Summary: Harry wakes you up in the morning with something on his mind…though he’s going to take awhile to get to it.
Words: 1.7k
Warnings: smut, edging, use of toys, fem!reader, denial of orgasm, praise kink, bit of dom!h
"Fuck." You moaned, drawing out the end of the word, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees were being held against your chest, not by you, your arms were too weak at this point to do anything but clutch the sheets around you.
You didn't plan on being in this situation in the early hours of the morning, but you woke up with lips grazing your neck, and a cuddly Harry clinging onto you, you knew he had something on his mind.
"M'gonna cum, Harry." You breathlessly moaned out, body squirming and writhing.
He continued to slowly lap at your puffy, slick core, which he had been doing for the past thirty minutes. He claimed the slow movements were for you, but you knew they were for him. He loved watching you squirm and whine out, knowing he was going to take a long time to get you to your orgasm.
Harry pulled away without warning, the sudden absence of his tongue making you gasp in frustrated confusion. Your thighs clenched instinctively, chasing the heat that had vanished too soon. His fingers, which had been holding you open so perfectly, now trailed up your stomach with deliberate slowness, leaving goosebumps on your arms.
"Harry," You whined, hips bucking against the air. "What the fuck?"
"We're going to wait, sweet girl." His voice was low, almost amused, as he pressed a kiss to your trembling thigh before rising from the bed.
"Harry," You whined in disbelief, propping yourself up on your elbows, watching his bare back disappear into the bathroom. "Where are you going?"
The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving you sprawled across the sheets, thighs still trembling. The faucet turned on and you heard him humming a song, asshole, as if he hadn’t just left you dripping and desperate. You dug your nails into the mattress, resisting the urge to slide your hand between your legs, even as your pulse throbbed there, aching.
The door creaked open again just enough for him to peek out, toothpaste foam smeared at the corners of his mouth. He pointed the toothbrush at you, sternly.
"And if you touch yourself," He said, voice muffled around the toothbrush, "I won’t let you cum. So be a good girl."
You closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the pillows, thighs pressed together in an attempt to relieve the throbbing between them. The sheets were damp beneath you, and you could feel the slickness of your own arousal coating your inner thighs.. Every breath you took was quick, and your fingers held on tighter to the fabric, to keep yourself from touching where you knew you couldn’t right now.
The water in the bathroom continued running, accompanied by the occasional spit of toothpaste into the sink. Your core ached, begging you to relieve it, so you slowly lowered your hand, at first only lightly brushing your cold fingers against your clit. You rubbed slow, featherlight circles around your swollen clit, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure up your spine but nowhere near enough to push you over the edge.
Then…..silence. The water shut off abruptly. Your fingers stopped instantly, heart hammering against your ribs as you waited for the creak of the bathroom door. But nothing came. Just Harry’s quiet chuckle from behind the door, like he knew, like he could fucking sense what you did across the room.
“Tsk tsk,” He murmured, voice dripping with a mock of disappointment.
You held your breath, fingers twitching where they hovered just above your clit…you were so close, so close.....but you forced yourself to pull away at the last second.
The water ran for another agonizing moment before shutting off. Silence. Then, the creak of the bathroom door swung open.
Harry walked back into the room, you didn’t dare look at him. The bed dipped as he climbed onto it, his fingers brushed yours, slow and deliberate, prying your clenched hand away from the sheets. Your pulse leapt into your throat.
"Did you touch yourself?" He asked, voice so gentle it made your stomach churn. The pad of his thumb stroked over your wrist. You could lie…you should lie.
"A little," You whispered. "J-just a little."
Harry’s lips curved into a smile, the kind that made your thighs press tighter together without meaning to. His grip on your wrist tightened just enough to keep you from squirming away as he lifted your fingers to his mouth. The first brush of his tongue against your fingertips sent a shockwave of heat straight to your core, his eyes never leaving yours as he dragged the flat of his tongue along the pads of your fingers, tasting the reminisce of arousal.
"Mmm," He hummed, closing his lips around your middle finger and sucking lightly. The vibration of his voice traveled straight to your clit, and you whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily. "Sweet girl," He murmured, releasing your finger with a soft pop. "Couldn’t even wait five minutes for me, could you?"
His palm pressed against your pussy with a rough, sudden pressure…not a slap, but the flatness of his hand grinding against you, the friction was brutal and perfect. You arched off the bed with a punched-out moan, thighs snapping shut around his wrist instinctively, but Harry didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed harder, his fingers wide to drag your slickness in circles over your clit, the heel of his hand relentlessly digging into your sensitive folds.
“There you go.” Harry murmured, watching your face twist with overstimulated pleasure as his palm worked slowly. Your hips jerked up into the contact, chasing the pressure, but he adjusted the angle just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. “Fuck, look at you…so fucking pretty when you’re desperate.”
