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#2 - I’m Yours? (Harry Styles One Shot)
My First Request by a lovely anonymous person. Thank you! I hope you like it!
Word Count : 2,194
Harry Styles One Shot (SMUT) : Summary - Words hurt and Harry has to make up for it.
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“Could you pack all my orders, please?” I asked the bakery owner. He nodded and started wrapping it himself. I was planning to go see Harry at the studio. Might as well just carry some food along for the boys!
The worker loaded the food in my the backseat of my car while I wondered if I should surprise him or call him and then, show up. Surprises are good, right? Surprises with food are perfect!
I walked into the studio with all the bags. Everyone knew me here so, I had a lot of people to meet before, I could go into the studio. I had been ignoring these ones for far too long. I owned studios all throughout the town here as a side business with one of my friends. And, it just happened to be the best, too.
“Hey Y/N!” Niall called out from one corner of the entire floor. He ran up to me and took half my packets. “I love you! I was so hungry!” He laughed.
“There’s a lot of food in there,” I laughed and walked with him to the studio.
“Y/N got food!” Niall announced as we entered the room. I saw Harry’s face shoot up as, everyone else cheered.
“Oh good!” Julian laughed and, took the packets from my hand. “I need some help with the panel here, too. What are we suppose to do with the shift? This is a bit too advanced for my liking. I laughed and showed the feature to him. Harry was right beside me with a frown on his face. “Thanks a lot! This makes it so much easier!”
“Can I talk to you?” Harry whispered pulling me down. I nodded and he pulled me out of the studio. I didn’t like the way he pulled my elbow out. I was not a kid. We were standing in the balcony when, he shut all the doors and stood in front of me. “What are you doing here?”
“Got you food?” I frowned.
“Couldn’t you call?” His tone was flat.
“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise then, I just wanted to see you…”
“Oh, Bullshit Y/N! Stop interfering with my work.”
“Har-that’s not what I was trying…”
He cut me again, “Really! I get it you’re a songwriter, etc but, I don’t want you involved with my work here. Didn’t we clear that out?” He raised his voice a bit. His eyes stared into my face which now held a disgusted look. I just wanted to see him. Just surprise him, I was going to leave after I gave the food and hugged him, maybe. That was not going to happen. “But, you have to show up and show off cause Y/N is the best!”
I flinched. His voice had so much hatred in it. I couldn’t help my tears to fall down and I looked in every direction apart from his face.
“HARRY! COME IN!” Niall shouted. Harry gave me one last look and walked inside. I couldn’t stand straight as I hit the wall, trying to find balance. I couldn’t believe he thought of me like that. I was involved with just one song and never came back again. I was here to just see…I had to leave. I wiped my eyes and walked out of the balcony from the other gate, avoiding the studio.
I couldn’t get his face out of my head. The one I loved hated me and I didn’t know exactly why. Martha, our housekeeper was preparing dinner when I walked in. “I won’t eat Martha, could you just prepare it for Harry? And, I’m going to sleep so, tell him if he asks…” I quickly hugged her and ran up the stairs, keeping my voice straight and not showing her my face.
It was 11pm when, I heard Harry enter. I heard him ask about me and Martha did as told. I heard him enter the room. I didn’t make a sound; I lay quiet, eyes closed, bundled up on my side, away from him. I have no idea what I was expecting now. “Did you eat dinner?” He asked. I didn’t reply and he huffed and walked out. I couldn’t help crying myself to sleep.
I woke up early while Martha was preparing breakfast. I realised, I didn’t want to talk to him. I just couldn’t. What he said was hurtful and degrading when I did absolutely nothing. I got ready as fast as I could but, unfortunately found him out of the bed. I took a deep breath and walked downstairs. “Martha, could you please pack my breakfast, I have to leave in 5.”
“What? Bullshit. Have breakfast with me…” Harry said, looking up from his phone.
“I have a meeting.”
“You’re the boss.” He smirked. Did he forget what he said yesterday?
“Thank you, Martha,” I took the packet from her and walked towards the door.
“Hey baby…” Harry ran up to me. I took my car keys and walked out of the door before he could catch me. “Y/N? Y/N!” I heard him shout but, I was already in my car.
I came back home to loud music playing in the lobby. I walked in to see a couple of his mates there. I didn’t want to interrupt or disturb him so, I walked up the stairs and prepared for a hot bath.
“Hey, why didn’t you come in and meet everyone,” Harry walked in the bathroom as I got inside the hot tub. I just shrugged my shoulders and tried to get myself in a comfortable position. “You left without a kiss in the morning, either…” He bent down to kiss my lips but, I pulled back drowning myself in the tub. “Not nice. I want to talk to you.”
“We talked enough, yesterday.”
“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” He sighed. He tried touching my hair but, I shifted myself away from him.
“Go back to your friends, wouldn’t want me to come and show off or anything.”
“Y/N.”
“Go.” I replied, drowning myself again.
I trudged to the kitchen, not wanting myself to be seen by anyone. I got a couple of things to eat from the fridge when, I heard people leaving. I carried all my food upstairs and sat down near the window.
Harry came up after a while. He gave me a look and sighed and changed his clothes. Sitting down beside me, only in his boxers, his hair tied up in a bun, he pulled me close. I tried not to budge but, he pulled me with a little too much strength. I sat between his legs continuing to eat the pasta from last night. “I’m sorry…” He said, after some time. He kissed my shoulders lightly and wrapped his arms around my stomach. “I was mad because we spent the day getting hardly any work done, talking about you.” He kept his head on my shoulders. “I know, it was wrong but, I was quite annoyed and when we actually started working, you showed up.”
