submissive harry styles

breathe me in

"Again."

"Harry-"

"No, again, please." Harry whined, blindly searching for Y/N's hand as an attempt of placing it back against his throat for her to squeeze and grip until he was on the verge of passing out. He wanted his eyes to roll to the back of his head once she takes her hand off, to feel himself trying to bring air back into his lungs desperately while she fucks him so hard he can barely even try. He wants her to be rough, he wants her to be so fucking rough he's reduced to a mess that can barely even speak he's so fucked out when they're done.

"You're really just a stupid little whore now, aren't you?" Her worried tone had dissipated and her hand was pressed against his throat once more, getting tighter and tighter while his wide, wet eyes were looking up at her, still moaning while growing stupider and stupider. He squeezed his eyes shut, the hand he had around her wrist slowly loosening its grip while her harsh thrusts punched even more air out of his lungs.

After a little bit, Y/N took her hand off of Harry, watching him pant heavily while whining, pushing his head back against the pillow beneath it while having the duvet fisted tightly in his hands. Y/N leaned back against her calves, placing her hand against the back of Harry's knee, moving it so his leg was propped up against her shoulder, his foot bobbing back and forth beside her head with each thrust she gave him.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Y/N leaned over a bit, giving him a few light slaps against his cheek to get him to open his eyes. He blinked his eyes open and looked up at her, mouth slightly open and his lips wet, drool threatening to run down the side of his cheek. She gave him another slap, just a bit harsher this time, toying with him a little bit. She squeezed his cheeks together, stuck two fingers down his throat, grasped his hair and tugged at it.

"More?" She asked, smiling at him. He nodded, like he always would.

a/n: umm