Harry’s palm stilled abruptly, his touch gentling as he smoothed the damp hair from your forehead.
"You okay?" He murmured, his voice sincere, wanting to make sure you were still okay with his antics. You managed a weak nod, your throat too tight to speak, and his lips curved into that slow, knowing smile.
"Don’t worry, honey," He whispered. "I’ll let you cum."
You heard the rattle of the nightstand drawer, the clatter of something plastic being knocked aside. Your breath hitched when his hand reappeared, a pink vibrator in hand. He clicked it on, letting it sit on the lowest setting.
Harry didn’t rush. He dragged the tip of the vibrator down your stomach, until it hovered just above your clit, but not close enough to relieve the ache. You whimpered, hips lifting instinctively, but he tutted, pressing his free hand flat against your abdomen to hold you down.
"Patience"
The vibrator skimmed over your clit so lightly you barely felt it, just a little teasing before Harry yanked it away.
Your breathing stopped for a moment, but he only smirked, quickly setting the vibrator to the highest setting, and placing it back on your clit. The violent buzz made you yelp, back arching as the vibrations punched through your oversensitive nerves.
Then, just as quickly, he dropped it back to low, which left you gasping, thighs shaking with the aftershocks.
"Harry," You begged, voice cracking, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. "Please...please, I want to cum...please."
Harry didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned back, watching you with a smile as he dragged the vibrator down the inside of your thigh.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” He admired, voice low and rough. The vibrator dipped between your thighs, the tip brushing against your soaked entrance for half a second before he pulled back, leaving you clenching around nothing.
The vibrator clicked off before Harry tossed it to the side. Your breath hitched, as his fingers replaced the plastic, slowly tracing your soaked folds. His fingers dipped inside you barely an inch, just enough to make your walls flutter around him, before exiting. Again. Again. He purposely avoided direct pressure on your g-spot, teasing but never giving you what you needed.
He was now fully leaning over you, his other hand feeling your body up, while his lips caressed your entire neck.
“Fuck,” He muttered, lips skimming up your neck. You clenched onto his bicep with one armand lightly bit down on the shoulder in front of you. “You wanna mark me up, sweet girl? Gonna make sure everyone knows who I belong to?”
You couldn’t answer him, your mind was too foggy, so you just let out another moan. Harry chuckled, low and rough, his lips trailing down to your pulse point.
"Okay, sweetheart. You've been so fucking good for me." He grabbed the vibrator he threw to the side. This time, he didn’t tease. "You can cum."
He continued to finger you, this time hitting your g-spot fast and hard, causing you to uncontrollably scream out and writhe in pleasure. The vibrator pressed against your clit on the highest setting, with a similar pressure.
“Harry…Harry, fuck-” Your voice cracked, back arching off the mattress as the pleasure surged through your veins. Your nails dug into his bicep, hard enough to leave indents in his skin, but he didn’t flinch. He just watched you with strong intent, as your body tensed and squirmed.
Your eyes stayed tightly shut as your orgasm ripped through you with a force that left your body aching. A high cry escaped from your throat. Your hips jerked uncontrollably, riding out the waves as warmth gushed between your thighs, soaking Harry’s fingers and the sheets beneath you. The vibrator against your clit sent aftershocks sparking through your nerves, dragging the pleasure out until it was borderline painful.
Your body sagged into the mattress, like you were all of a sudden boneless. The vibrator slipped from Harry’s grip, clattering onto the sheets as your thighs clamped shut instinctively, oversensitive and twitching. He gently removed his finger, letting your body adjust to the sudden emptiness.
“Jesus Christ,” Harry murmured, voice thick with awe. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your heaving sternum, then another just below your collarbone, easing you in the aftermath of your climax. “Look at you.” His palm smoothed over your stomach, grounding you as your breath evened out. “So fucking perfect. Took it so well, sweet girl.”
AN: thank you anon for your submission. feel free to send more dialogue and i'll see what i can do. hopefully it's similar to what you envisioned. leave feedback and enjoy!!!
This story contains: mentions of edging, teasing, mentions of overstimulation, playfulness, clit rubbing, smut
{ any!harry - softrry }
word count- 683
Harry's in playful mood after the shower you shared, and you're not, demanding that he touches you.
You're sprawled out on the bed naked, your hair still damp from the shower you took, while Harry, who is also naked and damp, hovers over you. Ever since your shared shower moments ago, Harry has been in a teasing spirit, and this playful energy continues in the bedroom.
Although he doesn't frequently indulge in edging due to his preference for overstimulation, he took a different approach in the shower. He positioned your back against his chest and maneuvered his fingers between your legs, vigorously rubbing your clit until you were screaming. Just before you reached orgasm, he retracted his fingers and continued with his shower like normal.
Now you lay on the duvet, squirming like a worm while Harry playfully smiles down at you.
