Summary: Harry wants to try something different: vibrating panties. Driving you absolutely nuts.
Wordcount: 2572
“H-Harry,” You stammer, tugging on the sleeve of your boyfriend’s shirt.
When you receive no answer, you tilt your head and look back to see him talking to Mitch, his face lined with concentration.
The conversation between the two friends seems calm, both of them chatting about guitars. You want to laugh.
Mitch wouldn’t have that smile stretched across his face if he knew what was going on between your legs.
“Harry!” You reiterate, voice strained.
At this, the boy finally responds, turning to shoot you a warning glare.
“Huh?” He questions, giving Mitch an apologetic smile. Your eyes drift over his face, drinking in every detail. His pupils lay fully dilated, the crystal blue barely visible, and a hint of scruff lines his jawline.
What grabs your attention the most, however, is the way his lips twist into a smirk when his fingers slide into his pocket, pressing a button and increasing the speed on the pair of lacy vibrating panties currently spread across your core.
When Harry had suggested experimenting, you’d eagerly gone along, hoping that whatever he’d had in mind would spice up your sex life a little. It’s not that sex with him is boring, far from it, but rather that a change every now and again can be refreshing.
The vibrating panties had been his idea, no surprise. After dating him for two years, you’ve picked up that Harry has a particular interest in teasing you until you’re teary and begging, so, really, the panties shouldn’t have come as a surprise.
That being said, you hadn’t expected the vibrations to be quite this powerful.
“S-Stop doing that,” You complain, words slightly slurred. It’s difficult to focus on anything other than your pulsing clit.
“Doing what?” Mitch jumps in, voice eager. You pause, unsure of an answer. It’s hardly like you can tell the truth: as close as you are, you doubt he’s interested in the intimate details of your sex life.
“Nothing,” You mumble, deciding to extract yourself from the conversation before Mitch takes note of the beads of sweat across your forehead and grows suspicious. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
You can feel Harry’s gaze follow your back as you walk through the crowded restaurant towards the bathroom.
Of course, when Harry had mentioned you’d been wearing the panties in public, you’d thrown a wobbly. You hadn’t fancied being embarrassed by cumming in public but, sure enough, his sweet kisses and mumbles of reassurance had won you over.
A restaurant had seemed like the perfect place. The noisy atmosphere would help to cover up the low hum of the panties and you’d have a hard surface to grip when Harry decided to continuously deny you.
Obviously, Harry hadn’t pitched it quite like that but now, two hours and four denied orgasms later, you’re beginning to discover the truth.
The moment you’re in the bathroom, you head towards the sink. You know better than to take the panties off and provide yourself with any source of relief so instead opt for splashing a few drops of water on your face.
Your eyes flicker up to the mirror and you curse, seeing evidence of sex written over every feature. You furrow through your bag, searching for a small bag of makeup and a hairbrush to tame the mess that is your face.
After staking out in the bathroom for as long as you deem fit, you decide to venture back out into the restaurant. When you left, most of the guests were finished their desserts so you’re hoping it’s almost time to go.
Every time the intensity of the vibrations changes, you feel the overwhelming desire to give in and cum, regardless of the people surrounding you. You can’t help it, it just feels too fucking good.
“You okay?” Harry queries, shooting you a slightly concerned look as you sit down.
You nod, biting your bottom lip as a moan threatens to spill. With the position you’re sitting, the pressure is being applied directly to your sore bundle of nerves.
“Think you can take one more?” He asks, voice hushed. As you ponder this, his hand sneaks into his pocket to play around with the range of options.
“I g-guess so, but only one more,” At your words, Harry beams. He’s surprised you’ve managed to last four, almost five, denied orgasms, if he’s being honest, and knows he’ll have to compensate for the torture as soon as you both get home.
Then again, it’s not only you feeling uncomfortable. Harry’s had a semi ever since his eyes fell on your scrunched up face, the expression so familiar to the one you make as he’s pounding into you that he found it difficult to keep his thoughts from wandering.
“One more,” He reiterates. Without warning, a finger pushes the button that speeds up the action of your panties.
Your soft cry is muffled, thankfully, by the low buzz of the restaurant atmosphere. It feels so good to have this amount of pleasure throbbing through you and, no surprise, you find yourself steering towards a high very quickly.
