submissive harry styles

appetite

"You just take it, yeah? As long as I tell you to."

Harry's wet eyes flickered up to Y/N's, the grip he had on her thigh starting to tighten more and more the longer she kept her fingers pinched around his nose, seeing tears blur his vision as he looked up at her. Y/N gave it a few more seconds before she let go, letting him pull off, smiling amusedly as she watched him inhale sharply, a few tears rolling down his soft, flushed cheeks.

"Maybe we'll find a real cock for you to suck, huh? Since you seem to love it so much." She teased, her smile growing. "Have somebody else fuck your mouth until you can barely breathe, baby." She continued on, giving Harry's cheek a few light slaps before guiding his head back to her strap, pushing it between his plush lips. Of course, he opened his mouth, taking it into his mouth eagerly, looking up at her with those doe-like, fucked out eyes of his.

Thinking about having somebody else with them, toying with him, getting fucked in the mouth so hard he can barely speak afterwards sent pinpricks of heat all over his body, arousal rising up from the very tips of his toes into that pretty little head of his that was now swirling with filthy thoughts and fantasies that he desperately wanted to fulfill now that Y/N mentioned it, the dirty, dirty things penetrating his brain somehow made him even needier, using a hand to palm himself over his boxers until his nose touched Y/N's groin, choking softly.

"So, you want to?" Y/N caught onto what he was doing, seeing the hand Harry now had over his crotch, moving her foot to press the heel of it against his hand. She grasped his hair, pulling him off so he could speak, soft lips parted to let out quiet pants. "It seems like you want to." She teased, a playful smile playing on her lips.

"Come on, don't be shy." She lowered her voice a little, leaning down to get closer to his voice. "Tell me."

"Y-yeah, I want to." Harry replied, although was a bit hesitant before he did, a wave of heat washing over him.

"Then maybe we'll find someone, yeah? One of our friends, maybe..." She trailed off, placing her hand on the back of Harry's head as she leaned back once more, pushing him down her strap. "Someone who'll wanna do the things you want, someone who's willing to spoil you like I do."

a/n: leo?