submissive harry styles

forgive me, father, for i have sinned

Angels are so sweet.

So soft and smooth, so innocent and pure. Their lips practically taste like sugar and feeling your skin against theirs can make you elated. They're so fun to ruin, so fun to share your sin with. Knowing your sin is bleeding into their blood is so satisfactory. The way they moan and whine so sinfully is so utterly delicious, and even the way they look makes you hungry. Seeing their precious wings tucked underneath them and the dark bruises on their hips is enough to make your toes curl.

"Can I? Please?" Harry looked up at the other angel he and Y/N had with them, looking utterly fucked out as he looked into the angel's bright eyes. Alexander looked down at Harry, uncertainty in his eyes, and he instead looked over at Y/N. She looked back at him and her lips tugged up at the corners, finding how he looked to her, someone who he was supposed to avoid and not let himself get lost in, somewhat amusing.

"Do you want his mouth on you, hm? It's all your choice, lovely. He'll make you feel good, considering how filthy his mouth is." Y/N said amidst Harry's loud whines and moans, which only grew louder because she was talking as if he wasn't even there, despite her fucking her fingers into him repeatedly, her other hand gripping one of his hips tightly, tight enough to form bruises he would see afterwards. Harry's head was now buried in Alexander's thigh, his mouth feeling so, so empty.

"Y-yeah, I'd like that." Y/N could see Alexander visibly relax, looking down at Harry, only to see him already looking up at Alexander. He nodded at Harry and he was so eager, spreading Alexander's thighs a little further and using his skillful tongue to lick at him. Alexander's hand immediately found its way to Harry's soft curls, letting out a soft moan.

Harry was so satisfied. It felt like he was in a dream, all hazy and unsure if everything was real or not. The feeling of Alexander's fingers gripping and pulling at his hair, Y/N's nails digging into his soft hips, the pleased sounds Alexander kept letting out, Y/N's filthy, filthy words—it was driving him crazy. So insane. 

a/n: fuck i mean yeah forgive me father