Amante de la seducción, el deseo y pasión absoluta. Fe en los versos, la poesía, la fantasía, el identificarme en cada publicación, la ilusión de vivir entre este gran mundo ,mi mundo.
Y al final. Todo se cumplió. Cada uno de sus peores temores cobraron vida ante sus ojos. Una tras otra, sus más terroríficas pesadillas la nutrieron de pavor, de angustia, de paranoia. Qué parabólico es recordar ahora que aquél terror, fue el mismo que la exoneró de tal martirio.
Mi amor, el problema nunca
fue perderte,
el problema fue quedarme donde no había lugar para mí.
El tiempo pasó
como pasan las cosas que no vuelven,
y tan solo te conviertes en un fragmento del tiempo
que siempre será recordado como algo que nunca existió.
Yo solo era una historia para alguien a quien no le gustaba leer. Saltaba fragmentos importantes de mí, incluso cuando se los hacía saber de alguna forma u otra. Todo fue confuso y distorsionado, desde el principio hasta el final. Cada vez que mostraba partes de mí, con pausas necesarias, ella jamás me quiso entender; por eso leer también es un acto de amor, y no todos saben quedarse cuando la historia se vuelve profunda.
Me encantaría dedicarle a alguien mis poemas, fotografías y dibujos; leerle cuentos, cantarle y robarle sonrisas. Desearía mostrarle los secretos de esta vida breve y sobrepensada. Realmente disfrutaría desposar mi pasión en el alma de otro.
En muchas ocasiones, sufrir es recordar cómo llegamos a amar con las manos abiertas, con esa certeza de que todo lo verdadero es eterno. Sufrimos con la misma intensidad que amamos, porque entregarlo todo también significa perderlo todo.
Summary: Harry wakes you up in the morning with something on his mind…though he’s going to take awhile to get to it.
Words: 1.7k
Warnings: smut, edging, use of toys, fem!reader, denial of orgasm, praise kink, bit of dom!h
"Fuck." You moaned, drawing out the end of the word, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees were being held against your chest, not by you, your arms were too weak at this point to do anything but clutch the sheets around you.
You didn't plan on being in this situation in the early hours of the morning, but you woke up with lips grazing your neck, and a cuddly Harry clinging onto you, you knew he had something on his mind.
"M'gonna cum, Harry." You breathlessly moaned out, body squirming and writhing.
He continued to slowly lap at your puffy, slick core, which he had been doing for the past thirty minutes. He claimed the slow movements were for you, but you knew they were for him. He loved watching you squirm and whine out, knowing he was going to take a long time to get you to your orgasm.
Harry pulled away without warning, the sudden absence of his tongue making you gasp in frustrated confusion. Your thighs clenched instinctively, chasing the heat that had vanished too soon. His fingers, which had been holding you open so perfectly, now trailed up your stomach with deliberate slowness, leaving goosebumps on your arms.
"Harry," You whined, hips bucking against the air. "What the fuck?"
"We're going to wait, sweet girl." His voice was low, almost amused, as he pressed a kiss to your trembling thigh before rising from the bed.
"Harry," You whined in disbelief, propping yourself up on your elbows, watching his bare back disappear into the bathroom. "Where are you going?"
The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving you sprawled across the sheets, thighs still trembling. The faucet turned on and you heard him humming a song, asshole, as if he hadn’t just left you dripping and desperate. You dug your nails into the mattress, resisting the urge to slide your hand between your legs, even as your pulse throbbed there, aching.
The door creaked open again just enough for him to peek out, toothpaste foam smeared at the corners of his mouth. He pointed the toothbrush at you, sternly.
"And if you touch yourself," He said, voice muffled around the toothbrush, "I won’t let you cum. So be a good girl."
You closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the pillows, thighs pressed together in an attempt to relieve the throbbing between them. The sheets were damp beneath you, and you could feel the slickness of your own arousal coating your inner thighs.. Every breath you took was quick, and your fingers held on tighter to the fabric, to keep yourself from touching where you knew you couldn’t right now.
The water in the bathroom continued running, accompanied by the occasional spit of toothpaste into the sink. Your core ached, begging you to relieve it, so you slowly lowered your hand, at first only lightly brushing your cold fingers against your clit. You rubbed slow, featherlight circles around your swollen clit, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure up your spine but nowhere near enough to push you over the edge.
Then…..silence. The water shut off abruptly. Your fingers stopped instantly, heart hammering against your ribs as you waited for the creak of the bathroom door. But nothing came. Just Harry’s quiet chuckle from behind the door, like he knew, like he could fucking sense what you did across the room.
“Tsk tsk,” He murmured, voice dripping with a mock of disappointment.
You held your breath, fingers twitching where they hovered just above your clit…you were so close, so close.....but you forced yourself to pull away at the last second.
The water ran for another agonizing moment before shutting off. Silence. Then, the creak of the bathroom door swung open.
Harry walked back into the room, you didn’t dare look at him. The bed dipped as he climbed onto it, his fingers brushed yours, slow and deliberate, prying your clenched hand away from the sheets. Your pulse leapt into your throat.
"Did you touch yourself?" He asked, voice so gentle it made your stomach churn. The pad of his thumb stroked over your wrist. You could lie…you should lie.
