submissive harry styles

no one can see

Y/n was sitting on Harry's lap, per his request, while he was getting his nails done. He had been clingy all day and just wanted to stay close to her. It was like he was glued to her but did she mind? No. She was humming Sunflower Vol. 6 while her one hand was mindlessly playing with his soft hair. His head was resting on her shoulder, a fond smile on his face as he listened to her.

She ran her fingers through her hair and Harry couldn't help but shut his eyes for a bit as he felt her soft touch.

"Love you." He said in adoration, kissing her shoulder.

"I love you too." She chuckled softly and kissed his hair.

"No, stay." Harry grumbled and wrapped his arm around her waist once she tried to get up from his lap.

"I'm just gonna get my phone-"

"Stay here."

"Fine."

She then shifted, trying to get more comfortable. She kept doing that because she couldn't quite sit properly and Harry couldn't really move because then it would mess up his nails. Harry was getting flustered... and he didn't know what to do about it.

"Stop doing that." He murmured with a small blush on his cheeks. He had a semi going on in his shorts and thankfully no one would notice but y/n. It was annoying, though. He couldn't make it go away because he couldn't touch himself. They just started with his nails and he wouldn't want to stop for a bit to masturbate, for god's sake.

"Doing what?" She asked curiously and he bit his lip.

"Stop... moving around."

"Why?"

"S'making me hard." He whispered very quietly.

"Oh." She chuckled softly and kissed his head, listening to the gasp he let out when she gently palmed him over his shorts. He glanced at her face and looked down at her hand, feeling himself get more aroused from her touch.

"Y-y/n, baby, please." He pleaded quietly, shifting in his seat.

"Shh, no one's going to see, alright? Can I touch you?" She asked him in his ear, her hot breath fanning over his skin. He gave her a small nod as a reply, his cheeks a blotchy shade of pink. She continued to palm him for a bit, teasing him, as she watched him desperately try to stay quiet.

"You need to stay quiet, okay? Can you do that for me?" She played with the ends of his hair, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Mhm, yeah, I can." He nodded again and she smiled, very gently pulling down his shorts to reveal his boxers. There was a small wet patch of precum that had leaked from his tip, he saw once he looked down at himself. She bit her lip softly and pulled the waistband of his boxers low enough to touch his leaky tip, feeling him jump a little while letting out a shaky breath from the sudden touch.

He bit his lip hard in attempt of trying to stay quiet. It was hard. Her fingertips were touching his tip and running over his cock over his boxers. His front teeth were digging into his bottom lip so hard that there may have been blood.

"You're so hard... Need me to take care of you?"

"Please."

"So desperate already. It's okay, though. I'll take care of you." She kissed his ear and pulled his boxers down a little more. She used his precum as lubricant and slowly wrapped her hand around his cock, a wet gasp leaving his lips. He glanced down at what she was doing to him and his face flushed even more, his one hand gripping her side a little bit.

"Such a good boy. Not making any noise at all." She praised him and more precum beaded at his tip. She swiped her thumb over his tip and he couldn't help but whimper quietly because he was sensitive. She kept running her hand over his cock, showering him with praises and affection as she did.

Eventually he had to put his other hand down to get his other nails painted so he couldn't grip anything anymore. He clenched his jaw, feeling like he was going to explode any second now.

His head was getting fuzzy and so was the rest of him. Her soft hand felt so nice around him and her sweet voice going through his ear was only adding to the pleasure he was feeling. Her praises were so loving and he felt himself getting lost in the pleasure, even though he's not supposed to be.

"Fuck." She cursed under his breath and he whimpered softly, his eyes widening while looking around to check if anyone heard, which luckily no one did.

"Baby..." He sighed dreamily and she smiled a little.

"Feel good, hm?"

"Yes, yes."

"How good?"

"So good. Feels so nice."

She chuckled softly and gave his cock a gentle squeezing, causing him to let out an unexpected gasp. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, feeling himself getting close. He was feeling hot. Feeling hot everywhere. Like small sparks of pleasure was hitting his body over and over again.

He was getting closer and closer to the edge as time passed on. Quiet gasps and whimpers tumbled out of his mouth because he couldn't help it. It felt too good. No one heard or saw what they were doing, which they were incredibly thankful for. Although the risk of actually getting caught was so enticing to them right now. Other people seeing his girlfriend pleasure him in public because she simply just wanted to.

She wanted to challenge him, really. She wanted to see how good he would be. Which he was, he was being incredibly good. He was barely making any noise or moving. So she kept calling him a good boy for that, which caused Harry's cheeks to get even more pink every time.

"No, no please." He pleaded when she pulled her hand away. He winced as she tucked him back into his boxers, his breathing a little heavier than it was before. He blinked at her confusedly and she laughed a little from how flushed he was.

"Sorry, H. I'll make you come later, I promise. You just have to take a couple pictures for this photoshoot first."