submissive harry styles

your smile is so infectious

"Can you remind me to buy grapes when we get groceries?" Y/N asked Harry before popping a grape into her mouth, humming a little tune as she got in bed beside Harry. He was still lying down, tired but in the best way possible, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as he tried to stay awake. The duvet was pulled up over half of his body, his skin still a little tacky with sweat and his hair still a bit too frizzy and messy, his jaw just a little sore.

"Mhm." Harry replied and sat up, leaning back against the headboard. Y/N was handing Harry a grape, looking over at him as she waited for him to take it from between her fingers. But instead, he grasped her wrist and brought her hand up to his mouth, making her huff out a laugh through her nose as she watched him eat it from her hand. He gave her a tight-lipped smile while chewing, eyes crinkling at the corners with dimples in his cheeks.

"'S easier that way." He shrugged and he could see her smiling as she bit into a strawberry, eating half of it and raising her hand up to his mouth to feed him the rest of it.

He gave her a fond, slightly teasing smile, making her furrow her brows as he ate the rest of the strawberry, leaving the leaf.

"What was that for?"

"What was what for?"

"That smile. I know that smile."

"Well, it's just, you know. Maybe you do like feeding me."

"Right." She laughed, rolling her eyes. Every single time they did this she would always say that she hates having to put food in his mouth like a goddamn child, despite continuing to still bring food up to his mouth while they chatted about random things in bed after sex, sharing random thoughts while eating little snacks.

"Just eat." She shook her head, pushing a grape into his mouth forcefully.

"You love me."

"Never said I didn't."

a/n: h and y/n during aftercare :-)