"A little," You whispered. "J-just a little."
Harry’s lips curved into a smile, the kind that made your thighs press tighter together without meaning to. His grip on your wrist tightened just enough to keep you from squirming away as he lifted your fingers to his mouth. The first brush of his tongue against your fingertips sent a shockwave of heat straight to your core, his eyes never leaving yours as he dragged the flat of his tongue along the pads of your fingers, tasting the reminisce of arousal.
"Mmm," He hummed, closing his lips around your middle finger and sucking lightly. The vibration of his voice traveled straight to your clit, and you whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily. "Sweet girl," He murmured, releasing your finger with a soft pop. "Couldn’t even wait five minutes for me, could you?"
His palm pressed against your pussy with a rough, sudden pressure…not a slap, but the flatness of his hand grinding against you, the friction was brutal and perfect. You arched off the bed with a punched-out moan, thighs snapping shut around his wrist instinctively, but Harry didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed harder, his fingers wide to drag your slickness in circles over your clit, the heel of his hand relentlessly digging into your sensitive folds.
“There you go.” Harry murmured, watching your face twist with overstimulated pleasure as his palm worked slowly. Your hips jerked up into the contact, chasing the pressure, but he adjusted the angle just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. “Fuck, look at you…so fucking pretty when you’re desperate.”
Harry’s palm stilled abruptly, his touch gentling as he smoothed the damp hair from your forehead.
"You okay?" He murmured, his voice sincere, wanting to make sure you were still okay with his antics. You managed a weak nod, your throat too tight to speak, and his lips curved into that slow, knowing smile.
"Don’t worry, honey," He whispered. "I’ll let you cum."
You heard the rattle of the nightstand drawer, the clatter of something plastic being knocked aside. Your breath hitched when his hand reappeared, a pink vibrator in hand. He clicked it on, letting it sit on the lowest setting.
Harry didn’t rush. He dragged the tip of the vibrator down your stomach, until it hovered just above your clit, but not close enough to relieve the ache. You whimpered, hips lifting instinctively, but he tutted, pressing his free hand flat against your abdomen to hold you down.
"Patience"
The vibrator skimmed over your clit so lightly you barely felt it, just a little teasing before Harry yanked it away.
Your breathing stopped for a moment, but he only smirked, quickly setting the vibrator to the highest setting, and placing it back on your clit. The violent buzz made you yelp, back arching as the vibrations punched through your oversensitive nerves.
Then, just as quickly, he dropped it back to low, which left you gasping, thighs shaking with the aftershocks.
"Harry," You begged, voice cracking, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. "Please...please, I want to cum...please."
Harry didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned back, watching you with a smile as he dragged the vibrator down the inside of your thigh.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” He admired, voice low and rough. The vibrator dipped between your thighs, the tip brushing against your soaked entrance for half a second before he pulled back, leaving you clenching around nothing.
The vibrator clicked off before Harry tossed it to the side. Your breath hitched, as his fingers replaced the plastic, slowly tracing your soaked folds. His fingers dipped inside you barely an inch, just enough to make your walls flutter around him, before exiting. Again. Again. He purposely avoided direct pressure on your g-spot, teasing but never giving you what you needed.
He was now fully leaning over you, his other hand feeling your body up, while his lips caressed your entire neck.
“Fuck,” He muttered, lips skimming up your neck. You clenched onto his bicep with one armand lightly bit down on the shoulder in front of you. “You wanna mark me up, sweet girl? Gonna make sure everyone knows who I belong to?”
You couldn’t answer him, your mind was too foggy, so you just let out another moan. Harry chuckled, low and rough, his lips trailing down to your pulse point.
"Okay, sweetheart. You've been so fucking good for me." He grabbed the vibrator he threw to the side. This time, he didn’t tease. "You can cum."
He continued to finger you, this time hitting your g-spot fast and hard, causing you to uncontrollably scream out and writhe in pleasure. The vibrator pressed against your clit on the highest setting, with a similar pressure.
“Harry…Harry, fuck-” Your voice cracked, back arching off the mattress as the pleasure surged through your veins. Your nails dug into his bicep, hard enough to leave indents in his skin, but he didn’t flinch. He just watched you with strong intent, as your body tensed and squirmed.
Your eyes stayed tightly shut as your orgasm ripped through you with a force that left your body aching. A high cry escaped from your throat. Your hips jerked uncontrollably, riding out the waves as warmth gushed between your thighs, soaking Harry’s fingers and the sheets beneath you. The vibrator against your clit sent aftershocks sparking through your nerves, dragging the pleasure out until it was borderline painful.
Your body sagged into the mattress, like you were all of a sudden boneless. The vibrator slipped from Harry’s grip, clattering onto the sheets as your thighs clamped shut instinctively, oversensitive and twitching. He gently removed his finger, letting your body adjust to the sudden emptiness.
“Jesus Christ,” Harry murmured, voice thick with awe. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your heaving sternum, then another just below your collarbone, easing you in the aftermath of your climax. “Look at you.” His palm smoothed over your stomach, grounding you as your breath evened out. “So fucking perfect. Took it so well, sweet girl.”
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