submissive harry styles

fantasy

Harry loved Y/N's tits.

He liked to kiss them, lick them, suck them, hold them, rest his head on them, he liked to do a lot of things with her tits. Like after a long day, he would plop down onto bed and scoot close to Y/N, moving close enough so he could rest his head on her breasts, while she stroked his hair. Sometimes he'd just hold them, for absolutely no other reason than to just feel them in his hands.

So sure, he may have had an obsession with her tits.

But he always had this fantasy of fucking her tits. Sometimes while pleasuring himself while Y/N wasn't there with him, he would picture himself fucking her tits. He'd picture her squeezing them together, looking up at him with a smile on her face. He'd picture coming all over them, smearing it across her skin before making her lick it off her fingers or even lick it off himself.

He was always kind of nervous to bring it up to her, though. He had always been sort of shy about things like this, so she had no idea that he wanted to do that.

But god did he want to.

So right now, Harry was cuddling with Y/N on the couch, watching Downton Abbey on the TV. They had a blanket over them and Harry was lying on top of Y/N, his head, like always, resting on her breasts. Her fingers were running through his soft curls as she watched the scenes playing on the screen in front of her quietly, enjoying the warmth that radiated from Harry's body.

"Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"Can I fuck your tits?"

Y/N furrowed her brows and paused the show, looking down at Harry.

"What?"

"Can I fuck your tits?" He moved his head so he was looking up at her, "Please?" He added on, giving her a small smile.

"Like, right now?"

"Yeah?"

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him which made him laugh, getting up a bit and resting his weight on his forearms so he was hovering above her. He was still smiling, his dimples creating small craters in his soft cheeks.

"No, seriously, right now?" She asked genuinely, cocking her head to the side a bit. She laughed before placing a hand on his cheek, pulling his face down a bit to press her lips to his in a tender kiss. Their eyes closed as they slowly started to make out with each other, giggling and moaning softly ever so often.

"You're a fucking idiot." She mumbled against his lips.

•••

Harry scrambled to get his pants off and thankfully he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants with no boxers underneath. He was already half-hard, his cheeks growing warm as he looked down at himself. He looked in front of him and saw Y/N down on her knees, taking her shirt off. She hadn't worn a bra, so Harry's eyes were immediately met with Y/N's soft tits.

"Y'gonna fuck my tits?" She chuckled softly. She leaned in a bit closer and gathered spit in her mouth, letting it drip from her lips so it would fall to Harry's tip. Her eyes stayed on him the entire time and there was a cheeky smile on her face. She brought a hand up and spread the spit across his tip, making him whimper, before wrapping her fingers around him. She started off with slow strokes, listening to Harry's soft moans and gasps.

"Please." Harry said softly and Y/N hummed.

"Be patient."

So then she teased him for a little while, leaning in to lick over his tip a couple of times to taste him on her tongue. Harry was aching at this point, starting to get needy and desperate for what he wanted.

"Y/N." He groaned softly and Y/N decided to stop teasing at this point, sitting up a bit straighter. She looked up at Harry, her lips tugged up at the corners a tiny bit, and let him slide his cock into the space in between her breasts. She let out a soft moan at that and so did he, taking his lower lip into his mouth as he took in the filthy sight. She pushed her tits together and Harry eventually started thrusting up into her tits, whimpering softly from the stimulation.

He forced himself to keep his eyes open the entire time to admire the obscenity of the sight in front of him, watching his cock slide in and out from between your tits. His hands were clenched into fists by his sides and his movements were starting to get quicker, as if he needed to come at this point.

Y/N sometimes stuck her tongue out to lick his tip whenever he thrusted up, tasting his precum on her tongue. It would make Harry whine and it was like a sweet melody to Y/N's ears.

"You're so pretty, baby." Y/N murmured and Harry gave in, tilting his head back while moaning.

"I'm- I'm gonna come." Harry warned, gulping dryly. He opened his eyes again to watch, his eyes unable to tear away from her breasts. He let out a string of whimpers and profanities when he eventually came, making a mess all over her skin. His chest rose and fell with every heavy pant that left his lips, sighing softly when he pulled away.

"Look, you've made such a mess." Y/N had a faux pout on her face and Harry bit the inside of his cheek.

"Wanna clean it up for me?"

a/n: so sorry for not updating in so long!!! i'll try to keep updates more consistent :)