#a deep dive

Y/N’s voice was addicting, really. To Harry, it was. She had such a voice that was so syrupy and silky smooth, enough to make him melt into a little puddle beneath her feet. Her voice was like a melody, truly. Harry loved it to say the least. Was that weird? Surely it wasn’t. Her voice was like a coo. It was so soft and gentle whenever she spoke to him, and it never failed to make his cheeks go a little pink. He simply couldn’t help it. She also called him endearing little nicknames, simply just because she wanted to. She was like that, she was always sweet to people, no matter what.

She was making him go mad.

Harry and Y/N weren’t best friends, per say, he had a couple friends he knew more than her. But they were friends nonetheless. They hung out because they felt comfortable with each other. They liked having fun together. 

The movie was close to finishing before Y/N laid her head on Harry’s shoulder. She ate the last bits of popcorn, happy with how the movie ended as the credits started playing on the screen. 

“That was good.” Y/N got up, taking the empty bowl to the kitchen sink to wash later, “Should let you choose the movie more. Everytime I choose, you complain.” She laughed before sitting back down next to Harry.

“I don’t.” Harry murmured.

“You okay? Something bothering you?” Y/N asked Harry, her eyes softening as she looked at him, “Did you not like the movie?” She joked, pulling the blanket further up her body.

Harry had accidentally slipped into a floaty headspace because of Y/N. The one that made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Harry couldn’t help it. Her tone was so… caring, and he liked that. Things like that made him slip deeper under. Harry’s cheeks had gone pink, unsure of what to say to her. 

“I’m in subspace, I think.” Was that what he was supposed to tell her? He wasn’t even sure if he actually was.

Y/N liked how shy Harry was. She didn’t really know why, she just liked it.

Y/N had dabbled in a bit of that BDSM stuff. Of course she was educated and knew everything she needed to know about BDSM. She had realized she had liked being the dominant in that Dominant/Submissive thing, or whatever it was called. She had tried it with a couple people, and had even made a few of them go into subspace! Her first time coaxing someone out of subspace of course wasn’t perfect, but she liked to think that she did a good job. She made the person feel cared for.

“Feeling a bit fuzzy, ‘dunno.” Harry said, dusting off the non-existent dust on his pants.

Fuzzy? What did that mean?

“Fuzzy? Can I get you anything? Water?” She asked him, sitting up.

“No, no.” Harry replied, shaking his head.

Unless… Unless fuzzy meant… He was in subspace?

“Oh, love. Are you feeling a bit fuzzy? Bit floaty?” She asked him softly, hoping she wasn’t overstepping. 

He gave her an unsure look. 

“Sorry, if I crossed any boundaries. Sorry, I can just-”

“No, no, it’s okay. And… yeah. I feel a bit floaty.” His voice got quieter towards the end of his sentence, his nails picking at the fabric of his pants. 

“Are you in subspace?” Y/N had to make sure that he was.

“Think so.”

Of course Harry was nervous to tell her that. How would she react? How would she react to the fact that he had slipped into subspace because of her? He was actually kind of glad that she asked him that, though, because he didn’t know how else to bring that up. Harry was usually very shy (even more shy than he already was) while he was in his subspace. He was nervous to tell people what he wanted or needed whenever he was feeling floaty, which was something he needed to work on.

“Do you need anything?” Y/N asked him, gently placing her hand on Harry’s thigh. Harry’s cheeks burned even more at the simple touch, looking directly at her eyes.

“Have to tell me, love.”

Harry was nervous. But he was okay with this, of course. He liked it when someone helped coax him out of his subspace, unlike some people that he had been with before. He glanced down at her hand that was on his thigh, resisting a frown when she took her hand away.

“Want you to make me feel good.” He murmured softly, his heart beating faster than it was before in his chest.

“Do you want me to do that, H?”

“Yes, please.”

