submissive harry styles

use me

Harry let out a soft hum as Y/N stroked him slowly, pushing his head back against the pillows a little when she tightened her hand around him. It felt like he was swimming, like he was melting into the mattress, and he was just letting it happen. His body was so, so soft and pliant and lovely, only tensing ever so often whenever she ran her fingers along his skin. It felt like he was in a dream and he opened his eyes slowly, blinking away the blurriness, looking up at her with such a dreamy look in his eyes.

"You okay? You're doing so good for me, baby." She said softly, thumbing at his tip gently which made him whimper.

A smile pulled at the corners of his lips, heat rising to his cheeks and making them appear a light pink color, the praise going straight to his ears and making him feel even floatier than before. His peak was starting to get to him, soft gasps and moans continuing to slip past his wet, pink lips.

"Can- can I come?" He asked her, his voice sounding a bit broken by the end of his question. His eyes were closed again and his cheeks felt a little bit hotter now, but she could barely see the pink dusting over them because of the warm glow of the lampshade casting over the side of his face. His hands were on her thighs as she sat on top of his own, fingers starting to dig into the soft skin.

"Yeah, go ahead, angel." She murmured softly and he let out a wet gasp, stilling for a second while she stroked him through his orgasm. He made a mess of himself on his stomach, making pleased little sounds the entire time. He opened his eyes once more after a little while, smiling dopily up at her and it made her chuckle softly.

She already knew he was going to ask if he could make her feel good but she was a bit tired now, leaning down to press kisses while murmuring something along the lines of him worrying about her tomorrow morning instead before he could utter even a single word, instead melting against her like a puddle of ice cream while taking in her sweet kisses.

"Gonna clean you up, wait here." She pressed a kiss to the very tip of his nose before heading over to the bathroom to grab a damp rag. He watched her, watching her every movement since she left the door open, and he couldn't help but smile again when she came back to him. The rag was a bit cold when she pressed it to his stomach, but he didn't make a fuss, quietly watching as she wiped away the mess on his skin.

"Hungry? Thirsty?"

"Water, please?"

She only smiled at him softly before patting his thigh a few times whilst getting up, adjusting her shorts a bit while she left the room. She went into the kitchen and filled a cold glass of water, secretly taking a small sip for herself, before going back to their bedroom. When she entered, he was sitting up against the headboard, rubbing his left eye with his knuckle. She placed it down onto the nightstand and got into bed beside him, though lying down instead of sitting.

He took a few gulps of the water while she only watched before lying down beside her, lying on his side so he could see her.

"I wanna... try something. Something new." He spoke up and she hummed, encouraging him to elaborate.

He was a bit hesitant, but he went on.

"Like, I want you to use me. You tell me what to do, you do whatever you want to me, if that makes sense. And, uh, you can be meaner, I guess? I don't know, we don't even have to do this if you don't want to." He said, cheeks growing warm and getting more and more flustered the more he spoke.

"No... no, I wanna try that. If you want it, I'm willing to try. You wanna try tomorrow?" She smiled softly and he did the same, nodding shyly. She leaned in and pressed a quick peck to his lips, squealing when he suddenly put his arm around her and pulled her close. He received more kisses, which was exactly what he was aiming for, smiling like an idiot the entire time.