submissive harry styles

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"Oh, please."

The sounds slipping past Harry's lips where absolutely sinful, so quiet and soft. He was so relaxed and pliant now, doing nothing but squirming a little from Y/N's touch. His chest was rising and falling, groans sometimes rumbling from it. His hands would grip the sheets a little and his muscles would tense, Y/N watching them flex under the mellow light of their lampshade. He was shivering a lot, goosebumps rising from his flushed skin over and over.

"What, do you want me to stop?"

"G..." He gasped out, getting cut off when she gave him a particularly firm squeeze, urging him to answer. "G-God, fuck." He breathed in sharply, his heart starting to beat faster. He let out a half sob-half whimper when she started stroking him faster, his fingers tightening into the sheets. She slowed down when he eventually started shaking his head vigorously, giving her the answer she wanted, tears pricking in his eyes from how sensitive he was.

She took her hand off his cock after that, somehow making him both relieved and frustrated. He melted into the bed, sighing deeply. His mind had been foggy due to how he was close to falling asleep and that definitely jolted him awake, but it still felt like he was in a daze, like his body was slightly see-through and as wispy as a cloud.

Y/N made him come back from where he was lost in his mind due to the soft laugh she let out, and he felt her now hovering over him, the light illuminating the right side of her face. Harry was still panting softly, his lips parted, and Y/N took that as a chance to lean down and kiss them, slipping her tongue into his wet mouth. He sighed into her mouth, bringing his hand up to cradle her jaw softly, while hers ran through his sweaty curls.

He keened when he felt her grind against him gently, the soft fabric of her panties being the only thing keeping them separated. He was fully hard now, precum beading at the tip, and the feeling of Y/N against him sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body. She tested the waters, grinding against him only a little bit while they made out hotly, tasting each other's saliva, until she was eventually pressed up against him fully, starting to get wet from the friction she was getting.

She pulled off after a little while to catch her breath and Harry would be lying if he didn't whine a little in disappointment, but that feeling quickly disappeared when she sat up, tilting her head back while planting her hands onto Harry's hips, right above his laurels, moaning softly. He cursed under his breath from the sight, wincing a little from how overstimulated he was at this point, but tried his best to keep his eyes open to watch her.

"Want you to come, yeah?" She panted out, now looking down at him. She lifted herself up a little, pushing her panties to the side before sitting back down on his cock, spreading all of her sinful arousal on him, her breath stuttering, "And maybe I'll let you in me."

a/n: hi!!! talk to me, baby!