submissive harry styles

wake me up

Harry couldn't help himself.

As soon as he woke up from that sinful dream about Y/N, he looked over to his side, where she was asleep. Her back was turned and facing him, chest rising and falling gently as she breathed in and out. One of her hands was tucked under her pillow and the duvet only went up to her stomach. She looked so peaceful, so soft, and the fact that parts of Harry's dream were still replaying in his head wasn't helping.

A long time ago they talked about all the things they were and weren't okay with in bed. They each made lists, reading them out to each other and giggling along the way. Harry thought about fucking her awake and asked (quite shyly) her if she would be okay with it, also gently telling her that he didn't want her to push herself to something she wouldn't like, because he would've been completely fine with that. But she said she'd be okay with it, kissing him with a smile after answering him and whispering a few dirty things in his ear about it.

So he knew he had her consent to do that, but never did it.

But his need now felt insatiable and he couldn't even handle himself at that point. It was still quite early but the sun was definitely out.

He moved slowly and gently, sliding his hand down between her thighs and pushing her panties to the side since that and a comfortable shirt were the only things she was wearing. He pressed his forehead against the back of her shoulder as he spit into the palm of his hand, wincing a little when he finally got a hand on himself. He stroked himself a few times, shuddering and breathing shakily out of his nose. He looked down under the duvet and saw precum starting to bead at his tip and decided to just do it.

He moved his hips gently, slowly pushing into her and groaning softly against her. He was panting already, moving her thigh gently to move a little easier. He eventually started fucking into her with slow and shallow thrusts, muffling his moans against the fabric of her T-shirt. Ever so often she would let out a soft sound, moving a little, and Harry wished each time that she would wake up already to feel him fucking her through her groggy sleep state.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." He said against her shirt, fucking her with a little more urgency, and she finally started to stir awake.

Of course, she woke up confused, gripping the duvet softly when pleasure immediately registered into her brain. She groaned softly, parting her lips to moan softly.

"G-God, H." She gasped out, "Couldn't even wait for me to wake up? Always so," She got cut off when Harry bit down on her shoulder, causing her to gasp once more, "So needy all the time. All you do is think with that stupid cock of yours."

a/n: woah two posts in one week?!?!?! 😱 anyway might turn this into a oneshot!! let me know your thoughts :)