Harry James potter smuts

little potter

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He pushed you in the desk, letting you rest on it until he was going to push you on the bed. His scent covered you entirely, his hands on your lower waist peeking closer to the hem of your sweatpants. His tongue was devouring your mouth, not patient enough to wait until he fucked you mercilessly. Not that he was in a bad mood, he just wanted to feel you and your soaked cunt. You tried to catch your breath, but harry's neediness wasn't going to let you escape that easily. His arms pulled you closer, one of his hands creeping under the revealing pijama top you were wearing.

A wave of shiver went trought your body, but he was too concentrated on taking your clothes off so he didn't notice. The top went off first, then the bra and the pants so you were almost fully naked in front of him. He untied his tie quickly, then you both started working on the buttons of his shirt. He threw it in the corner of the room, flexing his muscles while picking you up from the desk.

He threw you on the bed, and breathlessly he shoved your knickers down your trembling legs. You fastly opened your thighs for him, and in a second his cock was springing free, hard as a rock. You couldn't help but whimper and tighten your pussy at the view, a wave of arousal coating your walls. He got on top of you, grabbing your hair and with a quick manoeuvre he spun you around so your bum was up in the air. With one hand, he grabbed your hair and formed a messy ponytail, while the other went in front of your mouth so you could spit in it. You did as you were taught, then he spit too, combining both of your scents. He lubed his cock and spilled out a groan, making you clench around nothing.

He grabbed his dick and ran it trough your folds, teasing both of you. Then he pushed in slowly with a low moan, and a familiar stretch full of euphoria filled you. You started crying and whimpering as he fastened his pace, the melodic sounds filling up his ears. As he went quicker and quicker, something odd was bothering your stomach. 'probably just my orgasm', you thought, but you weren't so sure about that. You started moaning louder and louder, trying to ignore whatever made you feel weird. Even if he absolutely loved how you cry for him, harry liked more when you acted like his patient personal slut, so he wasn't so happy about the change of volume.

"Shut the fuck up", harry said as he pulled your hair, making you let out a scream.

He was pushing deeper and deeper, and you were on cloud nine combined with hell. You felt his cock twitching every time you sniffled or squirmed, and you let out a little laugh when you realised. He suddenly pushed his index finger in your other hole, earning a gasp from you. He pulled your hair so you could look in his eyes while he was abusing both of your holes. The strange feeling intensified, and it definitely wasn't the orgasm. But harry didn't noticed your uncomfortable gaze so he kept his fast pace, thrusting with both his finger and dick. You also didn't wanted to use the safeword for such a little thing. You clenched hard around him - he found your spongy spot. A few tears started running down your cheeks, but you yet didn't know if it was the pain or the pleasure. The feeling instesified. But you didn't want to disappoint harry. With a few other pleasurable but painful thrusts, you felt like you were dying. Something was definetly wrong. "maybe i could wait until harry finishes" ,

you thought to yourself. Now you tried to hold on for dear life, not to feel good. But you weren't tough enough.

"Red! Harry, stop! R-red!" you screamed as you broke down, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it in your face.

Harry quickly pulled out and left you some space, massaging your shoulder up and down reassuringly and lovingly. He was very concerned, but he tried not to show it. Random throughts were running trough his head, one worse than another. There were so many opportunities: what if you wanted to break up with him? what if he was too rough and you never wanted to have sex again with him? what if you started hating him? You never used the safeword until that day.