This isn't really much, just smut. Like I didn't even give the girl a name lol. I just had the idea of sleepy, needy harry and I wanted to write about it 😩

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She woke up to the feel of something slippery and hard nudging at her thigh.

At first, she thought she was just dreaming it. There was no way that he could already be up, not when they had just fallen asleep only a few hours ago, with their late night antics having kept them awake well into the dark hours of the morning. Perhaps what she had felt prodding against her thigh was just the reminiscent feel of him and where he had been, accompanied with the faint ache in her center from his relentless pounding and clawing and groaning. Perhaps she was just hallucinating from her deep slumber.

Her eyes opened and closed slowly a few times, not willing to wake up. She was going to go back to sleep if it weren't for the breath that fanned across her ear, followed by another nudge against her bare thigh beneath the sheets.

"Baby," a throaty, breathless whimper was spluttered into the back of her neck. So she hadn't been dreaming. He was, in fact, erect and swollen against her leg at some ridiculously early hour in the morning. Her eyes finally peeled open against the stream of morning light that bled through the window, signaling that it had to be no later than six or seven. Everything was quiet and still except for the man laying behind her, spooning her curled up body with his nose pressing into her shoulder blades as he whined again under his audible breathing.

"H-Harry?" she rubbed her lips together, groggily, peering back to look at him through hooded eyelids.

"Love, I-" He choked on his own words when the slight movement of her body caused her bum to rub against him. A sharp grunt left his swollen lips, primal and deep and sending a chill through her spine, and his eyes rolled back. "Fuck. I need you."

"Harry," she breathed. She swallowed down the sleep that was still running through her, licking her lips. "It's so early. You need to sleep."

"No. I need to be inside you."

His confession was husky and pleading, a hand gripping fiercely onto her hip and pulling her closer against him. Another moan shook his chest and she couldn't help but watch in awe as his face tensed with the most raw, animalistic need for her, the desire visible in his darkened eyes. He screwed his eyes shut and pressed his cherry lips tightly together, nostrils flaring with each breath he exhaled as he began to rock against her, his length easily gliding between the cushion of her thighs due to the wetness that oozed from the tip of it. It was as though he wasn't even controlling each jerk of his hips; his motions were guided by the engorged bulb of his dick rather than his own brain.

She couldn't tell him to stop. She was still sore, and tired beyond belief, but her body craved him. Her natural response was to meet his movements, her throat bobbing while her own hips pressed back into his. The silkiness of his shaft grazed against her slit, rubbing in just the right spot to have her toes curl up. It was hard to believe that after countless rounds of getting lost in each other just hours ago, it could still feel like they were starved- his nails dug into her soft flesh and his breath quickened against her neck, and the weight of his cock against her leg seemed to get increasingly heavier, if that was even possible.

"Oh my god," he hissed quietly. Harry's forehead pressed into her back and he wound his arm around her waist, hand splaying against her stomach. The veins in his arm were strained against the skin from how desperately he was clinging onto her, as though losing contact with her soft, naked body for even a second would result in him bursting right then and there.

"Did you.. not get enough last night?" The girl in his arms managed to whisper, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip as she, herself, stifled a moan.

"I can never get enough," he told her. His hips shot forward once more in a particularly violent manner, forcing his erection to press harder against her dampening cunt. The involuntary action had them both gasping for air.

"Harry-"

"Holy shit. Baby, I need to be inside you. I need it, please- oh god." Harry groaned frantically, his legs encompassing hers as he wrapped his entire body around her, allowing no room for even the air to come between their flushed skin. He needed her more than he could express in low moans and chopped pleas- it was more than just lust, it was a primitive sense of need that had clawed inside of him and woken him up despite the fact that he was also still tired and raw from fucking her all night long. He needed to feel her wet walls clasped around him in the same way that he needed to breathe and eat and sleep.

He truly felt, as absurd as it may have sounded, that he would have stopped breathing all together if he didn't get to bury himself inside her.

"I'll take care of you," she spoke up, sympathetic of his desperation, and maneuvering herself in his hold so she was facing him. Her hands cupped his face and she sponged a few kisses to his reddened cheeks.

Harry nodded profusely, gasping softly. "Please- it hurts." He bit his lip and looked down at himself, at the the red tip that leaked onto the sheet, leaving behind a wet stain, and the pale blue veins that bulged incessantly along the length of his shaft, aching to be engulfed by her tight warmth.

"I know, I know."

His girl pressed another kiss to his lips before turning her body back around, her spine to his chest. She reached behind her and blindly grabbed ahold of his cock, stroking the hard thick of it in her palm a few times to make him give a little sigh in her ear, and then lined it up with herself. All it took was a careless, eager thrust of his hips for his girth to drive into her, the snug and familiar fit inviting a deep howl to leave his lips.

