submissive harry styles

limits

"C'mon, you can take it. I know you can." Y/N ran a hand up and down Harry's side as she watched him slowly lower himself down onto her strap, face twisted up and heat rising to his cheeks. He was holding onto her shoulders tightly, gasping when he was finally fully seated on her lap, shifting his hips a little to test the waters, huffing out a soft moan.

"God." Y/N murmured, "You can go slow, it's okay." She reassured, her hands moving down to his thighs to grope at them, squeezing the soft flesh with her fingers. She watched Harry slowly lift himself up before going back down, a shiver running down his spine along with goosebumps rising all over his body. He whimpered and tightened his thighs around hers, just feeling so full it was overwhelming.

"Bet you feel so full, don't you? That's what you wanted, isn't it? To just be so full and fucked stupid?" Y/N had a smile playing on her lips as she looked into Harry's dilated pupils, giving his hips a rough squeeze.

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"I can't, fuck, o-oh my-" Harry's eyes squeezed shut tightly and his forehead fell against Y/N's shoulder, panting and whining pathetically against her skin as she fucked up into him, filling him up over and over. He dug his nails into Y/N's arm, choking out moans and sobs.

"Lie down." Y/N suddenly spoke up and it took a second to register in Harry's mushed up brain, but he followed and slowly leaned back until his back hit their soft plush bed, relaxed for a moment until Y/N wrapped her arms around his thighs, starting up again with that brutal, unrelenting pace that knocked the breath out of Harry's lungs, loud moans and unintelligable words slipping past his lips until they were sobs and tears were spilling down his cheeks.