submissive harry styles

pretty please?

"Behave." Y/n said sternly in Harry's ear. Everyone got drinks and sat at their respective spots in the same booth they've always gone to. Now while Harry was staying fairly quiet and good, his cock was throbbing almost painfully in his pants. She had teased him over and over again while they were at home but never actually let him come. And as much he was trying to ignore the sensations he was feeling down there, he couldn't help but beg quietly in her ear to let him come.

"I said no, Harry." She whisper-yelled and their friends shifted their attention to them, looking at both of them with their brows knitted in confusion. Y/n noticed the fact that everyone was looking and locked eyes with everyone at the table awkwardly, trying to piece something to say in her head. Harry's face was burning up, a pink blush creeping up onto his cheeks.

"Are you guys alright? Do you both need to take this outside..?" One of them chuckled softly and Harry's cheeks heated up more.

"No its fine. Just a stupid little argument." She lied and shook her head, taking a sip from her cocktail. Her best friend gave her a weird look before all of the conversations started flowing out of everyone's mouths again smoothly. Harry was getting frustrated. Both sexually frustrated and frustrated in general.

"Look Harry, if you keep this up, you won't be coming for a week. Now, do you want that?" She threatened and his eyes widened, immediately shaking his head.

"N-no..." He said meekly, stuttering slightly.

"See, that's what I thought." She chuckled softly and joined into the conversations everyone was having.

He couldn't help but subtly palm himself over his pants, breathing in and out harshly through his nose to not make any sounds. The friction of the fabric against his cock wasn't enough to make him come though. Only she could make him come.

He gave up for a bit and tried to take his mind off of his aching cock, deciding to catch up with his friends while drinking. Their booth was quite loud because of the amount of people in it but they didn't really care. Everyone was getting buzzed, drinking cocktails and beers while eating snacks that were provided.

His mind drifted off a couple times and dived deep into his filthy thoughts, of course making the fact that he couldn't come right now harder.

He blushed a little when she placed her hand on his thigh and gave it a soft squeeze, rubbing it gently. He enjoyed the soft touch and talked to Annalise in front of him, who was ready to propose to her girlfriend. He got a bit nervous though when she started stroking his pant-covered inner thigh gently, running her fingertips along the soft fabric.

His adam's apple bobbed a little, his voice getting a bit shaky. She gently gripped his cock through his pants and his lips parted with a soft gasp. He glanced at her for a second, seeing that mischevious glint in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" Annalise's british accent chimed in and he nodded in reply.

Soon, everyone was heading home. Everyone got in their cars and headed home. Harry and y/n stayed for a little while longer, drinking one last drink each. Her hand has been on his thigh for a while now, sometimes dipping her fingertips into his inner thigh and near his crotch.

"Since you were so good tonight, I'll let you come when we get home."