SPACES [Editing]

Punishment

Harry Styles

My husband was up early, as usual. He was singing while making breakfast, as usual.

"Babe? Not coming down yet?" He yelled, probably plating the food.

I let out a groan. Why do we have to be complete opposites? He's such a morning person and I can't even get up earlier than 7 am.

Five more minutes. I told myself. I don't want to keep him waiting, he's probably hungry. But God, I love our bed.

"I'm leaving." He said, walking into the room when I realized that I've been sleeping for much more than five minutes.

"Hm?" I said, opening one of my eyes so I could see him. He was just getting dressed, putting his shirt on.

He was wearing yoga pants and one of my Nike sneakers. He knows I like it when he wears those pants.

"I'm heading out. You have plans for today?" He asked, picking up his gym bag.

"Yup. Plans that involve you in those pants. But we can probably take them off..." He lifted the duvet that was covering the lower half of my body and tossed his bag to the side before jumping into bed, straddling me.

He pulled me up so I was sat in front of him.

"Don't pick me up," he said, planting a kiss on my lip.

"I want to." I replied, trying not to sound freaky. I didn't want him to think I was still jealous of Eleanor.

"Come on, I wanna drive for once. And I'm going to be seeing Liam today. Talk to him about Zayn. Please? Please please please..." He said, jumping up and down, oblivious to the fact that his groin was rubbing by morning wood.

I must've done something good in my life to deserve this kind of pleasure early in the morning. I thought to myself.

"Can't you stay for a while, though?" I asked, looking down at my crotch. He laughs as he notices it.

"You might have to wait, Styles." He said, standing up on the side of the bed just so he could bend over and put his palm over my boxers.

"Can't you just spare a bit of your time to give me a blowjob, please? I'm close." I confessed. He doesn't even have to do much, a little contact with him could always send me to the brink.

"Nope." He bended a bit lower so I can see his perfect ass through the mirror. He lowers his head and kisses the bulge that's being restrained in my boxers.

Really, Tomlinson? We're playing this game? Why do you have to be such a tease?

"Come on, you can't do that." I said, hoping he'd stay and help me take care of it.

"Breakfast's on the table!" He shouted after leaving a peck on my cheek and running down with his gym bag.

I went down the stairs to check out what he's cooked for me. There were lots of dishes, it kinda looked like he cooked for more than two people.

I'm guessing he was expecting me to have guests or something, but I don't think I want guests right now. I'm walking around the house with a boner, for fuck's sake.

I can't stop thinking about him in those pants. I don't want anyone else to see him in it, I don't want anyone else having dirty thoughts about him.

Suddenly, a thought hit me.

I went up the stairs and lied down on top of the bed with the paper bag that Liam's given us last night.