"Oh." Harry gulped and laughed a little, already hysterical just from the intoxicating feel of her wrapped around him. He pressed one hand over her waist and another against the mattress and lifted one leg up a bit, so that he could have some leverage while pulling his hips back and jerking them forward again in a deep thrust that had the girl beside him whining softly.

"Good?" She reached for his hand and covered it with hers as he continued to slam his hips in a messy rhythm.

"Yes," a pant burst past his lips and he grunted, burying his face in her neck. "Oh baby, so good. So tight."

Harry's chocolate hair was tickling her neck and the curls covering his calves brushed against her smooth legs, small details that she could barely make out in the haze of it all. It was a chaotic, sleepy mess of entwined limbs and uneven breathing and skin smacking against skin. The sounds of their bodies joining together made him drunk, his cheeks puffed out as he thrusted into her and smelled her sweet skin and felt her body tremble in his arms. It was exactly what he'd needed- what he craved. There was hardly any energy left in his body from how many times he had already taken her, but yet his movements were still quick and eager; it was simply pure, animal magnetism that kept him going.

"I can't-" Harry croaked into her neck. He didn't know exactly what he was saying he couldn't do; he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he couldn't speak.

She didn't get the chance to respond because soon he was pressing his warm tongue against her skin, licking and lapping and sucking while his cock buried itself in her cunt repeatedly. He hummed in satisfaction, as though the barely-there sheen of sweat on her neck was the best thing he had ever tasted. She writhed against his body as he sucked on a particularly sensitive patch of skin below her ear, causing her walls to tighten around him.

"Harry- I," she painted quietly, turning her face into the pillow to conceal the ecstasy written all over it. Her hand lifted up to thread through his hair, gripping it tightly to exert the pressure ballooning in her core as well as to keep his face buried in her neck and his tongue swiping over her skin.

Only he could have every nerve in her body awakened at such an early hour of the morning. It was when she began to see white little stars tainting her vision that he pulled out of her, only long enough for him to move over her body and slip back in, his palms pressed into the pillow on either side of her head to keep himself up.

"I fucking love you," Harry bleated, eyes feverishly darting over her face as if to memorize every detail of how she looked right then- mouth parted, faint bags beneath her eyes, hair sprawled across the white pillow. She was beautiful and he was inside her and she was his.

"Yeah," she spoke dazedly. The pressure in her center was starting to plateau; the orgasmic drowsiness replaced her tingling nerves and she felt like she was useless. All she could do was wrap her legs and arms around him, heels digging into his bum and her hands flat against his shoulder blades. She sighed and moaned, his sloppy thrusts slowing down enough for her to feel every vein and ridge in his length as it pummeled into her. Her head lifted up weakly so their lips could meet, a thoughtless kiss shared between them that she could feel him whimper into, evidence of how quickly his peak was approaching.

Harry collapsed on top of her when he finished. His body jolted and her hand ran soothingly through his hair to help him through it, incoherent mumbles being spluttered into the skin of her collarbones while he breathed raggedly. He was absolutely spent; it was annoying almost, how much cum he released inside her, because it physically felt like he was being drained of every last ounce of energy in his body.

"Fuck," was all he could say when he caught his breath. He lazily blinked and turned his cheek against her chest, using her small frame as his personal mattress, his softening cock still tucked in her warm pocket. She was too exhausted herself to tell him to move, despite the fact that all one hundred and odd pounds of him were resting on top of her- she simply breathed out a sigh and kissed his glistening forehead.

"Hurt still?"

"Nope," he laughed hoarsely, fingers brushing against her ribcage as he held onto her. "All better."

"Good. You must be tired," she mumbled, lips puckering in concern and her eyebrows furrowing. It was natural, for her to be as exhausted and sore as she was, and still be more worried about the boy with chocolate curls and cherry lips who was laying on her. She figured that was what happened when you loved someone.

He turned his head so his chin was propped up just above her breasts. "You must be, too," he said with a lazily raised a brow. "How many go's have we had now? Four?"

She shook her head. "Five," she corrected him with a light smile. "Last night was four, now it's five."

"Oh," Harry sighed and sheepishly rubbed his lips together. He couldn't help but notice the bags beneath her eyes and feel like they were there because of him. "M'sorry. It's just- well, I feel sometimes like I just have to have you, you know?"

His embarrassment ridden cheeks made her frown. She tugged at his plump bottom lip with her thumb and kissed the tip of his flushed nose. "I do know. I feel the same way."

"Yeah?"

"Yes," she nodded and pulled the blankets over their entwined bodies and yawned quietly. If she had been sleepy before, she felt like she would close her eyes and never wake up now, her post-orgasm haze leaving her body feeling heavy and numb. There were no words spoken after that, the shared fatigue between them saying enough as he laid his head back down on her chest and drifted away, the both of them slumbering well into the day.

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