submissive harry styles

enthralling

Harry was being insufferable.

Ever since they got in the car and started driving over to the restaurant Niall had so diligently picked out to meet up at, Harry's hand was already on Y/N's thigh, going dangerously close to the space he could slip his fingers into and cause a whole disaster. He would rub up and down gently and squeeze a little whenever he looked over at her while talking, and she didn't mind that, she actually looked down at his hand with a fond feeling warming up her insides. But, of course, that didn't last very long. He would stupidly drive with one hand, eyes on the road, and his hand would move a little higher, then go back down to where it was, and then go back up again to toy with her.

Then, when they finally arrived at the restaurant and Harry had opened the door for her with a stupid bright smile on his face, she had to fight back the urge to pinch him. Her frustration didn't last very long though, and eventually she was resting her head on Harry's shoulder ever so often while laughing along with her friends as they joked around. They did this often, they would all go out and just hang around each other, exactly like how they all used to do in high school.

"Stop it." Y/N muttered under her breath, making Harry's lips tug up at the corners.

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything." He said quite innocently, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek sweetly.

"You're doing this." She said, shoving Harry's hand back onto his own lap instead of on her own.

Harry was about to reply when Niall suddenly called his attention, and he replied normally, but nothing was forgotten.

Harry did that the entire night, just watching the gears turn in Y/N's head with a lazy, dopey smile on his face. Y/N regretted wearing a loose, flowy dress (she absolutely loved the dress, adored it, it was all just Harry's fault). He really did enjoy riling her up just like that, just adding to the flame burning inside of her until she finally gives in and drowns it with water.

And she let him get away with it for two weeks.

She started being sickeningly sweet with him (no more than she already was) despite all his teasing and wandering hands. When he did that she usually would teach him a very, very firm lesson filled with sensuality, pain, and a few tears. That was exactly what Harry had been aiming for ever since they hung out with her friends, but he never got it, and he was a little confused, sure, but that didn't stop him from teasing her more and more because he knew she would eventually reach her breaking point.

Because Harry was insufferable like that.

They teased each other like that a lot, sometimes going on for weeks, months, and it was like that ever since the start. It was like a little game of cat and mouse.

•••

Two weeks.

And that also meant two weeks of no sex, mind you. Harry was close once though, slyly sliding his hand down the shorts Y/N wore to sleep and her panties while she was at the stove cooking breakfast for them both. Y/N nearly broke then, almost letting her head fall back against his shoulder with a soft moan slipping past her mouth and allowing him to touch her, but she only laughed softly and crooned "things could burn, darling."

Another time was when they were still in bed and it was Tuesday, and Y/N was gently palming Harry over his sweatpants. He hadn't worn anything beneath them, so she could've easily slid her hand down them and got him off until he made a mess all over her fist, but all she did was softly touch him over the fabric. Too softly, barely anything, and they were making out the entire time. He was about to ask for more until she suddenly pulled away and got up from bed, heading to the bathroom to get ready for work.

It was an understatement to say Harry was baffled.

But he knew what she was doing, she was giving him payback for the stunt he had pulled, but why was she dragging it out for so long?

"You alright?" Y/N asked once she came out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following her due to the hot shower she just had.

Harry was still in the same spot, frozen, like an idiot.

"Yeah." Harry said, nodding and dryly gulping, "Yeah, 'm fine."

She laughed softly, "Alright then. I'll try to come home early today, yeah?"

"Okay." He smiled.

•••

"You're always gagging for it."

Harry finally got what he wanted.

His face was pressed into the mattress and Y/N kept his head there, and Harry was sure his neck was going to be sore the next day, but he didn't mind whatsoever. A few tears had slipped from his eyes, soaking into the sheets of their bed, along with all the sweat that had built up on his body.

"Is this all you wanted? A good, rough fuck? God, you poor thing. What happened to that tough exterior you had? All you're doing is whining and whimpering and it's a little pathetic, lovely. Is it really this easy to turn you into a mess?" She just kept going, making Harry's brain melt into goop and fucking him stupid. Her fingers were fisted tightly in his hair and the now dull pain of strands of hair pulling at his scalp only made him more dizzy.

"O-oh, christ." He gasped out, his fingers curling into the sheets as he gripped them tightly when she eventually let go of his hair and reached around, finally getting a hand on him. Her strokes were slow, though, unlike her thrusts and it was making Harry's brain fuzzy. Harry moved his head to press his forehead against the bed and his back arched upwards when she rubbed the palm of her hand against his tip. He was gasping for air, desperately trying to get some into his lungs.

"Poor thing." She muttered once more, using her other hand to gently push Harry's back until it was arched again. She stopped moving altogether after that, just watching Harry tremble for a little bit, letting him catch his breath.

Then, Harry's phone started ringing.

It startled them both when it started vibrating against the nightstand. Harry didn't bother to look at who it was, just mumbling softly to Y/N to move, which she did, gently and slowly while reaching over to grab his buzzing phone. She recognized the name flashed on his screen, Jake, one of Harry's coworkers.

She tossed his phone right beside his head, placing her hand on his hip again.

"Answer it."

"What?" Harry breathed, seeing his phone still buzzing.

"Answer it, Harry. Could be important."

"I'll-" He cut himself off with a soft whine, "I'll call him back later."

Y/N pressed the accept button.

Harry's eyes widened and his face immediately flushed even more. Y/N leaned down, pressing her chest to Harry's back.

"Speak."

a/n: god i'm spoiling you guys at this point 🙄 love you all!! thank you for the support :)