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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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Teasing Harry During a Zoom Radio Interview (SMUT)
A little concept that continues this Harry Gives You a Strip Tease (SMUTish) /concept/
AN: i had this idea pop into my head and knew i had to write about it. i may still do the strip tease but probably not today. but this one is longer than that would have been so its more entertaining. enjoy.
This story contains: sexual teasing, a tiny piece of a blowjob, talks of sex
{ husband!harry - harry's house era - soft!harry - no kids }
word count: 1106
While Harry is sat at the dinning room table doing zoom radio interviews late at night, you get bored and decide to crawl under the table to tease him a bit.
It was pushing past midnight and Harry was still doing interviews via zoom calls at the dinning room table. You promised to stay out of his way and not bother him while he's being interviewed about his newest single As It Was, but you felt like being cheeky and mess with your husband in some way.
As he's on zoom with Roman Kemp for the Capital FM's morning show back in England, you decide to sneakily make your way into the dinning room where Harry's sat. He doesn't see you because of his great concentration to his laptop screen which you're thankful for.
You crouch down and quietly crawl under the large table until you're kneeled in front of Harry's slightly spread legs. His bottom half is only dressed in black, tight fitting boxers because the interviewers can only see from his chest up and also so he could slip into bed once he was finished for the night.
Deciding to stop stalling, you reach forward and place both of your cold hands on his warm thighs, making Harry nearly jump out his seat in surprise. And because he's wearing headphones, you can't hear much of what Roman asks but you assume he's asking Harry if he's alright because it looked like he jumped out of fright.
"Yeah, yeah, all good. Just a bit chilly in m'house and had got a chill." you hear Harry tell the interviewer, Roman. You giggle at his silly lie and decide to tease further. You bend your head forward and place gentle kisses up and down his upper legs. This makes Harry conceal a stutter in his voice as he speaks.
Your soft, warm lips continue their attack on Harry's tan, hairy legs until you carry them up even further, to his bulge. You know this is what's really going to make him go crazy. For more stability, you sit up a tiny bit so you can get closer, looping your arms around his slender waist, and bend forward to start attacking his gradually hardening cock from the outside of his underwear.
You can feel his body tense up and you can't help but smile at the fact that only you get this part of Harry. And not just literally speaking because only half his body is shown on camera, but the side of him that is weak and vulnerable and putty in your hands.
Knowing you must hurry before his next interview starts, you remove one hand from where it was around his lower back and bring it to the waist band of his Calvin Kleins. Then you dip your hand inside, feeling Harry's coarse pubes brush against your hand and gently take a hold of his now throbbing shaft.
You didn't want to give him a full blowie because you wanted him to fuck your pussy in bed later before sleep. Therefore once his cock is out the clothed confinements and the band of his boxer briefs are tucked under his ball sack, you lick up his silky shaft with the tip of your tongue. Harry's mood has visibly shifted and you wonder if any of his fans who watch his interview will realize what's happening.
After a few licks, you decide to take his leaking head and suck on it like a lollipop. Without looking, you know Harry's pink nailed painted toes curl into the hardwood floor beneath you. And instead of using his hands for gesturing as he speaks like he normally does, his hands grip the edge of the table until his knuckles turn white.
Right before Harry says his goodbyes to Roman Kemp, you glide his shaft further in your mouth until your nose is touching his hairy pubic mound. You accidentally let a small gag release from your mouth and hope the audio from his computer doesn't pick that up. Harry glances down at his lap real quick and feeling like he's doing so, you open your eyes and look up, making eye contact.
Your eyes are watery but you can make out the slight irritation in Harry's facial features as well as lust and need. Quickly looking back up to his screen, Harry says with a shaky voice, "Thank you for having me and here is my new single, As It Was, enjoy." Then you hear a click of the mouse, meaning he's finally off air and he lets out a sigh of relief.
"Fuckin' hell, love. What r'yah doing t'me? Almost came in front of m'friend Roman as well as millions who watch and listen to the interview." Harry mutters while looking at you from your position under the table.
You pop off his dick, inhaling a large breath, and reply innocently, "Was just bored and wanted to mess around. Also kinda horny."
Harry lets out a cute giggle because he can never actually be mad at you, even if you almost caused him a ton of embarrassment, and replies back while reaching down to cradle your cheeks in his large palms, "Alright, tell yah what, love. How 'bout yah get undressed and go slip into the covers in our bed and wait on me. I have one more interview for the night and then m'all yours."
Too quickly you rush out to say, "Mhm, will do just that. My pussy is throbbing and wet for you." Then you crawl out from under the table, leaving Harry to tuck his still raging boner in his boxers, and walk around the table to get a quick kiss on the lips. Harry makes sure to do it off frame of his computer camera, though he isn't on air at the moment, but just to be safe and not have a video of him kissing his wife like that, leaked.
Pulling your mouths apart, Harry whispers, "Scoot, scoot, m'on air in less than a minute with BBC radio. But yah made me all hard so now its gonna be difficult t'sit through another interview. You cheeky women."
You make your way up the stairs of your shared Los Angeles home and do as you were instructed to do; strip free of all your clothes, get into bed naked, and wait on him to come up to bed. Harry has to sit on the hard wooden chair at the dinning room table, having his cock painfully hard between his legs, and be interviewed one last time for the night to promote his new song.
While doing so, all Harry can think about is getting the interview over with so he can get into bed with his wife and have some very intimate but nevertheless good-fucking-sex.
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