5sos & 1d Smut

Harry: I Already Ate

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Hands were the first thing you felt when you awoke. And they weren't just any two hands that were currently lighting your skin on fire, awaking your senses in the most lively of ways, even at this ungodly hour- no, they were his hands: strong, tough, slightly calloused fingertips creating paths of electricity across your cheek, tracing your jawline and continuing their beautiful torture down the curve of your neck to your collarbones. Despite the rough texture of the pads of his fingers, they caress your figure in the gentlest way, forming delicate, intricate patterns along their trails, moving every so softly down the center of your chest, just skipping the swell of your breasts and quickly stroking your stomach, dipping below your abdomen and applying the softest pressure on your most sensitive area. Your eyes fly open at this sudden touch, your hands suddenly gripping the solid arm resting across your bare stomach.

He's lying on his side right next to you, so close that his chest is touching your shoulder, dark curls sticking up in every direction, his head propped up on his otherwise unoccupied hand as he looked down at you with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Oh, good," he draws out slowly in your ear, his voice deeper and raspier than usual, still thick with sleep. "You're up." You can see his bicep flexing as his fingers continue a little bit downward to probe you further, forcing a subdued moan from the back of your throat.

"Harry," you gasp, almost inaudibly due to the unusual way you were being woken up this morning. Your eyes flit over to the slightly cracked window to your left, noting the mild breeze floating throughout the room and the first few rays of sunlight just barely illuminating your skin; it couldn't be much later than seven in the morning. Your eyes shut slowly as you attempt to articulate the remainder of your sentence, but your breath was taken away as you felt his touch even deeper inside you, hardly tracing that one specific spot that causes you to writhe and pant at his command.

"What is it, babe?" He questions you, and although you can't see him at the moment, you can practically hear that damn smirk on his face, so evident in his voice it made your blood boil. He never ceases his movements, but instead he slows them to a pace in which you almost couldn't feel them; and yet they drive you mad.

You speak through gritted teeth, irritated with his teasing and even more with the satisfaction he was getting from this. "It's...too....early," you force out in between pants, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm in an attempt to pry his hand off of you.

His movements halt inside of you, giving you just a moment to clear your head. "Oh, love," he breathes into your ear, a dark, short snicker escape his lips, "there's never a moment during the day that I don't want you." With that, his tormenting begins again, this time a bit quicker than last; but his fingers still move rather slowly.

You try with all your might to hold back the long string of moans you know is surely on its way, biting your lip so hard you recognize the metallic taste of blood on your tongue, but you know it won't be long until you give in to him. You fight it for as long as you can, despite the sensations flowing throughout your body, building faster and stronger until you thought you would burst.

You feel chapped, plump lips pressing themselves against your ear. "Come on, babe," he murmurs it that raspy voice of his. "You know you want it as much as I do." You're so lost in the magic he was working on your own body that you hadn't realized something rather hard forcefully pressing into your side, making his own need very known to you.