“How is that my fault?” I replied, trying hard not to cry. “I wanted to come see you. I was going to leave in five.”
“Yeah, I know, I was just mad at myself and everyone, I wanted to get the song finished before I lost inspiration.”
“You’re extremely selfish, you know,” I said, getting up from his lap. “Your inspiration, your song, your distraction…it was my mistake to even think you’d be happy to see me.”
I walked inside the closet and pulled a duffle bag out. Harry followed me in, “Love, it’s not like that- what are you doing?” I continued packing a few clothes. “Alright, stop it. I’m sorry okay!” Harry pushed the duffle bag away and pulled me towards his chest.
“Let me go!” I tried pushing away.
“Y/N!” Harry pulled me over his shoulder and walked out of the closet. He threw me on the bed and climbed on top, nuzzling his head between by shoulder and neck. His entire weight was on me, making it impossible for me to move.
“Let me go! There was so much hatred, disgust in your voice for me. This is not love. Let me go!” I cried.
“Please. Please stop moving,” He cried. “Don’t let my stupidity tear us apart. I love you so much. I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I love you, please don’t go.”
I gave up, tired as he held me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, making me arch my back and be forced to hug him. “Let me make your anger run away,” he pouted his tear falling on my cheek.
I didn’t quite realise what happened next. One moment his lips touched mine and, the next I was pulling him into a full snogging session with each other. He pulled all my clothes away, as I tried pulling his bun, to make his hair fall out. He went down to my neck, leaving sloppy kisses and then, marking me as his. I pushed him on his back and climbed onto him, marking him the same way, he did to me. I could count the places burning on my skin. “You’re mine?” he asked and, I pulled him into kiss as assurance.
“I’m yours?” He then, asked. His eyes wide, sincerely asking me to forgive him. I nodded and pulled his shirt off. Kissing all over his stomach, and then, pulling his pants down.
“No, no…It’s my mistake, I should do the work,” He giggled, his purest one and quickly pulled me under him, before I could protest. He pulled down my pants with my underwear hurriedly, and buried his mouth between my legs.
“Oh my god!” I moaned.
“Oh my Harry, please!” He laughed. I could feel him laugh against my pussy. He licked over my clit, pushing one finger in and holding my hand with his. I gasped and pulled at his hair, feeling him moaning at the feeling and continuing to eat me out.
“You taste so sweet!” he hummed as he added fingers and increased their pace in moving in and out of me. I was so close. I told him, I was so close and I continuously moaned his name over and over again. “Hmm,” He hummed again, moving his tongue back to my dripping pussy, “Don’t come…wait…”
“Oh Harry,” I arched my back, trying to pull his face to kiss me. He did, I could taste myself on his tongue. He climbed over me and I saw his hard cock, against my pussy lips. I placed his hair behind his ear and he pushed into me, filling me up with himself and making me arch my back into his chest. He started to buck his hips into mine, taking it extremely slow, getting me used to his size.
“I don’t fuck you enough, you’re so fucking tight!” He moaned into my neck. He increased his speed which caused me to dig my nails into his back, almost screaming. He moaned in pain, because I was holding him too tight, not willing to let go. He began to thrust in harder, making me shift up the bed slowly and clawing his back harder. “I’m so sorry,” He repeated again as he went fast, making it up to me now. I loved this man, I loved this man making love to me, and I loved this man fighting with me. I loved him through everything.
“Y/N!” He moaned as he picked up my leg and kept it over his shoulder going in deeper and hitting that spot.
“Oh my…Harry! Harry!” I screamed, not being able to control it anymore. The only man who could make my screams so loud. He kept filling me, as I tried keeping up with his thrusts.
“Look at me!” He shouted as I tried closing my eyes in ecstasy. I stared into his eyes, which were now looking at me in adoration and lust. Hr drilled into my pussy faster, holding my waist in his eyes, stopping any movement from my side. “Tell me you love me baby,” He looked so beautiful, sweaty as his hair stuck to his face. “Tell me!” He groaned into my neck.
“I love you baby, so so much!” I said against his lips.
“My baby’s going to come? I can feel you squeezing baby…” He kissed and licked over my nipples, pulling me closer. “Go on love, come over my dick! Do you like how I feel inside you? It’s me forever, honey!”
“Harry, I’m so close!” I clawed his back as he sat me up in his lap, making me bounce on his dick. I kept kissing his neck, marking him further until I collapsed on his chest. He held my hips and as he came deep inside of me, kissing my forehead again and again.
“I love you so much, you know” He laid me on the bed and cuddled into my chest.
“Love you…” I hummed. “Shower?”
“I’d like to take you in the tub again,” He kissed my lips giggling so, that I couldn’t disapprove.
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You know, as a resident of Alabama, it continues to amaze me how older generations are still so biased in regards to one’s ethnicity. They swear they’re not “racist”, then talk absolute shit about black people.
But they love their football. College football, especially. The true sport of the South.
A sport that is so clearly and undeniably dominated by the talent of none other than black young men.
The teams they are so fiercely loyal and proud of, that they cheer so loudly and vehemently for, are made up of mostly men of a color they firmly believe—whether outright stated or evident in action and other words unknowingly telling more than intended—are lesser than they.
Just an observation I have absolutely enjoyed confirming this football season.
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