in which...

...harry doesn't like bratty girls and y/n can be quite the beggar

In which Harry doesn't like bratty girls and Y/N can be quite the beggar  

Y/N really needed to learn when to shut her mouth sometimes.

She knew from the moment she left home earlier in the evening that things were most likely not going to end well for her. It's a risk she was willing to take at the time though. She knew acting the way that she did was unacceptable in Harry's eyes, he didn't like it when she didn't play by the rules because it would eventually lead to punishment and he didn't want to have to punish her; pleasuring her was his favorite thing to do after all.

But acting bratty was Y/N's favorite thing, loved pushing Harry's buttons especially when he'd been a lot more gentle lately, just wanted to give him a slight nudge from the back so he would know it's okay to rough her up sometimes. After all, every lady needs to be manhandled from time to time.

She always played it innocent, with feather like touches on his thighs and fingers tracing lightly over his knuckles, twisting the cold rings she would have just loved to feel on her warm skin. He never caught onto it at first, figured she just really wanted to love on him, which is understandable because he always wants to love her up as well. Cute as a button the little thing, he couldn't really help himself around her and it's lovely knowing the feeling is mutual. But every time he would intertwine their fingers she would just slip them out and go back to stroking the skin between the rip of his jeans and trailing further up each passing minute.

She knew that slipping her hand in his back pocket and giving his bum a pinch was something that would startle him; and maybe pressing her palm down onto his crotch under the table was for sure something he would not appreciate, but she didn't know it would get him so riled up.

He asked nicely at first, just wanted to put her in place quick and easy and not have to deal with her stubbornness throughout the rest of the dinner, but she wasn't having it; wanted him to be desperate for her and push her roughly into the car by the end of the night so he could just get her home and show her some proper disciplining.

The second time he asked his tone wasn't all that playful anymore. Instead of calling her the usual cute pet names he had for her such as "puppy" or "button" he just said a very stern, yet oddly calm "Y/N" which only made the spark in her eyes grow because she knew it was working.

She's never really been a big fan of wedding rehearsals, thought they were pointless and fairly boring, so she just busied herself with this- testing Harry's patience- which started wearing thin pretty quickly. He tried to focus on the speeches people were giving throughout the night, from the bride's parents and cousins to the groom's (his best mate) and the ones of his close ones as well, but his palms were itching and his jaw was clenched tight in frustration; he just couldn't focus and no one else but his lovely girlfriend was to blame.

Sweet and quiet Y/N that loved to cuddle under three layers of blankets and stay in bed from sunrise 'till dusk; gentle and caring Y/N that helped do his ties every morning before work and packed his lunch with bright yellow sticky smiley faces on the sides of the paper bag; his pretty, doll-like Y/N that kissed his lips until they were swollen and she couldn't breathe anymore and loved to have her hair played with at night before bed; cute and whiny Y/N that wanted to have her perky bottom spanked with his heavy rings on and her throat squeezed until she felt lightheaded.

She's usually one to behave, but tonight she was just asking for it and he wasn't happy about it. She touched on him all throughout the rehearsal dinner, he had to dig his fingertips into her thigh until she squealed, to get her to focus back on eating her food, because he didn't like it when she skipped dinner. She breathed quietly in his ear, sighing dreamily every few seconds, the tips of her fingers dancing over his leg, kissing his cheek a lot more often than she usually would and playfully placing some lingering ones behind his ear as well.