Harry James potter smuts

of course, a broom cupboard.

harry potter x fem!reader

warnings: smut, oral sex (fem receiving) praise!kink.

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You were walking to Divination with your friend Lavender, when you suddenly remembered something.

"Lav, did you happen to write down the notes for Professor Trelawney's class yesterday?" you asked, looking through your bag.

"Yes, I did. But you should have done it too,
Y/N!" Lavender scolded

"I'm sorry," you dragged out your words as you walked at her side. "I just get so sleepy in her class with how warm she makes it. And you know how late I stay up,"

"Well maybe you should sleep earlier," she said.

"I've tried, trust me," you assure her as you turn a corner into a crowded corridor.

"Have you tried melatonin or something? I've heard it's a good muggle remedy for bad sleep," she suggested.
"Or you could even ask Professor Snape for a sleeping draught."

"One, I'm muggle-born so yes, I have tried melatonin. And two, Snape despises me and scares me, so I'm good, thanks."

"What do you even do up that late?" she asked. "Maybe one day I should visit your common room and we can have a sleepover!"

"Well, the thing is—" you started, but were interrupted by the person you were going to lie about.

"Y/N!" Harry panted, running up to you.

"Harry, are you okay? What is it?" you ask, noticing his disheveled state.

"I just— wanted to ask you something," he glanced at Lavender for a split second. "In private?" You noticed he had a look of urgency in his eyes, a look of need. You understood quickly what he needed and held back a smirk.

"Oh," you say. "Okay uhm— hey Lav, I'll be in class in a minute, okay?"

"Okay, sure," she says. "See you."

As Lavender walked away, Harry suddenly grabbed your arm and ran down the hallway, dragging you along.

You had a feeling you knew what his behavior was about, but asked him anyway. "Harry, where are we going?"

"In here," he said suddenly, pulling open the door of a broom cupboard and pulling you in with him.

He shut the door and quickly muttered 'colloportus' and 'muffliato' under his breath before turning to you.

You looked at him for a moment. "Hi," you say softly.

"Hi," he responds, mocking your tone.

It was only a matter of seconds before he grabbed your waist to pull you in and smashed his lips onto yours.

You quickly grabbed his face and kissed him back eagerly.

"I missed you," he breathed as he traveled his sloppy kisses down your neck to your collarbone, the cold rim of his glasses sending chills down your spine as they touched your warm skin.

"I missed you too," you say, holding back a whine. You moved your hands to his hair, gripping and tugging.

He latched his lips onto a certain area of your neck and began to suck on it, making you tug his hair again.

"Oh—" you whine as he moves his hands from your waist and up to your breasts, grabbing, squeezing, and softly rubbing his thumbs across your nipples, enhancing both your pleasure.

You move one of your hands down to the growing bulge in his trousers and begin to palm his length through them. "Shit," he groaned.

Your knees grew weaker with every sound he made. He re-attached his lips to yours, grabbed your wrist, and brought it up to the collar of your shirt.