Harry James potter smuts

vulnerability

You thought about it before, losing your virginity, but what teen hadn't? It was hard not to think about it when all of your friends did, leaving you alone, waiting for your brain to let go of the insecurities, and just let it happen. You knew Harry would be the one, you just couldn't get past the thought of someone else seeing you in such a vulnerable state.

Another game won, another party in the Gryffindor common room, the same tipsy couple strayed away from the crowd sat in Harry's dorm kissing each other breathless. It was all routine, and you knew it would stop just as his hands began to wander, leaving you wanting more, but the courage to ask for more being caught in your throat.

Just as you had predicted, just as it had happened before, his hand reached under your shirt, fingers brushing the underside of your tit, and he abruptly jumped away. "I'm sorry, love--"

"Can we go further?" you asked and his eyes met yours, shining in the dim light, clouded with thoughts. "We don't have to if you don't want to, Harry. It was just a suggestion."

"No, I want to, trust me I do. I just know you're a--"

"A virgin?"

"Yes, that. I don't wanna pressure you, I mean, are you sure you're ready? Cause I need you to be 100 percent sure for me, you know?"

And God did he want to.

You laughed, sitting up to peck his cheek. "I'm sure, Harry. I want to."

His lips attached to yours again, and somehow it felt like everything felt faster, like time was rushing around you. He guided you to lay on your back, him being tucked comfortably between your legs. And this time, he let his hands travel under your shirt, kneading and massaging your tits, thumb grazing over your nipple.

Out of instinct, your spine bowed off the bed, his lips trailed down your jawline, your neck, sucking on the sweet spot. Your breath got caught in your throat, and it started to feel good. His hands left your tits, tugging at the bottom of your shirt. "Can I take this off?"

You nodded, humming in agreement, and sitting up to help him pull it off. You moved to cover your chest, but he grabbed your wrists, pulling your arms apart. "It's alright, love, it's just me, " he said, leaning over to kiss you again. "Take yours off, " you said. He obeyed, pulling his shirt over his head, and chuckling at your stare.

You swallowed hard, pulling him back down into a kiss, him quickly breaking it to kiss down your neck, reaching your chest. He looked up at you, sucking small bruises on your tit. Again, just as before, your back arched. He hummed, clearly pleased with himself. His fingers hooked under the waistband of your shorts, pulling away from your chest. "Can I?"

"Only if yours come off too, " you said. He nodded, flashing a smile. He pulled down your shorts, tossing them aside, and tugged his pants off. "You look so pretty, my love, " he praised. He admired the sight before him; you, his love, in just her panties, waiting patiently for his next move.

"Do something, Harry, " you said. He chuckled, leaning back over you. "So impatient. My little girl can't wait, can she?" you whimpered beneath him, involuntary moving your hips, brushing against his hard cock. "S-sorry" you managed out. "Don't be sorry, did that feel good?"

You took a moment to catch his gaze before nodding. "Yeah, " you mumbled shyly.

"You want to do it again?"

"Y-yes, please."

He ground against you, groaning as he did so, watching as your mouth fell open and you sighed in content. "Good girl, " he said. You bucked your hips up in time with his thrusts, craving more pressure, needing it.