His Territory | Harry Styles

Cheering up.

I trap my bottom lip between my teeth and wrap a towel around my naked body, before saying, "Stop rejecting me Harry, it hurts my feelings."

"Is this what it's about? Because I won't have sex with you?" Harry's voice is bitter and makes anger boil through my veins. "You know why I-"

"You always get me so turned on, then reject me! It's not fair Harry. You heard what the doctor said last week, I'm perfectly fine now, the baby's fine." I fight the tears threatening to spill.

He has no idea what it feels like when he refuses me, it fucking hurts. 

"Joe, I'm just worried about you," I hear him climb out of the bath, his wet feet padding across the tiled floor. "You miscarried after the last time we had sex, what if it was my fault?"

I turn around to find Harry standing at the sink, a towel wrapped low around his hips, low enough to show his V line. "It wasn't your fault, the doctor said it was stress."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, he said sex during pregnancy is fine, but if you don't want to, I get it." I don't give him a chance to reply, I walk out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me and into our bedroom where I find Harry's shirt and slip it over my head. 

I hate how this pregnancy is affecting my hormones I'm always horny, even in my sleep I wake up wanting to fuck Harry but he never does.

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I slip his shirt over my head then walk out into the kitchen and lean against the marble benchtop. 

I understand why he's worried but at the same time, rejection hurts. 

I'm about to walk over to the refrigerator to get a drink when I hear his amazing voice.

"I'm sorry if I say, "I need you." But I don't care, I'm not scared of love." I remember this song, it's the same one he sang ages ago. "'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker. Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong?" 

He continues a part I haven't heard before. "So, baby, hold on to my heart, oh, oh." It sounds like he's coming closer and then he opens the bedroom door slip out without notifying me. "Need you to keep me from falling apart, I'll always hold on, 'cause you make me stron-Ohh baby, there you are," 

I try to avoid his eyes because but just his voice alone it made me weak at the knees and kinda turned me on. 

Fucking hormones. 

I should be appreciating my fiancee's brilliant singing not getting turned on by it. 

"Yeah, here I am,"

"Are you alright? You left without me explaining anything."

This time my gaze meets his, "What's there to explain? You don't want to have sex, you don't need to explain anything. My body's changing, I'm getting fatter so I don't blame you for not wanting to touch me. I wouldn't want to touch a beached whale either." 

A frown takes over his face, it's only when he approaches me and using the pad of his thumb he removes a single tear from my cheek, that I notice I'm crying.

Curse you damn mood swings. 

"Joe, come 'ere," Harry opens his arms for me and embraces me in a tight hug. "I do want to make love to you babe, it's me not you," He whispers into my hair. "Trust me, I'd really love to take you right now,"

I pull away from him, staring into his olive green eyes. "Then what's stopping you?" He sighs. "Harry, the doctor said sex is fine during pregnancy, I'm fine now, I-" I pause. "-Is it because of my body?"

"No baby, you're perfect."

"Harry, it hurts when you keep rejecting me and more so when you don't tell me why?" 

His hands grip my hips, he pulls me flush against his body; our fronts touching. "I don't trust myself,"

"What'd you mean? Harry?" He redirects his vision to the floor but I use my thumb and place it on his chin, tilting his head up. "Do you think you'll hurt me?" He nods. "Harry, you won't hurt me, I'd tell you."

"Promise?" His lips pull upwards into a small smile.

I lean closer to him, our lips brushing a few times. "I promise,"

"Good, then let me show you how much I love you," He whispers against my lips, I can hear the hesitation and worry in his voice but I chose to ignore it.

"No one's stopping you,"

I squeal when Harry lifts me up and carries me into our room. "Did you finally finish that song?"

"Almost," He replies gently placing me onto the bed and crawls above me, fingers finding my panties and removing them along with my-his shirt from my body. "Are you sure about this?" He asks while removing his boxers.

"Yes Harry," I breathe out as he crawls down my body, leaving delicate kisses on my inner thighs. My breathing becomes heavier, I expect him to do some foreplay, but he doesn't and instead, he kisses my pregnant belly, whispering something I can't hear before he kisses it again.

His hands slide up and down entire body, from my legs to my shoulders.

I gasp when Harry takes my right nipple in his mouth, sucking it and licks the very tip then does the same to my right nipple. "H-Harry," A few moans slip out but all too soon my nipple drops from his mouth.

Harry comes back to my face, leaving kisses along my neck and jaw-line. He looks down at me, hooded eyes filled with lust, I feel him line himself out at my entrance. "Safe word babe,"

"What?" 

"Use a safe word if it's too much," He kisses my nose while his tip glides over my folds. 

I gasp feeling him press harder against me.

"Safe word Joe," He chuckles because my mind is completely blank right now I can't come up with anything. "Come on baby, think of a word." 

"W-what was the name of that song you were singing?" A loud gasp followed by a moan erupts from my throat as he effortlessly slides in, stretching my walls. 

His hands grip mine and pull them above my head. "Strong," comes his reply along with a grunt. "Because your love is my strength--ah fuck, babygirl you're always so damn tight," 

With the deeper depth he goes in, the more I want him to actually start moving. "T-then that's my s-safe word,"

"Strong?" Harry moans from above me, his length is so far in my body that I can feel his balls pressed against my butt, so he stills.

Looking down at me, Harry releases my hands and brings one to my face and the other sits on the pillow near my head. 

I nod, smiling. "Strong, strong is the safe word,"

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a/n

I'm sorry for ending it there, my nana was about to see what I was writing... I had to quickly publish it!

She thinks I write books 'bout fairies.

Ops

I'm actually joking about the fairies part, lol she knows I write mature books

I swear I need a lake filled with just holy water and a library with bibles.

Sorry but not sorry.