Harry Potter one shots

Late night broom rides.

Going on broom rides at night with Harry was your "thing".

This night was no different, you snuck out and went on the back of Harry's broom, since you liked holding on to him more that riding your own broom.

Your arms were holding tight around Harry's waist. He was going really fast today, and you felt like you were slipping slightly backwards.

But then, you felt something while you constantly slipped a bit and then moved forwards...

It felt so good, and a bit familiar, that you didn't want to stop, so you didn't.

You moved harder, rocking back and forth on the back of Harry's broom.

It was quite windy outside, so Harry didn't hear your moans at first, but when they progressively started to get louder, he noticed, he also noticed you rocking back and forth on his back and gripping tight at his shirt.

"Sydney what are you doing?" He asked looking back quick and then turning around again.

You couldn't form words, as you moaned and rocked on his broom. When you felt your climax approach you held tight at Harry's torso, digging your face into his back.

Harry started to slow down and fly downhill, receding to the quidditch field. When he landed you were still holding him tightly.

He grabbed your hands and unwrapped them from around his torso, stepping away from his broom.

"Sydney,"

He turned around to face you, you were breathing heavy, hair messy (not like that never happens), and tears from the wind in your eyes.

Harry chuckled, "it looks like you've been fucked to oblivion."

Your eyes met his, he still had a smile on his face, but you didn't. "I couldn't help it." you said in a soft voice, just hard enough for him to hear.

"Oh? Well that means something's not good does it? MeansI have to do something about it I guess." He walked towards you, placing his hands on your hips.

His lips were inches apart from yours, just one move...

"I want you to go on your knees." Harry said suddenly, not looking away from your eyes.

"But- but the ground is wet, and I'm wearing a dress. My knees Harry." It sounded more like e plead than you intended, but what does it matter anyway.

Harry smiled "does it look like I give a fuck Sydney? Like actually." The way he said that made it sound like he was saying something nice.

There was nothing gonna convince him, so you obliged. You dropped to your knees and began unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, zipping the zipper down.

You lowered his pants and underwear just enough so you could take it in your mouth. (ew dkw but I cringed a little)

Your lips touched his tip slightly, when you wrapped your fingers around him, he held your head.

He gave your head a little push, encouraging you, so you took him in your mouth and began moving back and forth.

Harry tensed up immediately and threw his head back, his hand not leaving your head.

"Fuck baby, you're so good at this." he kept praising you.

Few minutes later you felt his dick twitch (?) and noticed he was reaching his climax. And you were right, because not a second later he spoke up between his moans and groans "baby I think- I'm gonna -oh fuck- I think I'm gonna come."

And true to his word, he did.

When he finished you took him out of your mouth and began standing up, wiping your mouth, making sure nothing was on your face.

Harry zipped his pants up again and, lets say, tried regaining his breath.

You stepped closer to him, leaving almost no space between you two. He looked at you, still breathing heavily. "You did so good baby." he breathed.

You gave him an, almost, innocent smile "thank you."

He bend down to beside your ear and started kissing your neck. His hands found your back and he started lifting you up from under your ass, forcing you to wrap your legs around him.

He carried you over and sat you down on a bench? you thought. Your arms snaked around his neck.

Harry's lips traveled down your jaw, neck, chest. A slight moan escaped your lips. He pressed himself against you, making you gasp.

Right before you started rocking against him, he kissed your ear and spoke up "I'm going to bed."

That little shit.

He stood up, was that a grin? on his face.

You looked up at him in disbelieve "what?" you asked, voice low.

He lifted your chin "shouldn't have pulled that back on the broom baby. That's just what you get." and with that he left, he left you completely alone in the field, trying to figure out what to do.

-authors note-

A shorter one today, I don't know what symptoms there are for when a man reaches his climax, this is just what I read so please correct me? (😭) Anyway thought this was a nice concept, lmk if you liked it!