slit, collecting the juices but not daring to go in. His hard length pressing against her upper thigh bringing out a series of cusses from her pink lips. Harry brought his wet and glistening finger to his lips before sucking it dry and licking his lips.

"Always so wonderful." He said regarding the way that she tasted and placed another kiss onto her lips. Cris arched her back as he pulled away from her lips, trying not to break the contact between the two. Harry used his left hand to push her chest back onto the bed and shook his head.

"Don't move." He muttered and she obeyed. His tone dripping with lust as he said so. He brought himself upright till he was kneeling on the bed and taking off the suit and tie that he still had on at this point. He grabbed the silk tie and wrapped it around her wrists before holding onto her inner thighs and squeezing a bit. She groaned at his actions and moved her legs which caused him to pry them open once more.

Harry crawled up against her again, kneeling closer towards her before taking his length in his hands and slowly sliding it up and down her slit, watching as the juices coated the tip of his còck. Loud moans left her lips as he did this. The action causing her to clench and unclench and her legs to twist against the bed sheets.

"I'm not even inside you yet." Harry panted and smirked at the sight in front of him. She was practically waiting to burst at any moment now. Harry tapped her clít a few times, leaving her to shudder as he did so. Low but high pitched whines leaving her lips and out into the cold air.

"What do you want hmm?" He questioned her, speaking closely to her ear and sucking onto the spot just below it. Cris whined at his words and gave him a few kisses on his jaw as well.

"Please Harry.. please.." She whined and almost felt the tears prickling her skin. The tears arising just from how badly she wanted her high. A high that only Harry could provide.

"Beg darling." Harry stated and as soon as he did incoherent words were spat from Cris mouth. He watched as she said things from jesus to baby to fück me to please in just thirty seconds. Harry had enough and when Cris let out one last fùck me. He was done for.

Harry thrusted into her quite harshly. The action causing her to let out a loud moan and her back arched away from the bed. Her breath was caught in her throat as Harry pounded into her relentlessly. His hands taking a hold onto the tie that he had placed against her wrists. His hips slammed against hers. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with Harry's low groans and Cris' whines.

"F-faster baby.." She spoke breathlessly before Harry stopped his thrusts and held onto her thighs, grabbing her ankles and placing them on top of his shoulders before leaning forward. His hands situated at either side of her head. He gave her a particularly hard thrust. The angle hitting her even deeper than the last. A loud scream emitted from her lips as he did so. He slowly started to get back into a rhythm whilst he placed multiple kisses onto her neck. His head hanging low as different groans and moans sounded off from his mouth.

Harry placed all of his weight on one hand as he let her ankles slip from his shoulder. He brought up one of her legs before turning her to her side - almost like she was in a fetal position. He entered her once again - the angle making her feel even tighter against his díck. The warm walls encompassed him as he slid in and out of her. Cris' eyes were closed at this point and mouth agape as he pounded into her relentlessly. She couldn't even make a sound and express how good he was making her feel.

"Bab...y, ple-please. I can't - I'm... I'm so close, pl-please." She whined against the sheets. Harry took a hold of her chin and turned her to face him, noticing how flush her cheeks were and how dilated her eyes had gotten. Harry took her lips in his in a messy kiss - before coming to a halt.

"Get on all fours darling." Cris obeyed his command with little help from Harry. The one thing he did do was grab a pillow and place it under her. One sign that showed Cris that he was still human but all her lovely thoughts vanished when he took a hold of her tied up wrists and held them behind her back. His one hand grabbing a hold of the tie. Her hands pressed up against her ass before his other hand took a hold of his length and played with her slit again.

Cris groaned at the feeling and let her head fall onto the sheets in front of her. She just wanted to cum so bad and Harry just kept prolonging it - teasing her.

"Harry.." She whined again. The tears falling at this point. Cris was so damn frustrated that she didn't care anymore. Harry had a sly smile on his face as he saw her expression and finally decided to give her what she wanted. His hand pulled against the ponytail he had put her hair into bringing her head up to look back at him.

"You're mine." He muttered before slamming into her, hard and rough. Her body moved against the sheets at how rough he was thrusting into her. His eyes landing onto the spot where they met, watching as he entered and exited her. His cóck glistening with their mixed juices. Loud moans escaped Cris' mouth but Harry couldn't be arsed to tell her to shut up. In fact, he kinda liked it.

"Bab...baby. Oh god, I'm so close." She mumbled onto the sheets before feeling the knot of the tie he had done of her wrists break free. Her hands immediately clutched the sheets in front of her as she felt her high rising. Her breaths came out as pants shortening as she felt the fire inside her burning faster from the tip of her toes to the pit of her stomach.

"Ha-"

"I know baby." And the way he had called her so endearingly finally pushed her to the edge. Her mouth falling open but no sounds came out as she clenched and shook against his body. Harry fücked her through her high, never faltering or stopping his thrusts. He bent down to get closer to her. His chest practically pressing against her back as he placed multiple kisses onto her skin as she hit her high. All she saw was white at this point and clutched onto Harry's hand that was wrapped around her waist.

The soft pants of his name leaving her lips as she clenched onto him one last time pushed him over the edge as well. His thrusts stuttered and became sloppy as he reached his peak. She felt Harry's load shoot in warm long streams deep inside of her as she came down from her high, making sure to milk Harry with everything he's got. Harry had finally settled down. His chest rising and falling rapidly before he slightly pushed against Cris which had her lying down on the bed. Harry pulled out with a groan and laid down beside her as well. The only sounds you could hear from the room was the pants that escaped both their lips and the low bass of music coming from downstairs accompanied by the humming of the air conditioning.

"Well - guess you aren't going to fück around with Niall next time eh?"

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