submissive harry styles

good morning

"You're doing so good for me."

Harry's cheeks grew warm at the praise, feeling all hot outside and fuzzy inside. It was like his insides were all twisted and he didn't care whatsoever, letting Y/N twist them over and over because it felt like heaven. His mind was filled with thoughts of her, nothing else, nothing more. He wouldn't be surprised if all those thoughts were spilling from his ears because it was like his mind was overflowing with them, but he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He didn't want her to leave his mind ever.

"I'm good?"

"So good, darling."

Harry hummed softly at the reassurance, letting his eyes fall shut until darkness took over his sight. His hands were on her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh that was there, his grip loosening ever so often before tightening once more. He tilted his head back, pushing it against the pillow beneath it, exposing his sweaty neck and giving her a chance to press her lips to the skin that resided there.

She did just that, even darting her tongue out to taste the sweat building up on his skin. Her lips elicited soft moans and whimpers from him, his noises travelling to her ears and making them sound like a beautiful melody. His noises were so sinful yet so pretty at the same time, she adored it.

"You're always so good for me, darling. I love you so much, you know that?"

His breath hitched.

"I love you too." His voice was soft and airy—like a cloud. He sank his front teeth into his lower lip, whimpering softly from the pleasure overcoming his body.

"You're so fucking perfect, so lovely. Can't believe you're all mine."

Harry's eyes slowly fluttered open like the wings of a butterfly, hands coming up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. A soft groan left his throat as he moved to lie on his back, mouth opening wide as he let out a loud yawn. His hair was all messy, looking truly like a mop on top of his head, and his body was still getting used to the feeling of actually being awake once more.

Then, arousal ran through his body, yet another soft groan slipping past his lips. He lifted the duvet up a bit to be able to look down at himself, a feeling of hotness washing over his body when he realized he had gotten hard while he was asleep, having that dream he now wished he hadn't woken up just yet. He gulped dryly and let his head fall back down, sighing softly, before glancing at Y/N who was still asleep.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and checked the time, seeing that it was 11 in the morning. It showed that it was Saturday under the time, the perfect day to relax and let out all of the tension bottled up inside of him. Both him and Y/N didn't have any plans for today, thankfully, which meant they could spend all day either at home or out—he didn't really care, he just wanted to spend every hour of the day with her.

But that didn't pull his attention away from the fact that he was hard right now and wanted to touch himself so badly.

So then he did. He put his hand around his cock after spitting into his palm for lube, before starting to stroke gently, starting off slow and gentle. He let out a soft moan when he finally got to touch himself, his eyes closing again while his body started to relax. He tried to remember as much from his dream, but things only played in fragments, rather than smoothly like a movie.

"Fuck." Was what he said under his breath as he pictured the things Y/N was doing to him in said dream, starting to get a bit more urgent and eager.

But then the more he touched himself, the louder his sounds got. He couldn't help himself, really, unable to hold back. He was getting lost in his thoughts, wandering around in his imagination. Profanities, whimpers, moans, gasps, groans, they were all spilling from his lips carelessly. His movements were also quicker now, starting to get needy.

"Harry?"

Y/N's own voice snapped him out of his thoughts, eyes opening swiftly and head turning to look at her. She was now sat up a bit, clearly still sleepy as she looked at him. Her eyes looked droopy from sleepiness, the sun that was peeking from the curtains casting behind her, as if she was glowing.

"Y-yeah?"

A soft chuckle left her lips as she rubbed her eyes, yawning. She looked down at him and saw now a bit more clearly that his face was flushed and looked hot to the touch, a clear sign that he had been touching himself while she was asleep. She took the duvet off of him gently, tilting her head to the side a bit when she saw his hand still wrapped around his cock, his tip leaking precum steadily from how needy he really had gotten.

"Woke me up, you know. You're so loud, you know that? Woke up to the sound of you moaning my name... Can't believe you're so needy already."

"I-I couldn't help myself. I dreamed that you were-"

"Hm? You were dreaming of me? What was I doing in your dream?"

He gulped.

"You were riding me. C-calling me your good boy and everything, you looked so pretty, so then I woke up hard. Couldn't help it."

"I can help you, if you want. We can even do what we did in your dream, darling."

a/n: this one was a bit short, but i hope it was still good!! feedback is always appreciated :) love you kiss kiss