•••

“Can I take this off?” Y/N looked up at Harry from where she was on her knees on the floor. Harry nodded, unbuttoning his pants with fumbling fingers. He lifted his bum up a little to pull his pants off of his thighs, pulling his boxers along with his pants as well. He looked at Y/N, bringing his one hand up to feel how warm his cheek had gotten. 

“Can I touch you?”

“Please.”

Harry let out a soft gasp when Y/N wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulped. He watched her every move, taking his lower lip between his teeth, biting back a moan when she dribbled spit onto his tip. He clenched his hands into fists, unsure of what else to do with them. He let out a soft whimper when she dragged her tongue across his sensitive tip, his stomach starting to swirl from the arousal bubbling in him.

Y/N used her spit as lube, slowly starting to stroke him. She wrapped her pretty lips around his tip, listening to him hiss, before looking up at him to watch his facial expressions. She slowly started bobbing her head up and down, stroking whatever couldn’t fit in her mouth with her hand. She let her eyes close, feeling the weight of his cock on her tongue. She pulled off of him, making him whimper, and placed small strokes of her tongue on his tip. She tasted his precum on her tongue, humming softly from the taste.

“Fuck.” Harry whispered under his breath, lolling his head back.

“You’re so… big.” Y/N murmured softly, practically in awe of the filthy sight in front of her.

“Please.” Harry whispered, wanting her mouth back on him.

“Shh, I’ll give you what you want.” A soft chuckle left Y/N’s lips as she replied, rubbing Harry’s bare thigh soothingly.

Y/N pushed Harry’s tip between her plushy lips, suckling softly. She used her tongue to pleasure him, listening to the soft and quiet moans and whimpers he would let out from what he was feeling. She sometimes took him deep enough where his tip would hit the back of her throat, which made him groan and thrust his hips up into her mouth a little every time. There were tears gathering in Y/N’s eyes from when she would choke and gag around him, threatening to fall down her cheeks. She eventually pulled off for a second to breathe, then sticking her tongue out to lick up the underside of his cock. 

Harry was a mess already, honestly. He was crumbling into pieces right in front of Y/N’s two eyes. Her mouth was so wet and warm and she took him so well. He had also gotten louder as the time passed, soft and pretty moans tumbling from his cherry lips. His hand eventually made its way to Y/N’s hair, gripping and tugging gently.

“Gonna-” Harry cut himself off with a wet gasp, “G’na come.” He warned her, his chest rising and falling with every soft pant that left his lips. He let out strings of moans and whimpers, sounds which were so pleasing to the ears. His cheeks were unbelievably hot, a pretty shade of pink painted over his skin. He was almost embarrassed by how quickly his high had come to him, but was too caught up in how good she was making him feel. 

Y/N gently squeezed the base of Harry’s cock, making him whimper loudly. She pulled off of him again, stroking him quickly to get him even closer to an orgasm. She watched as precum dribbled from his slit, biting her lip softly as she looked up at him, waiting. 

“Can I? Can I come?” Harry panted out, spreading his legs a little wider for her. 

“Go ahead.” Y/N took him into her mouth again, a deep moan rumbling deep from within his chest. 

“Fuck! Fuck, Y/N.” Harry whined softly, his hips stuttering as he thrusted up into her mouth while his orgasm washed over him in waves. His head was tilted back, endless moans that were oh so filthy spilling from his lips carelessly. His hand was fisted in her hair, gripping it softly. He was shuddering, goosebumps rising all over his skin. The pleasure came in and started down to the tips of his toes all the way up to that head of his, his mind filling with endless thoughts of how good he was feeling, how it felt like paradise and pure euphoria, filthy thoughts about Y/N because he simply couldn’t help himself, and incoherent sentences that his mind couldn’t piece together.

Harry was truly in pieces now, but Y/N was there to put him back together.

