Sweetened || HS AU (COMPLETED)

• fifty-three •

| Jailen |

The feeling of Harry's fingers trailing down my thigh was enough to stir me out of my sleep. He did it every night, almost as if he had to to stay asleep. But tonight felt different.

I felt different. I was horny, wet enough that if I wasn't pregnant, I would assume I had started my period while I was asleep. But the throbbing of my clit was a dead giveaway that I was indeed just horny.

I peeked an eye open to look at the clock on Harry's bedside table. It wasn't even 7 am yet. I inhaled deeply and screwed my eyes shut again. Harry was still asleep, I figured by how heavy his breathing was against the back of my neck. Somehow during the night, we had shifted so that my back was against his chest, but we were still skin to skin, and if I hadn't insisted on the room being 62 degrees, we'd be sweating right now.

I squeezed my thighs together, breathing out a soft moan at the short-lived relief. If I could just go back to sleep, I'd be fine.

Except it was easier said than done.

I was being tortured. I couldn't move too much because I didn't want to disturb Harry but it was almost impossible to stay still, especially when his fingers were continuously rubbing over my thigh, leaving goosebumps behind.

I was frustrated, my clit aching and my breathing heavy as yet another five minutes passed. And then another. And another until I just couldn't take it anymore.

Fuck it. I need some kind of relief.

I tossed the cover off me and went to get off the bed, but Harry reacted quickly. His arm tightened around my waist and pulled me back against his chest.

"Why are you leaving me?" He mumbled against my ear, his voice doing nothing to soothe my need to be touched.

I shivered, "I have to do something."

"Do what?" His lips brushed against my earlobe and I all but moaned as I pressed myself to him.

"Harry-"

"You've been restless for the past twenty minutes, Jailen, you don't think I know that your pussy is begging to be touched right now?" Harry whispered, his fingers trailing closer to the middle of my thighs, "And you were gonna go play without me? Naughty, naughty girl"

"I didn't want to wake you," I breathed out as he moved his head to press his lips to my neck.

"I've been awake just as long as you have, sweetie. I wanted to see how long you'd let yourself suffer before you gave in." He chuckled, tracing the hem of my panties.

"Please, no teasing, Harry. I need this, I need you," I huffed pathetically. And to my surprise, he obliged immediately, his fingers slipping inside my panties before I could finish my sentence.

I moaned out as he glided over my clit, his hand warm from being under the blanket. I dropped my hand between my legs as well, resting it on top of his as I moved my hips back and forth slightly.

"So fucking wet," He nipped at my neck, the pace he had between my legs steady and firm, "Is this all for me?"

The effect he had on my body at this very moment would scar women and men for lifetimes. In every lifetime where we were destined to be together, they would feel what I was feeling right now. My body was on fire. Pressed against his, I wasn't able to think straight.

He pushed his hips into me from behind, his dick hard and alert as he left a mark on my neck.

"All for you," I managed to whisper, hating that his fingers weren't enough, "I need to feel y-you."