submissive harry styles

speak

"Look up. Hold your tongue out." Y/N said whilst tugging on the leash attached to Harry's collar, watching as his eyes met hers before they darted over to the camera of her phone that she was holding up. He hesitated for a moment before he stuck out his tongue and she smiled a few seconds later, turning her phone around to show him the picture she took of him.

"Might send it to my friends, hm?" She chuckled softly and threw her phone over to the bed, before turning her attention back to him. "Just to show them how much of a dog you are. Bet you'd walk on all fours as long as you had this leash on, wouldn't you? And you'd let all our friends watch and treat you like a pet." She ran a hand through his hair and roughed it up a little, listening to the soft, breathy moan he let out when she tugged at it.

"Would you?" She grasped his jaw and tilted her head to the side a little, sticking her thumb into his mouth. He only nodded and let his eyes fall shut while his lips closed around her finger, his tongue running against the pad of it to make it wet with saliva.

"Fuck." He groaned out, his body tensing up a little when the vibrations in the plug he had in increased significantly, eyes snapping back open to look up at her with glazed over eyes.

"What'd you say?" She asked with a slight furrow between her brows and slapped him hard enough to make his head turn to the side, making him curse under his breath once more.

"I'm sorry—fuck—I'm sorry." He gasped out, whining in his throat when the vibrations went up another notch, causing him to shift and fighting the insane urge to bring a hand down to touch himself. She tugged on his leash and forced him to sit up straighter, causing him to huff quietly from the pressure against his throat.

"Don't you get it? You're not supposed to speak with words."

a/n: is bro gonna... bark?