Harry raises an eyebrow, not having expected you to reach the edge of a climax in so little time. His cheeky eyes glide over your chest to where your heavy pants are showing, your breasts heaving with exertion.
With worried eyes, you glance around the table to ensure none of Harry’s bandmates are watching. As close as you all are, you don’t fancy them watching you in this moment.
“Ha-” You whine, muscles a strange combination of loose and tense. Your shoulder rests heavily on his, all strength draining from your body as it screams for release.
Just as you’re about to tumble down the precipice, Harry turns off the vibrations. You gasp, unable to cough back the exclamation, and rely solely on Harry’s warm arm to keep you upright.
Your eyelids flutter shut, a sense of frustration falling heavily on you. Harry snakes an arm around your back, holding you gently and rubbing a few comforting circles into your skin.
“Is Y/N okay?” Mitch asks, trying and failing, to be discreet. Too tired to open your eyes and address him, you let Harry answer.
“She’s not feeling too well, I think we’re going to head home.”
At his words, you feel like sobbing. The endless teasing has finally taking effect, your body wanting nothing more than to have Harry above you, slamming deep inside you.
The next few minutes seem to pass by in a blur. You’re okay, only a little drowsy. But it seems your primal instincts are kicking in, the only thought on your mind being that of the events that are awaiting you at home.
You have to rely on Harry’s steady hold to guide you to a taxi, your own legs a little too shaky to safely support yourself. He doesn’t complain, merely marvels at the way you continue to push yourself to the limits.
During the taxi ride, you slowly retreat from the drowsy space in which you’d been entrapped, your mind alert by the time the taxi pulls up outside your house.
You manage to get yourself into the bedroom, surprised at your own strength. Harry dives into the bathroom, reappearing a few moments later with considerably less clothes clinging to his stature.
Your greedy eyes trail over his torso, focusing on the gentle curves of his powerful muscles covered by his lovely tattoos.
The pair of navy boxers clinging to his legs have the dent of his hard cock straining against them, and, if you squint extremely hard, you’re sure you can see a wet patch. This makes you bite your lip, your thoughts dirtying.
“Like what you see?” He teases, walking towards you. You nod, observing the graceful way in which his fingers move out to stroke your arm.
Harry’s nimble digits find the zip of your dress and tugs it down your back, allowing you to slip from the dress. Once the garment’s laying on the ground, he pushes you back onto the mattress.
As your back sinks down, you can’t help but tilt your head and capture his lips in a desperate kiss. At this point, you feel as though you’re on fire. The amount of raw desire you’re experiencing is so much, too much, that you know you’re close to falling apart.
His lips push against yours, a fierce darkness behind him. His warm body slides over yours, a few strands of his hair falling onto your face. The kiss isn’t pretty but it’s exactly what you need. It’s messy, desperate and conveys so much lust that you grind up your hips, feeling his hard cock against the lace of your panties.
Harry groans, the noise music to your ears, and responds by rutting his hips against yours. You cry out, feeling his hand snaking behind your back to release your back.
As soon as your bra’s been thrown to the side, Harry’s fingers are moving over the curves of your boobs. His blue eyes seem to darken, the pads of his soft fingertips pressing against the sensitive skin of your erect nipples.
Your breathy moans fill the air as pleasure runs through your aching body, the warmth between your legs spreading further.
It feels incredible to have Harry finally giving you what you want, but you need more.
“Ha-” You whimper, voice strained. Desperation streams from every part of your body but, at this point, you’re too needy to care. “’Need more.”
“Hmm?” He queries, moving to fiddle with the waistband of your panties. “You want something?”
The weight of his fingers moves from your thigh to your panties, his fingers moving to press against the vibrating panties, pressing down over your clit.
You cry out, the subtle pressure drawing a reaction so extreme that it surprises both of you. “Please!”
He knows what you want and, luckily for you, Harry’s cock twitches at your begged exclamation. In one swift movement, your panties are on the floor and your center exposed.
A hiss escapes your lips, the waft of cool air sending goosebumps across every inch of your skin. Harry rids himself of his boxers and gives himself a few pumps before returning his attention back to you and the immense wetness between your legs.