"Harry........ touch me, please?" you whine desperately. You were so close to coming in the shower, and though your orgasm left, the build up of sexual energy is still very much alive in you system. He could blow his hot breath on your pussy and you could probably come.
"Where do you want me to touch you?” Harry asks, leaning down and placing delicate kisses near your right ear.
Feeling frustrated by his teasing, you respond with irritation, "Harry, you know where! Come on, no more teasing. You know you love to watch me come." You are indeed correct. That's one of the reasons Harry has never favored the practice of edging. Observing your body climaxing repeatedly provides him with second-hand pleasure, as well as enhancing his ego as he realizes he's the one responsible for your pleasure.
"Just say where and I'll stop the teasing, baby."
You know why he's trying to get you to tell him where you want him to touch you. It's because you find the word embarrassing to say for whatever reason. Which Harry finds silly but also thinks you're cute that anytime he says the word or he makes you say it, you blush with embarrassment.
Taking a deep breath, you finally mutter, "My clit, H. Want you to touch me there again."
Smiling proudly, Harry replies, "Good girl, Y/n. See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He drags his fingers down your torso until they land between your legs. As soon as the tips of his fingers skate over your throbbing nerve, your body jerks from sensitivity and you throw your head back on your pillow.
Harry begins moving his fingers faster, but stops shortly to dip them between your lower lips and coat them in your arousal. Once his fingers are nice and wet, he brings them back to your clit where he rubs and flicks over your tiny (yet swollen) nerve. "How does that feel?" he questions, though from your reaction it should be obvious.
With ringing ears, you reply in a rushed tone, "So, so, so, good. Keep doing that, 'bout to come." And so Harry does. He keeps his fingers stimulating your clit while bringing up his other hand to your right breast. He thumbs at your hard nipple until your back arches and you begin to suddenly come. You scream and shout profanities as his fingers go even faster on your clit, making sure to milk every last drop of pleasure from you.
When you jerk away, Harry slowly pulls his hand from between your legs and crawls up the bed to hover over you again. "Enjoy?" Harry asks sincerely and slowly drops his body weight on you.
You wrap your arms and legs around his body tightly, making sure he can't go anywhere, and answer, "Yes, so much. Now fuck me, please."
Harry laughs in the crease of your neck. "Okay, miss bossy pants. Anymore requests?" You hum a nu-hu and Harry whispers seductively against your mouth, "Okay, baby. I'll give you m'cock. Know it's yours anyways."
Harry does as you please. He fucks another three orgasms out of you. One from his cock alone, one with his fingers between your bodies, rubbing your clit, and one with you holding your small but powerful vibrator between your legs as he thrusted deep within your hole.
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AN: thank you to @wheredidmyeyesgo for giving me this idea in the comments of the fic that inspired this one. it's very short but i hope good nonetheless. enjoy and don't forget to leave your feedback. xoxo
This story contains: edging, playful teasing, handjob
{ any!harry - softrry }
word count- 377
You decided to get revenge for Harry's teasing a few nights ago by edging him in the shower.
A few nights ago, Harry edged you in the shower and continued to tease you in bed, leaving you pleading for him to bring you to orgasm. Since that night, you've been eager to retaliate for the playful teasing he subjected you to. Yet, your busy schedules have left you with no opportunity for revenge—until tonight.
After finishing dinner, you led Harry up the stairs and asked him to join you in the shower, to which he agreed without hesitation. The shower begun in a typical manner, as you both took turns rinsing your hair and bodies beneath the showerhead. But suddenly, you reached for Harry's semi hard cock that was dangling between his legs and started to pump him in your fist.
"Oh fuck, baby. Didn't know you were in the mood tonight." Harry commented as he leaned against the cold tile wall with your hand between his legs. His observation was rooted in his knowledge of the amount of stress you've had the past two days, yet he decided against questioning your actions, just enjoying them.
You begun stroking his now fully hard cock in your hand faster and looked up innocently at him through your wet lashes. "Yeah, feels nice?" you questioned with a knowing smirk that Harry hadn't caught onto.
"Mhm, so fuckin' good, baby." You carried on for a minute or two longer until you detected the signs that he was about to come, leading you to stop. You pulled your hand away and resumed washing your body nonchalantly. "Hey," Harry whined from your sudden lack of contact, "why'd you stop?"
Smiling, you replied, "Oh..... I don't know. Maybe because I'm getting revenge for the other night. Paybacks a bitch isn't it."
Harry approached you from behind, encircling your soapy form with his arms and softly pleaded in your ear. "Please, m' love. It hurts. I'll do anythin' f' you. Just don't leave me hangin'." After rinsing off the last traces of soap, you exited the shower while ignoring an edged and desperate Harry.
As you grabbed your towel from the hanging rack, you informed Harry who's rising the last bit of soap off himself, "Better hurry then. I'll be in bed waiting." He's never gotten out of the shower faster.
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