Harry James potter smuts

saturday morning

It was saturday, one of the best days in the week, when you could sleep and spend time with your lovely boyfriend. The day started great, with a wave of warmth and light creeking through harry's window, hitting you and harry's naked bodies that were tangled under the messy bed sheets. The sunlight arrived at the edge of your eyelids, opening them slowly and carefully.

The first thing you saw and you wanted to see every morning was harry, with his messy raven hair splayed over the pillow you were sharing and his toned abs slowly moving up and down synchronically with his slow breaths.

You got up on your elbows and pecked harry's lips quickly, trying not to wake him up. Before you could get on your feet, something caught your hand in a tight embrace. You turned around and you saw harry looking at you with puppy eyes and a childish pout.

'Trying to escape, hm?' he wispered with his hot morning voice, dragging you back on the mattress and earning a giggle from you. He hugged your torso and placed your fingers in his hair. 'Let's just cuddle for a bit more'

'I really need to go, harry' you said massaging his scalp and kissing the top of his head.

'Where? Did your secret boyfriend told you to meet him at 9:34 in the morning?', he mumbled, even if he was completely lost in your touch.

God, you thought. He must trust me with his life if he makes jokes about that. You chuckled at the ideea, kissing his messy curls again.

'Maybe, but this time I just have to pee.' you spoke and he pouted again. 'Besides, I couldn't shower last evening because your thirsty mouth completely attacked me, harry james potter!'

He started laughing, so you picked a pillow and threw it in his face, with a big grin attached on your lips. He gently grabbed your waist and placed you on top of him, kissing all over your collarbone and neck.

'Isn't your pussy thirsty? Poor thing got nothing last night' he wishpered in your ear with a cocky smirk, starting to travel his lips on the upper part of your tits, but stopping there.

You just tugged on his hair, signaling him that he's got your consent. He started to bit gently on your nipple, playing hard to get moans and whimpers from you. And his plan worked, within a few minutes you were a whimpering mess above him, your pussy getting wetter and wetter every time he touched your delicate skin.

You couldn't ever think someone could treat you the way he did. In his eyes, you were the most fragile diamond in the world and he couldn't risk breaking you. The most expensive jewelry someone could have on this planet, but he was the only one who could wear it. He touched you in the most delicate way you'd ever think, like you were floating every time he did so.

You didn't even noticed he stopped the kissing and slid a hand down your pussy, too lost in his warm embrace. You looked at him, your shiny eyes finding his emerald ones. You placed your hand on his cheek, kissing him with passion and love while he massaged your thighs, teasingly careful.

'Don't wanna ruin the moment, but your hand is a bit tried', he wishpered, pointing at your arm that was shaking due to the lack of pressure it was holding. Right after, he flipped you so he was on top of you, his hand that was before on your thighs now massaging your arm. 'Like that, so much better'

He slid his hand down your stomach again, making you gasp at the suddenly move. He trailed down and down, until he found your clit, all puffy and overused from the night before. He started drawing eights on it, making you moan his name for the first time that morning. You felt his dick twitch above your tummy and his cheeks flushing red. Even after a few years of dating, he could still get flustered that easily.

Your breathing got louder and the pleasure got stronger. God, this man had no idea how good was he with his fingers. And not only with his fingers.

'Does that feel good, angel?' he wishpered in your ear, making it sound like a dirty little secret.

'Yes, yes--ah! so good--mhmmp--so good sir' you said trought your needy moans and whimpers.

He chuckled at the idea that he could make you fall into a subspace that easily.

'Good girl' he praised, circling your hole with his middle finger and playing your clit with his thumb.

'Please! Need it so bad, - ah! - so bad, sir!', you whimpered pathetically, eyes closed shut.

'Such a good puppy, for asking so nice' he said, inserting one digit in your tight hole. In a second, you realised how loud you were and you placed your hand over your mouth, making harry tut.

'None of that, princess' - he said, another finger entering your pussy - 'Let me hear your pretty moans and don't worry, I put the silencing charms'

You grabbed the sheets when harry hit that spot in your pussy that he and only he could find. A tear formed in your eye at the amount of pleasure you were receiving, then it slid down your cheek.

'Can I cum, please?' you said in a breath, trying to hold the delicious(like harry said) liquid in.

'Of course, angel. Make a mess on my fingers'

And right after harry's words, you came. Your legs were spasming and your whole body was trembling. Coming back to reality, you opened your eyes to see a pretty, grinning face laying on your stomach and massaging your thights.

'Was that good, baby?' the handsome boy said, kissing your tummy.

'Mhmm' you mumbled, not able to form a phrase yet.

'Y'think my cock deserves that pretty pussy of yours? It's so fragile I'm afraid I'll destroy it', harry asked, to make sure that you gave him full consent.

'Mhm, pretty please?' you said, pouting your lips in a way harry adored with all his heart.

He didn't answer, he just got up and nodded his head approvingly. He kissed the inside of your thights again, parting your legs so he can see your puffy pussy. He placed them both on his shoulders, making sure you are comfy with the position. Then, with no hesitation, he lined himself up with your entrance and parted your folds, slowly pushing in and resisting the urge not to slam right back into you. Even if you had sex a million times now, he was still treating you like it was your first time. Not that you didn't liked it.

You moaned when all of him entered you and slowly slid back. He started thrusting at a slow pace, waiting for you to adjust with the feeling.

'Faster! please, sir' you pleaded, holding tight his biceps with your hands.

He obliged quietly, getting faster and faster with every slam in your sensitive pussy. You were a moaning mess, combined with curse words and his name. You felt a familiar felling of a nod tightening into you again, growing bigger and bigger until you couldn't keep it in anymore.

'Needa cum' you mumbled-wishpered, breathing heavily in his ear and pleading every single second.

'Me too, baby. I'll fill that pretty cunt of yours with my cum'

With his phrase, you came with an euphoric feeling, and after a few thrusts harry filled you up with his seed. It was so familiar, hot and nice that you could cum again only from the trought.

He collapsed on the bed right next to you. After you came down from your high, you put your head on his collarbone and hugged his torso.

'That was a good one' he wishpered in a cracky voice, interlocking his hand with yours.

'I didn't shower yet', you ignored him and answered.

'Don't worry, I'll come and help you do a bath' he smiled at you reassuringly, kissing the top of your head.

'Would that mean a 2nd sex session?' you smirked and giggled in his arms.

'Maybe... Now get up, love. It's time to clean you up'