submissive harry styles

this is called edging

"No! Please, let me come." Harry groaned, trying to blindly find Y/N's hand to get it back on his cock. Harry tried to get get his own hand on his cock, only for it to get swatted away by Y/N.

"No touching yourself." Y/N said, giving him a light spank on his thigh.

"Wanna come so bad. Please?" Harry whimpered softly, looking at Y/N with pleading eyes. His lips were red and bitten, his eyes a bit hazy. His mind was fuzzy, the only thing on his mind being pleasure. He wanted to come so, so bad, but Y/N wouldn't let him. That feeling he would get in the pit of his stomach when he was close was slowly fizzling away because he was left without her touch.

She had edged him a couple times, listening to his whines and pleas to let him come. He looked so pretty. His cheeks were a blotchy pink color and there were a couple tears that were drying on them from frustration and also from how good everything felt.

"Oh fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you." Harry whimpered when she finally started stroking him again. She fondled with his balls gently, a whine leaving his lips from how sensitive he had gotten over time.

"I'm close! Can I come? Please let me come."

"Go ahead, my love."

Harry swore his vision turned white for a second as he finally reached his high. His thighs were shaking ever so slightly and he noticed that he was holding his breath because he was so focused on the immense pleasure he was feeling. Incoherent words and whimpers left his lips, his mind not exactly working properly.

He whimpered loudly when she touched his oversensitive cock, his hips jerking away from her.

"Shh, you're alright." Y/N carded her fingers through his curls, watching him calm down. He opened his eyes and they had a glassy look to them, looking at Y/N lovingly.

"You okay, darling?"

"Mhm. 'M okay."