Y/N hummed around him before pulling off to swallow whatever was in her mouth, darting her tongue out to lick over what else was on her lips. She was still stroking him slowly, watching his stomach clench from sensitivity. She dragged her tongue over his tip, licking up the last few drops of cum, milking him for all he was worth. Harry of course jumped from the pleasurable pain of her tongue on him once again, whimpering softly which made Y/N’s lips tug up at the corners a little.

“Sensitive, no more.” Harry bit his lower lip and Y/N nodded, pulling away. 

“You were so good for me, hm? So good.” Y/N praised, standing up to kiss his still pink cheek, which had actually gone a bit more pink from the praise she gave him.

“I was good?” 

“So good.”

Harry couldn’t resist the smile that came up onto his face, still feeling quite floaty. 

“Should get you cleaned up, yeah?” Y/N brushed his sweaty curls away from his forehead, watching him nod. His eyes were still glassy, his black pupils taking over almost all of the green in them. His face flushed in embarrassment when he realized he was still half-naked, fumbling to tuck himself back into his boxers before pulling his pants back up. Y/N watched him, chuckling softly as she fetched a soft towel and a glass of water for him, along with a bit of food she had in her fridge that she warmed up.

Harry let her take care of him, actually quite enjoying it. He liked how soft and gentle she always was. She was so sweet, his mind swirling with thoughts of how good she was to him.

“Need anything?” Y/N chuckled softly, running her fingers through Harry’s soft hair. He wanted to cuddle with her, his mind slowly slipping back to that normal headspace as she coaxed him out of the one that made him feel fuzzy. They were still on the couch, some reruns of a TV show playing on the TV quietly.

“No.” Harry replied softly, snuggling closer to her.

What a night.

author’s note - hi! this is the first chapter of a deep dive. if you didn’t know already, i’ve already posted this before!! i’m only reposting it because i want to continue this series. there will be ten parts (hopefully) to this entire series. the main characters will be harry styles and y/n (fem!reader)! i’m very happy to be continuing this series!! i’ll be trying to get a new chapter out every single saturday! :)

This is the fourth time they have had sex since the night Harry slipped into subspace and Y/N coaxed him out of it. It’s not like they minded, no, not at all. Harry and Y/N enjoyed this thoroughly, they’d be lying if they said they weren’t. Y/N was riding Harry on her bed, profanities being tossed around carelessly. Their soft moans bounced off of the walls of Y/N’s bedroom, sounds of skin slapping repeatedly also echoing slightly. The air surrounding them had gone warm, their soft pants and sweaty bodies only adding to it as the time passed. 

“Fuck.” Y/N groaned softly, bouncing up and down Harry’s cock. She opened her eyes to look at him, her eyes skimming over his sweaty and toned body. She moved her hand from his shoulder to his neck, delicately wrapping her hand around his throat. Harry’s eyes widened, letting out an incredibly loud moan when she did that. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh softly, gently squeezing the sides of his neck. That sent an almost euphoric rush to his head, his eyes fluttering closed as he took in all of the pleasure he was experiencing.

“You like that, hm? You like being choked?” Y/N teased, leaning in to speak right beside his ear.

“Mhm. I like it.” Harry replied breathily, gently squeezing the soft flesh on Y/N’s hip.

“So filthy.” Y/N smiled, looking down at where they connected. She kept her hand around his throat, the most sinful of things leaving her mouth. They went straight to Harry’s head, nearly driving him crazy because she was so filthy too, so fucking dirty. She had been teasing him for so long, making him needy and desperate for her. 

“Ah!” Y/N squeaked when Harry started fucking up into her, her hand coming off of his throat to grip his bicep. She closed her eyes, her breasts bouncing with every thrust he gave her. She was so close to coming, so close she could taste it right on the tip of her tongue. She was getting louder, whining softly from how fast and deep he was going into her. Surely Y/N had broken the skin on Harry’s arm from how hard she was gripping it, her stomach swirling with pure arousal.

“Don’t come. Only I come.” Y/N managed to pant out, making Harry whine.

