Dinner // H.S.
I open the oven and take out the chicken before turning it off and attending to the green beans on the stove. I fan myself with a nearby magazine to cool my skin. It’s hot. Too hot. I leave the stove after checking that the knobs are all correctly turned, walking over to the living room to turn the temperature down a few degrees. As I turn to make my way back to the kitchen, I hear the jiggling of keys and the click of the lock. A few seconds later, the door opens to reveal a very exhausted Harry.
“Hey, baby. How was your day?”
He scoffs and drops his messenger bag onto the floor before collapsing into a chair at the dining table.
“Not the best, (y/n).”
I walk over and stand behind him, rubbing his shoulders and neck lightly. He had been in the studio every day for the past two weeks and I’ve been noticing how stressed he is. They’ll be touring before we know it and it’ll only get worse.
“We were supposed to be done today, but I kept screwing up this one verse. We ended up just leaving for the day, so we’ll all have to go back tomorrow and-“ he sighs and rests his face in his palms, “I’m just so out of it.”
“You’ll get it tomorrow and it’ll be done early in the day. We’ll do something to celebrate, I promise.” I remove my hands from his shoulders and walk back into the kitchen to make plates for us both. “But, for now, how about we eat, yeah?”
He forces a grin and stands up to join me in the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer bottle.
“Y/N, you want anything to drink?”
“Erm, yeah, grab me a beer as well.”
He does so and brings them to the table, along with silverware. I fill our plates with chicken, green beans, and salad before joining him at the table. He sits across from me, but he’s not so far since the table is more of a small square. We start to eat in silence and I mostly watch him stare at his plate and I can tell he’s beating himself up over his little mistakes. I already know there’s nothing I can say to comfort him, but I do know something that I can do. He’ll never admit to it, but he absolutely loves being possessive, and I know I shouldn’t like it, but it’s basically the hottest fucking thing he does. He does need a distraction.
“So, work was interesting today.”
I smile wickedly at him and he finally looks at me.
“Oh yeah? What happened?”
I look down and push my green beans around with my fork, still grinning deviously.
“There’s this new guy at the office; he’s quite cheeky. He kept showing up at my cubicle to talk to me and he’s really quite handsome. He even went out and got me Starbucks.”
I glance up and he is staring at me now, his fists balled up on the table. I try to hide my excitement, but I can see the jealousy burning in his eyes.
“Really. And what else?”
I look up innocently and flip my hair over my shoulder. He’s impatiently awaiting my reply.
“He asked me on a date.”
In all honesty, I laughed in Tommy’s face, pointing at the picture of Harry and I on my desk. He was disappointed, but I could really care less. I already have the man of my dreams and I couldn’t ask for anything more. For the sake of my desire to have Harry fuck me on this table, I lie straight to his fuming face.
“I said I’d think about it.”
I pretend to think little of my response, putting one last bite of chicken into my mouth before deciding I’m done. I look up and his face is red, his eyes narrowed and dark. I pick up my plate and carry it nonchalantly to the sink. I rinse it off, and dispose of the few leftover pieces. As soon as the water shuts off, I feel two large, warm hands grasp onto my hips. Harry presses his crotch into my behind and I try to hold back a moan, but the tightness of his pants against my thin yoga pants is too much. I turn to face him and immediately, he roughly pulls my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the counter next to the sink. He doesn’t kiss me, but presses his lips to my neck instead, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking harshly. A bruise appears quickly and he releases my neck, rolling his tongue over it soothingly. His mouth finds its way to my ear next as his hands run over my torso before reaching to my back and unhooking my bra.
“This mark is proof that you’re mine.”
He hisses the last part in my ear making my legs feel like jello. His hips push into me harder than before, holding me up between him and the counter. I don’t respond to him, because I don’t want him to be done yet. If I agree, he might just return to his dinner. Instead, I maintain a straight face so that he creates similar hickies on each of my breasts, the contact causing me to pant uncontrollably. My chest rises and falls under his mouth and I feel myself get incredibly wet. I wrap my arms around him, tugging at the hem of his shirt, but he grabs my wrists, slamming them against the cupboard and pinning them there. The harsh contact with the wood makes me cry out, but I love the feeling.
“I’m going to show you, Y/N. You’re mine. No one else’s.”
He flips me around and pushes my back down so that my chest is flat against the freezing countertop. I feel his warm fingers hook onto my pants and thong, pulling them down and leaving them at my ankles. I try to turn around to look at him, but he presses my cheek onto the cold granite. He removes his hand, but I don’t dare move my body, no matter how curious I am. I see from the corner of my eyes as his shirt falls to the floor. I close my eyes and gulp as I hear the zipper of his jeans and the light noise of the material hitting the floor. One of his hands grips onto my hip as I feel his hard member between my thighs. I instinctively spread my legs shoulder width apart to give him room. I want him so badly and he doesn’t even realize what I’m doing. That’s the point. I want jealousy pumping through his veins the entire time. My eyes are still closed when he pushes himself into my entrance without any warning, making me gasp as he fills me up. My hands smack onto the surface, trying to claw at it. Once inside, Harry instantly pulls back, thrusting back in ten times harder than the first time. My lips part, resting against the counter, moans expelling as he continues to thrust, slowly out and very quickly in. His free hand runs up my back and finally reaches my head. He holds tightly to a tuft of my hair, pulling on it lightly. My head lifts from the cold surface and he bends down to run his lips along my shoulder. The position makes his thrusts hit the perfect spot, making me scream loudly. He pulls my hair again and I arch my back, lifting my chest off of the counter as well. His other hand leaves my hip and holds onto my breast instead, holding my body there.
“Say it, Y/N. Say you’re mine.”
I can’t speak. I can’t do anything but whimper and pant in pleasure. He slams into me, this time his hips slapping against my bottom and he stops there. I long for more friction. I need it.
“I’ll stay right here until you say it.”
He tugs at my hair again and leans down to nibble at my earlobe. His lips are tantalizing me even more.
“I’m yours, Harry! Please, fuck me!”
I can feel his devilish grin against my shoulder as he pulls his body back up to stand up straight as he continues the movement of his hips, making my jaw drop in ecstasy.
“All mine, Y/N!”
I feel my climax approach and moan loudly as his fingers reach around my thigh and rub tight circles around my clit.
“All yours, Harry! All yours! Ohh, god. I’m clossse!”
He gyrates his hips to hit my g-spot each time and the loud, deep groans escaping his throat send me over the edge. My legs shake and tremble when he slows his pace down, coming as he mumbles my name over and over under his breath. As we finish together, he pulls out and when he is no longer holding me up, I let myself fall to the floor. He pulls his pants up and joins me, sitting on the wooden floor and pulling me into his arms comfortingly, kissing my lips passionately. I try to catch my breath between kisses, finally resting my head on his shoulder and chuckling lightly.
“I guess I’ll say no to that date, then.”