submissive harry styles

experiment

All of this was purely an experiment, okay?

So what if Harry was watching some porn and got a little curious about his own body? He was turned on and was still feeling post-orgasm bliss, slumped into his bed and groaning lightly from the sticky mess on his stomach. Y/N wasn't home and he had to use his imagination, so.

It had been a few days since he watched that specific... video and he could not get it off of his mind. It felt like he was being taunted, flashes of the video sometimes playing in his head and getting him flustered. As each day passed by, he grew more and more curious, feeling like a shaken soda can that was about to explode. Whenever he got off he would imagine that situation with Y/N and he would have to cover his mouth tightly because his moans and whines were always so loud whenever he reached his peak.

He wanted to try to come untouched.

"O... oh." Harry gasped out as he slowly pushed a wet finger into himself, feeling his stomach tense a bit from the still slightly unfamiliar feeling. He felt precum drip from his tip as he slowly fucked it in and out of himself, teasing himself by taking it slow to build up the pleasure bubbling deep in the pit of his stomach. He and Y/N had played around... down there, but not often. They were just both curious and wanted to try it out.

In the video he had watched, the woman was fucking her fingers into the guy and the guy was just so whiny the entire time. He wouldn't stop mumbling 'please' over and over, it seemed like it was the only word he knew. He looked so utterly fucked out, all squirmy and desperately trying to reach his orgasm because it was so close he could taste it right on the tip of his tongue, but the woman didn't touch his cock or anything whatsoever, and just kept fucking him with her fingers.

Due to Harry and his bastardous imagination, he imagined himself in the guy's place and Y/N in the woman's. He wanted to get fucked until he was all stupid like that, begging and pleading repeatedly to let him come but refusing to touch himself because Y/N told him not to. Or maybe his hands would be tied up underneath his back and all he could do was try to slip himself out of the rope or undo the knot, but Harry felt like even if he did, he still wouldn't touch himself.

Like an idiot, Harry opened his eyes for a second and took a glance at himself, seeing how messy he already was and he was only sliding a second finger in. His face scrunched up in half-discomfort, half-pleasure from being filled up just a little more, letting his head drop back against his pillow once more.

"Fuck." He mumbled to himself, gulping quietly as he kept up with the unbearably slow pace of his fingers, feeling a twang of pleasure inside of him when he reached in particularly deep.

His moans were soft and breathy as he fucked himself, his arm starting to strain a bit from the awkward position, but he sped up a bit, and for a split second, he felt the tip of his fingers graze that sweet spot inside of him, his back arching up off the bed a bit from the sudden feeling. He was starting to feel hot, the blush on his cheeks feeling like it was getting hotter and hotter by the second.

Now that he had found it, he tentatively grazed the pads of his fingers against it, a shiver running through him and his thighs clenching together, knees knocking against each other. He spread them after a few seconds once he had gathered himself (kind of), continuing to fuck his fingers into himself a few more times before he pushed a third one beside the other two.

He was starting to get louder and his heart was beating faster against his chest. Sweat was gathering at his hairline. His other hand was gripping the sheets tightly, tugging at them ever so often. His lips were looking a little redder and wetter than before from him biting them so much the entire time he hadn't even noticed his teeth were digging into his lower lip so hard he was about to taste blood.

"Oh god." He choked out from the feeling of being so weirdly... full. Every time his fingers would brush his prostate he would whine, so much so that he had to stick three fingers from his other hand into his mouth, too, in hopes of muffling his loud noises.

Y/N, thankfully, was out running errands, so nobody was home. She probably had no idea he was even doing this, fucking himself with his fingers in hopes of turning himself into a stupid, slutty mess whilst keeping her in his mind the entire time. He had no idea he would be so into it, but now that it was actually happening, he felt drunk on the feelings he was experiencing.

At that point, Harry really wanted to touch himself. He was practically aching to be touched, unable to do anything except leak a few drops of precum onto his stomach pathetically. His fingers were wet now with his saliva and god he wanted to fuck up into his own hand whilst also practically riding his own fingers—he felt so filthy.

He glanced down at himself anymore and couldn't take it anymore, taking his fingers out of his mouth and wrapping them around his cock, a soft moan of relief slipping past his lips. He gave himself quick, tight strokes, like he was in a hurry, sometimes stopping to squeeze himself at the base a little. He was mumbling incoherently, knowing that he failed the "experiment" he was conducting but frankly, he didn't have a single care in the world, and all he knew for sure was that everything felt so fucking good.

•••

"An experiment?"

"Well..." Harry scratched the back of his neck, "Yeah, that's what I, er, called it, I guess."

"And what were the results?"

Harry rolled his eyes, mumbling so quietly Y/N couldn't hear him.

"I'm sorry, what was that, you mouse?" She chuckled softly, seeing how Harry's cheeks had grown warm and pink.

"I... didn't, you know."

"Okay, and you're saying that you want to "conduct the experiment" again? But with me?"

Harry sighed deeply, his cheeks getting more and more red.

"Yes, Y/N, oh my god."

Y/N started laughing more, shuffling closer to Harry on the couch to wrap her arms around his neck, giggling against his lips (Harry's face was stoic).

"I'm only joking with you, baby. We can do whatever you want."

a/n: it was just an experiment, okay?