“Don’t complain now, love.” Y/N chuckled breathily.

“Please, ‘m so close. Wanna come with you.” Harry begged and Y/N only hummed, stopping his movements so that she was the one moving, so that she was the one in control. They both let out soft moans at that, and Harry continued begging Y/N to let him come. Of course, he could come anytime, but Y/N told him not to, and he liked listening to her. He quite liked pleasing her, he was practically thriving off of it during that moment.

“Fuck. I’m gonna c-come.” Y/N breathed, wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck. She let out a small cry as she came around Harry’s cock, her movements slowing down as she rode out her high. Drops of sweat rolled down her warm skin, making her look even more alluring than she was already. She was so loud, so loud that surely the neighbors could hear her pretty moans and whines. 

Meanwhile, Harry was trying his hardest not to come, whimpering softly as Y/N’s cunt squeezed around him. His hands had a tight grip on her hips, his stomach tensing from how close he was. He was so, so close, but he wanted to please Y/N by not coming like she had told him. 

Eventually Y/N regained her senses, lifting herself off of his cock with a soft hiss. She chuckled softly at the sight of him flustered and so desperate. She looked down at his cock, pouting softly at how hard it still was. She brought her hand up, gently touching his slit, which made him jump with a shaky gasp leaving his lips. She took her hand away, traveling up to reach his chest. She let the pad of her thumb gently brush his nipples, watching him shudder from the feathery touch. 

“Do you want to come?”

“So bad.”

•••

“I’ll let you come if you make me come again, yeah?”

“Mhm, gonna make you feel so good.” Harry smiled up at Y/N and she chuckled softly, running her fingers through his soft curls.

“Go ahead then.”

Harry leaned in, letting his lips brush her core. He smiled a little when he heard her gasp softly from above him, sticking his tongue out a little to let it run along her slit. He collected her wetness on his tongue, humming softly from her sweet taste. His eyes fluttered closed, wrapping his arms around her thighs to pull her closer to his mouth. He was slow with her, his tongue teasing her most intimate parts. His nails were digging into the soft flesh of her thighs a bit, leaving behind crescent moon-shaped marks on her skin.

“So good.” Harry pulled off of her for a second, pressing soft kisses to Y/N’s sensitive inner thighs.

Y/N really liked this. She liked how she held some kind of power or dominance over Harry and he obeyed and listened to her every single time. She had always been dominant in bed, of course, but it was different with Harry. She wasn’t exactly sure how to describe it but she knew she loved it already. She loved how she made Harry feel. She loved how truly pleasured he always sounded and looked when she touched him filthily. 

“I promise I will.” Y/N chuckled softly at Harry’s reply, a soft moan soon slipping past her lips when his mouth was on her center once again. Her grip tightened in his hair, her front teeth sinking into her lower lip as an attempt of muffling her moans. It was no use though, she had always been quite loud in bed. She liked being loud, she liked being so filthy with another person that was so good to her, it was such a freeing feeling. She threw her head back, letting out moans and whimpers from the pleasure of Harry’s mouth.

“H-Harry, fuck.” She groaned softly when he sucked her clit into his mouth, her thighs tightening around his head. He kept her legs spread though, starting to thoroughly lick into her because he was starting to get more greedy, more addicted to her taste. He wanted more, she tasted so good.

“Oh, fuck me.”  Y/N breathed when she felt two of Harry’s fingers slowly push into her, her toes curling as she moaned breathily. 

Harry’s lower lip was trapped between his teeth, slowly sinking two of his fingers into her pretty pussy. His pupils dilated as he watched the filthy sight in front of him, bringing his other hand up to rub slow circles onto her clit with his thumb. He thrusted his fingers in and out of her with ease, pulling louder moans from the girl. He spread her legs a little wider for himself, soon replacing his thumb with his tongue. He felt her hand quickly grasp his hair once again, moaning softly against her from the familiar taste on his tongue.

