submissive harry styles

i love your boobs

Harry's a boob kinda guy.

He especially liked Y/N's boobs. They were perfect.

Like right now, they were perfect to lay his head on while he slept peacefully. His head was resting perfectly on her boobs while she scrolled on her phone quietly, mindlessly stroking his soft curls. His lips were parted to breathe, sleeping without a dream as he laid close to Y/N. This was Harry's favorite way of falling asleep, lying close to her, relaxing from her hand running through his hair, and his head on her boobs.

Y/N didn't mind all that much. In fact, she found it sort of endearing. Plus, she liked looking down ever so often to admire Harry as he slept, sometimes brushing the tips of her fingers along his delicate features. Most of the time, after coming home from a long day, he'd fall down onto the bed next to her, before scooting closer to lie on top of her.

"I can't really breathe, you're crushing me."

"Oh, sorry," He murmured before moving barely an inch off of her, "Is that better?"

"Not really."

"Okay." He said softly, staying in that same position on top of her body, making her laugh.

Harry liked holding Y/N's boobs as well.

During sex, he'd grope them with his hands greedily, squeezing softly and pinching her nipples. He liked having them in his hands, he wasn't sure why, but he did. He guessed it was just the feeling of them in his hands which was why he liked it. He wouldn't just hold them during sex either, he'd hold them whenever she was either washing the dishes, cooking, watching the TV, and when she was literally just standing somewhere near him (but of course not in public).

"Jesus Christ, you scared me." Y/N laughed softly and put the glass that was half-filled with water down on the kitchen counter, looking over her shoulder to look at Harry who was standing behind her. He had suddenly come up to her without her hearing him and placed his hands on her sides, before they eventually traveled under her shirt and all the way up to her boobs.

"What are you doing?" Y/N furrowed her brows a bit as she looked down at her chest, bringing her own hands up to place them on Harry's above her shirt.

"I missed them."

"What? My boobs?"

"Mhm." He hummed, nuzzling the side of her neck with his nose.

"We've been at home all day."

"And I haven't held them today yet, so..."

"Right, please get your hands out of my shirt, I'm not planning on standing here all day."

Harry pouted softly, "Why not?"

He also really liked kissing her boobs too.

Also during sex, he loved to bring his head down to her chest to kiss at the soft flesh of her tits. He nibbled ever so often and would kiss over her nipples before taking one into his mouth, running his tongue over it. He'd smile a bit whenever she let out a soft whimper when he grazed his teeth against her nipple gently, amused from how her body reacted to the sensation.

Or sometimes whenever he was laying his head on her chest, he'd lean in to kiss the exposed flesh a bit. She would giggle from the feeling of his lips brushing against her skin, which made Harry smile.

Sometimes, he'd push his head up her shirt to kiss her tits. He would be holding her close, kissing the soft flesh and moaning softly against her.

"Ah! H, you could've at least warned me!" Y/N said in surprise when Harry suddenly went up her shirt, peeking through her collar, only to see Harry's curls.

"'M sorry." Harry mumbled, focused on keeping his lips pressed up against her skin.

"God, you're insufferable."

"You don't mean that."

"You're right, I don't."

a/n: yes i know two boobie oneshots in a row but anyway sorry if it's too short! feedback is always appreciated :) bye love you kiss kiss