One Direction: Smut & Triggering

(Smut) You ARE Mine - Harry

"Harry is jealous, to say the least, and makes claim on what is rightfully his."

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It was safe to say that he was bugged. Harry was nowhere close to being a violent person, but it would only be fair to say that he was a possessive one - especially when it came to the ones he loved; more specifically the one he loved.

There was also a part of him that felt somewhat insecure, he wanted to know that the one he loved belonged to him; fully belonged to him. It wasn't that he doubted that he was loved; it was how well he'd known his lover's ex that irked him.

Given the fact that said ex had just dropped a brand new album did not help matters at all. Harry had taken the time to listen to the album, at first just because they had once been friends, but the next several plays had purely been for the purpose of trying to work out who his past friend was professing his love for - in the end he had only been able to conclude that it was about an ex; an ex that he just so happened to be his current girlfriend!

Harry wanted to just let it go, move on. He wanted to be secure in his sense that he had nothing to worry about, but it seemed the songs where intent on taunting him. So yeah, Harry was bugged.

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She wasn't exactly sure what was going on with her boyfriend, Harry had seemed distant for several days now - ever since her ex's album had dropped. She had of course listened to the songs, easily picking up on the ones that were clearly about her; but Harry had to know he had nothing to worry about; she was with him, she loved him dearly and wouldn't wish for anything at all to change.

"Love?" She cautiously asked, the two of them watching TV on the couch together. "Everything alright?"

"I don' bloody like it," Harry growled.

"What?" She chuckled, "You don't like me, or..." She hadn't thought it possible, but his voice seemed to deepen as he answered.

"No, I more than like ya, love; I don't like him writin' bout you."

"Harry, it's just a couple of songs; and even if they are pretty good that doesn't mean anything is going to happen between us."

"Still, you're mine. I don' like him writing 'bout wha's mine."

"Oh, I'm yours?" She raised an eyebrow, contemplating closing the distance between them. "Why don't you prove it then, styles?"

Raising his eyebrow in return, Harry leaped to the other end of the couch; closing the distance between the pair, "mine" he hissed, "I fuckin' love you, not him."

Looking into his eyes, she found herself loving the glisten, "Why don't you prove it?" she smirked.

"You want me to prove it?" Harry asked, taking her hand and placing it on his throbbing cock, "Is that proof enough?"

Starting to rub him through his pants she smiled, "I don't know. I think you could do better, Styles."

A growl came from deep inside his chest as he leant forward, hastily smashing his lips into hers. Sighing, he pushed his tongue inside, drinking up the taste of his love, "you-are-all-mine."

Being pulled onto his lap, she felt herself began to moisten up for him, "Try harder," She teased, "I'm not feeling owned yet."

"Oh, you want to be owned." Harry smirked, taking his fingers and using them to play with the waist of her shorts.

"Yes," She gasped, feeling his fingers make contact with her sensitive spot, "I want you to prove to me how much you need me."

"Need ya so fuckin' badly," He pushed himself up, needing to feel the friction between his cock and her arse.

Rocking forward onto his fingers, she moaned out, "Show me."

Biting his bottom lip, Harry jumped up in one swift movement, taking the two of them into the bedroom.

"What now?" She asked, trying to roll away from him as he knelt over her on all fours.

"This," He moaned, leaning down to leave his mark on her neck before teasingly releasing her from her shorts.

She could feel herself gushing. Cheeks warm with both excitement and passion, she reached up to yank his shirt over his head, "Want you to take me, want you to make me yours."

Taking her hand he smiled mischievously. Leaving her to wonder what exactly was going to come next.

"Want to taste you,"

"Not yet, baby." She smiled, pushing her way out from under him, "I want you to admire me."

Pouting, Harry sat back folding his legs beneath him, "You're a beautiful, amazing, woman, you know that? But you're also a bloody cock tease."

"Oh, baby, don't be like that," She said, feigning offence, "You know I always take care of you."

Mumbling something incoherent under his breath, Harry couldn't help but to focus on anything else but the way his penis was begging for release.

Wiggling out of her underwear, she tugged Harry back to her, "go ahead, Mr, Jealous."

"No' jealous," Harry mumbled, allowing his tongue to go to work. "Possessive."

Reaching up, she linked her hands around the bars of the headboard.

Pulling back, Harry smiled; making a show of licking her juices from his lips, "You like that, huh?"

Taking ownership of Harry's pants, she sat up a little, "How about you tell me?" She said, taking him between her lips.

Harry moaned, hating how she could get him so close to nutting so quickly.

Humming around his cock, knowing what he did to him, she smiled. The pair seemed to have a good game going and she didn't want it to end just yet. "I think you're now mine."

"Oh god," Harry gasped, protesting at the loss of her. "Love, this isn't fair."

"What isn't?"

"This. I want you, I need you."

Smiling, she decided she knew just how to finish it off – at least for now.

"What if I said I liked his songs? What if I said I wanted to fuck to his songs?"

"Not happening," Harry again growled, nuzzling into her stomach. "You're mine."

Wrapping her arms around his sweaty back, she couldn't help but smile, "yeah, I'm yours, Styles. Don't worry."

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This fic holds a very special place in my heart - being the fic that broke my very long dry streak. I hope y'all like it as much as I do. ❤️❤️❤️