Harry licks his lips, his eyes spotting the wetness between your lips before he’s even touched you. His urge to give in and thrust straight into you is slowly building, the need for your warm core stretching around his engorged length sounding more tempting by the second.
When Harry’s slips a finger between your slit, you moan uncontrollably, a shudder passing down your spine.
“Fucking hell, Y/N,” He marvels. “You’re absolutely soaking.”
You bite back the sarcastic comment that threatens to spill from your lips, knowing it won’t help your chances of getting a release. Of course you’re going to be wet, he’s been teasing you for hours.
“I’ve never seen anyone this aroused before, it’s…” He trails off, searching for the words he needs to find. “Incredible.”
Another finger joins the first, the circles on your clit slowing. You’re about to complain when he pushes both inside your entrance at once. You barely feel the stretch, your walls so loose you find yourself craving something much bigger than a few fingers.
Once satisfied that you’re ready, Harry removes his hand, causing you to shiver. Your eyes follow the way his eyelids flutter shut as he sucks your juices off his slender digits.
“Harry,” You prompt, aware of the throbbing in your core. He smiles, repositioning himself over you. “Want you. Now!”
He follows your desires, lining the tip of his leaking cock with your entrance. After shooting you a cheeky wink, Harry thrusts deep inside you.
Your hands find his back, digging into the pale skin as you cry out. His thick length stretches you out in such a beautifully fulfilling way that you feel a few tears pricking at your ears.
“Shit, are you okay?” Harry asks, clearly panicking. He’s looked up to see a tear falling down your flushed cheek and jumped to the worst conclusion.
Before he can halt his actions, you reassure him. “Yes, it feels really good. Keep going!”
Harry rolls his eyes, slamming his hips hard against yours. You moan, the pleasure ricocheting through your core sending you spiraling towards the high you’ve been chasing all evening.
“I love fucking you, baby,” He murmurs, face screwed together tightly. “You feel fuckin’ amazing.”
A warmth spreads across your cheeks at the praise that falls so easily from his mouth, your lips nuzzling up to capture yours. It’s during this kiss that Harry readjusts the angle of his thrusts and manages to brush over your g-spot, your cry of ecstasy being muffled by his plump lips.
“Shit, do that again!” You say, voice breaking.
As Harry repeats the action and then continues to move with such a deliberate force, you know you’re close to cumming.
“I’m almost-” Harry’s thumb moves down to press against your clit and you can’t help but let out a small scream, the stimulation pushing you so close to the edge of an epic climax that you’re certain you can’t hold off for much longer.
“Let go, baby, I’ve got you,” He reassures, his own climax a mere minute away.
Following his words, you throw your head back and let go. Waves of pleasure explode all over you, your mind screaming the word Harry over and over again.
The head of his pulsing cock continues to nuzzle against your hidden spot as you ride out your high, everything feeling better with each passing second. Your breathy pants fill your ears, your eyes screwed so tightly shut that you see nothing but white fireworks.
Harry shudders, the feeling of your walls contracting around him sending him over the edge. He groans, cumming deep inside you.
The mere sensation of his load shooting inside you is enough to prolong your orgasm for a few more seconds, your grip on his back tightening with every thrust.
By the time you’ve begun to come down from the incredible high, Harry’s already pulled out, not wanting you to grow too sensitive. You lay still on the bed, aftershocks wrecking through you from time to time.
You’re aware of Harry getting up and pressing a kiss to your forehead, but soon tune him out as you bask in the bliss of the prior release.
You don’t know how long it’s been but, all too soon, Harry’s returned to inform you that he’s run a bath.
“I think you’ll need to help me,” You say, sitting up and taking note of the shakiness behind your movements.
Harry moves forward, bare arms curling around your trembling body. “You good?” He checks, helping you through to the bathroom.
“So good,” You breathe out, still a little out of it.
Harry carefully places you into the lukewarm water, the bubbles popping against your skin bringing a smile to your face. A moment later he’s slipping in behind you, bringing your body close to his.
“I love you,” He murmurs, lips tickling the top of your ear.
“’Love you too, H,” You say, words slurring due to the exhaustion floating around your body. “’M glad we tried this.”
Harry nods, rubbing his fingers over the curve of your stomach and smiling.
“Me too, babe, me too.”
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