Harry James potter smuts

luck

it had only taken a few drops of liquid luck for harry to confront horace slughorn.

"i'll keep it just in case," harry shrugged after your objections. ron thought you were mental for wanting him to get rid of it, but you had a bad idea about something like that lying around. it was only because you cared about him and didn't want him getting into anything dangerous ─ despite the constant adventures harry found himself in. he was your best friend, after all. for your friend's sake, you let it go and respected his decision.

until today.

"hey, potter!" draco malfoy walked past, taunting harry. "maybe if your little girlfriend, l/n, gives you a kiss for good luck, you won't lose terribly." sending the snickering boy a nasty glare and trying to hide a fiery blush, you turned and were shocked to see harry had pulled out his remaining liquid luck. he was an incredible quidditch player and malfoy teased all the time, yet today it had turned his cheeks red and prompted him to take a swig of the concoction.

"harry, you can't!" you gaped in disbelief, too late to stop him. "y/n's right, harry!" hermione agreed. "you can get into serious trouble for using that!" ron patted harry on the back, disregarding the two of you.

"don't listen to them, mate, you're going to crush slytherin."

"fucking idiot..." you muttered under your breath, shivering underneath your crimson scarf as harry confidently made his way onto the field. the match started and you couldn't help but be somewhat amused by the angry faces of the opposing slytherins. harry flew past them, performing amazingly.

you were still infuriated at him for doing something so bloody reckless but... a part of you found his new found confidence extremely attractive. despite everything, harry was on the shyer side and that bright, almost cocky grin he wore right now? you could definitely get used to it.

along with the rest of your house, you and hermione stood and cheered as soon as the match came to an end. "and gryffindor wins!" a radiating smirk met you from harry as you locked eyes, your cheeks going as red as a weasley. walking over to you, back straight and head high, your heart took a much too fast pace at the sight of your victorious friend. "i'm still mad at you," you blurted ─ to your sudden embarrassment ─ and harry laughed. "but you played really well out there."

his eyes were set on your arms now and you pursed your lips nervously. "you're shivering," he said plainly. "are you cold?" lips letting out a shaky laugh, you rolled your eyes. "yes captain obvious, it's fucking cold out," heavy caps of snow around you reiterated your statement. a gleam in harry's eyes you'd never seen before captivated your attention, refusing to let go even when he spoke. "why don't i warm you up in my dorm then?"

your eyes widened at his proposal, surely he hadn't meant that. it was just the felix, you told yourself, ignoring how fucking turned on you were and the fact that liquid luck didn't cause desire. "get off of it dumbass, this is just the potion," his hand, slightly sweaty, reached for your icy gloved one and his eyes softened, trained on you.

"you're right, the liquid luck is the only reason i'm making a move on you. but the feelings aren't new, i've wanted you for my own for as long as i can remember. i want you, y/n."

sparks flew through your body, warming the cold you'd felt shortly before. you crashed your lips onto harry's and several students had turned to whistle and make comments as the two of you tasted each other's desire. "dorm," you mumbled, now desperate.

the door flew shut behind you and harry grasped your face to let his tongue keep exploring you before stepping back. "once this wears off, you won't regret it will you?" he questioned, clearly having to restrain himself from taking you right against the dorm door.

"i'm not the one under a potion genius," you laughed. "this is all i've wanted for so long so shut up and pin me down." his arms didn't hesitate to take you in them and kiss you again. you were thrown onto the bed, wet kisses assaulting your neck. "harry," you moaned softly. "do that again," he commanded, now kneading a hand on your thigh.

"say my name."

your hand gripped his hair like a railing and you laughed, a bit desperately. "not until you start touching me," as if you hit a button, he switched his attention to getting you unclothed as quickly as he could. a finger slid easily into your already soaked entrance and you moaned like he wanted, loudly. "harry," you gasped.

this was taken as an invitation and suddenly you were being pumped into with three fingers, deeply and swiftly. "harry, harry, yes, like that!" at this point, you were a moaning, babbling mess with your thighs pressing harry's movements. you left crescent marks on his back, digging into him while you orgasmed. the sensation and harry's own throaty groan made you come even harder.

"better not be getting tired, i'm not near finished with you," he kissed you and pulled his fingers out of you, swirling them over his own lips and sucking your cum like a treat. "i could do this all day," you quipped. "and once this luck of yours runs out," you added, your sultry tone making harry's erection bulge right in front of you, "i'm in control."

"let's not waste any time then, y/n."