submissive harry styles

greedy

Y/N liked to giggle.

"Wait—wait, hold on."

Harry furrowed his brows and propped himself up on his elbows to watch Y/N giggle, covering her mouth while simultaneously trying to get herself to stop laughing for absolutely no reason. All Harry did was lie down and she started giggling while holding a bottle of lube (which was the one she was using to cover her mouth), and Harry was so utterly confused.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing." She shook her head and shuffled a little closer in between his spread legs, making him frown and grasp the duvet as an attempt to cover himself.

"What- no, baby, I'm not laughing at you!" She immediately changed her expression to a worried one, hands now dropped at her sides. "I'm not laughing at you, I swear to god." She leaned over and grasped his face, peppering kisses all over it in hopes of cheering him up. He looked bored and tried to turn his face to the side, trying to avoid her kisses, but all she did was lean over to the side to keep kissing him all over.

"What's so funny then?"

"I just... I thought of a joke?" She said sheepishly, trying to hide her smile. "It- it just popped into my head, I promise."

Harry narrowed his eyes at her and she sat back up, holding her hands up in surrender.

"I promise." She said,

"Can we just do this?" Harry rolled his eyes, now smiling. "Just go on and fuck me already, you idiot."

"Okay, you don't have to be so bossy." She murmured with a small smile, pulling the duvet off of him.

•••

"Oh, fuck." Harry drawled out, pushing his head back against the pillow and exposing his damp neck that was just waiting to be filled with marks. He was stroking himself, slowly, teasing himself because he wanted this to last. But sometimes he would go a little faster and fuck himself against Y/N's two fingers, moaning wantonly while mumbling out nonsensical things, lost in the pleasure.

"More, more..." He murmured and Y/N hummed, spreading his thighs a little wider whilst kneading his inner thigh, making him flush even more. He reached down and grasped her wrist, pushing her fingers even deeper into him so the rest of her knuckles were pressing against him while also grinding his hips down a little, moaning softly, eyes closed in bliss, body shiny with sweat.

"Fuck, H." Y/N mumbled to herself, moving a little closer. She grasped his hand to pull it off, making him whine in disapproval, but his frustration quickly melted away when she started to push a third finger into him, causing him to let out a soft 'ah.' "You're so needy, aren't you? So selfish, always wanting more when I already give you everything you want." She tsked, her fingers grazing over his prostate for a second, watching his muscles tense up and his back arch with a pleased smile.

"'M not—I'm not selfish." His brows furrowed a little, whining a little in his tone. He couldn't stop moving his hips, fucking himself against her fingers, his movements clearly contradicting what he was saying, but he didn't care. He did want more, he wanted more, and more, and more.

"Oh, fuck, I-" He cut himself off with a groan when she just barely touched that sweet spot, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulped dryly. "More, please, more."

"See?" She said softly with an amused smile on her face, doing it again to hear him whine.

a/n: bro is getting fingered >_< !!