submissive harry styles

strange bliss

"Fuck, that looks so fucking crazy." Harry laughed breathlessly as he looked down at himself, feeling embarrassment crawling up the back of his neck, causing heat to flow all over his body even stronger. He was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, one of his hands on his thighs with his nails digging into his skin a little, the blush on his cheeks seen all the way down to his chest. He was already a little worked up, thanks to all the teasing they had initially started with to get Harry more relaxed, his pretty little head swirling with all sorts of things.

"You okay?" Y/N smiled, sitting back against her calves beside Harry. She was wearing one of Harry's shirts that she managed to snag out of his closet without him noticing and just a pair of panties, one of her hands drawing patterns against his soft thigh mindlessly.

"Yeah—yeah, just," He gulped, "jus' give me a sec." He said breathily and let his head fall back while he closed his eyes, a sudden, shocked gasp being ripped out from his throat when he felt the rod get pushed down just a centimeter further, feeling like sparks of electricity were striking against his skin all over.

"What?" She asked nonchalantly when he opened his eyes again to look at her, her hands tucked in between her thighs to make it appear like she didn't do anything.

"You're trying to k-ill me." He choked on his words when she wrapped her hand around his base gently, her thumb rubbing up and down softly, causing his muscles to tense and he instinctively tried to close his legs, tried to bring his knees up to his chest, but Y/N stopped him gently, letting him get used to this intensely strange feeling.

"I was just trying something." She murmured, smiling. "Wanted to see how you'd react."

"Well, are you happy now?"

a/n: rod all up in the cock?!??!?