God, everything made Harry even more turned on than he already was. She was so pretty, practically perfect in his eyes. She was so sweet, even tasted sweet. Her taste was so intoxicating that he had to dive for more. He sucked her clit into his mouth, running his tongue over the sensitive bud. He kept working his fingers in and out of her, feeling how wet and warm she was for him. 

He couldn’t help but moan against her from how good she was, completely focused on making her come. 

“I’m gonna come.” Y/N said breathily. “Gonna come, fuck.” She repeated, her thighs tightening around Harry’s head. The pleasure he gave her started at the tips of her toes and went all the way up to that head of hers, the same feeling she felt the first time she came that night. Her hand was tangled in his soft curls, tugging and gripping them ever so often. 

Harry wanted to come, too. He was so hard. He was so needy too. He would probably beg for an orgasm once he made her come. He wanted her to make him come, because the last time she did it felt so heavenly. The filthy things she said to him wouldn’t ever leave his mind, the sights that he saw being the things he saw when he closed his eyes. He hadn’t felt like that in a while. 

“Please come. Come for me.” Harry pleaded, now looking up at her. He curled his fingers up just right to hit her sweet spot, making her whine. His knees were starting to hurt because of the fact that he was kneeling on the floor, at the edge of the bed, but he didn’t care, no, all he cared about was making the woman come again. It was like he was thriving off of it at the moment, thriving off of the joy he felt when he made her come. He liked making her feel good, he liked pleasing her. 

“Yeah, baby. Gonna come.” Y/N said one last time before her high finally washed over her for the second time, strings of profanities and loud calls of Harry’s name spilling from her lips. Her thighs were trembling slightly, closing them because she felt too sensitive. But Harry kept her legs open, slowing down the speed of his thrusts, but never stopping. He prolonged her orgasm, thrusting his fingers into her over and over again. 

Baby. 

Y/N let out a soft whimper when Harry pulled his fingers out of her, still trying to catch her breath. She let out a surprised moan when she felt his tongue delve into her once again, her toes curling as sensitivity ran through her body. 

Harry was having the time of his life, really. He licked up all of her cum with his tongue, humming softly at her taste. He spread her legs wider because she kept trying to close them, licking up all she gave him. His eyes were closed as he licked into her, trying to ignore how hard he was, ignoring how much he was throbbing and aching for an orgasm, because he wanted to put her first, and because she told him that she was the only one coming for now. 

“Harry. That’s enough.” Y/N breathed, her stomach clenching because of how sensitive she was. 

Harry didn’t let up though, he kept her legs spread wide as he kissed her most intimate parts. 

“That’s enough.” Y/N pulled him off by his hair and he whimpered softly at the loss. 

“Sorry.” Harry murmured softly, licking whatever was left on his lips. 

“C’mere.” Y/N beckoned him over to the bed, which Harry listened to and came onto the bed with her. He watched as she straddled his thighs, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach pathetically. He watched her every move, his mind swirling with the filthiest of thoughts. 

“Since you made me come twice,” Y/N paused to wrap her hand around his cock, resulting in a soft whimper leaving his cherry lips. “I’ll make you come now. But only if you’re a good boy while I touch you, hm?” She chuckled softly and Harry nodded furiously. 

“Yes! Yes, gonna be a good boy for you.”

Y/N only let out a hum from his reply, leaning down to spit right onto his cock. The liquid ran down the rest of his length and she felt him throb in her hand. She used her spit as lube and slowly started stroking him, listening to the soft moans he was letting out from her touch. He closed his eyes and thrusted up into her hand a little, only to be stopped when he felt her other hand on his hip. 

“Tell me how bad you want to come.”

“So bad.”

author’s note - hi!! i hope the second chapter of a deep dive was alright, feedback is always appreciated!! i edited a couple things in this chapter as well as the first one so you may notice a couple new things if you even remember the last one LOL anyway thank you for reading!!