submissive harry styles

hours & hours

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Y/N's lips tugged up at the corners, a small smile playing on her lips, amused by how Harry's body was reacting and how his brain was practically turned into mush at that point. He was mumbling nonsensically, trying to reach out to the people around him but somehow forgetting he was tied up. His arms were plastered to the sides of his torso and his knees were spread wide open, as if he were on display, with rope around his thighs and shins so he couldn't stretch them out. He could barely move, squirming and whining from all the people teasing him and touching his body all over, enjoying how he was so overstimulated and had so much already.

His back arched up when he felt the vibrations inside him go up a notch, whining weakly and his hands balling up into tight fists. He dug his front teeth into his lip, whimpering as people squeezed and pinched his nipples, and had been so much that he was red.

"Please, please, please." He gasped out wetly, his cock drooling with precum as another orgasm was approaching him, until suddenly the vibrations were turned down so low it was like he could barely feel them, making him whine loudly in protest, eliciting a few chuckles from the others.

"What's wrong?" Y/N spoke up, leaning down close to his face and smoothing hair off of his sweaty forehead.

Harry whimpered, "Please."

"That's not going to help you, is it? Don't you want to please our guests?"

"I-I do." Harry said brokenly, breath hitching when the vibrations went up in intensity just a little bit.

"Then just take it, hm?"

a/n: sorry...