Harry James potter smuts

Gamer boy

You smile against Harry's neck where you'd buried your face after begging him profusely to let you sit on his lap while he games, your chests pressed together. The occasional voices of his friends screaming leaked from his headset secured on his ears.

"Cover my left," He ordered his friends, the frantic clacking of his controller filled the air. "I said, cover my left, you assholes!"

He exclaimed in frustration. The sound of his authoritative commands and demeaning words that he'd generally use on you in a different context made you shamelessly needy.

You began to place tiny, nearly insignificant kisses on his neck. Driven with mischief, your hands found his clothed chest. You giggled, pressing your hips on his where you straddled him.

With your lips on his neck, you could feel his breathing hitch. This only encouraged you more; your kisses became bolder, longer, and more prominent along the vein that ran along the expanse of his exposed neck.

He sighed into his mic, eyes flitting from the screen to yours as a warning. You shrugged it off, continuing your abuse on his neck as you began to suck hickeys on it.

"Bunny," He warned you again, using the nickname preserved for times in bed. But it only acted like wood to the fire blazing in your core instead of extinguishing it.

You heard a laugh coming from his headset following his warning, "Don't tell me you have your girlfriend around," You heard Ron joke. "Bunny!" Seamus said in a mocking voice, imitating your boyfriend.

Blood rushed to Harry's cheeks as he hastily came up with a comeback as friendly banter, but you knew he hated losing his dominance.

You basked in his frustration, resuming your teasing on your boyfriend to add to that of his friends. One of your hands slipped under his t-shirt, tracing his defined abs earned from hard hours of Quidditch practice.

Noticing your actions, Harry tried to pull your hand away, but immediately having to focus back to his game as his character groaned in near-death. He pulled his hand back on his controller in defeat.

You smirked, your fingernail found his v-line, running it over his v-line as it disappeared into his pants that hung over his waist. Harry's words started to stammer with each one of your teasing movements. You were so close to getting what you wanted.

And you knew exactly how to get it. Your hands slipped out of his tee, obediently reaching his shoulders where you grabbed them for innocent support. Harry sighed in relief presuming you were getting tired.

In contrast to his beliefs, you finally rut your hips along his, turning his sigh into a coughing fit from surprise. You met his eyes and gave him a sweet smile. You could feel his growing bulge in his pants with each action of yours.

Your cunt dragged along his hard-on under your skirt, you hadn't bothered to wear any panties since you were indoors anyway, so your arousal dripped on his lap, coating his cock along with the light coloured pajamas he was wearing.

You looked up to grin at him but were met with his hand wrapped along your throat, closed so tight you couldn't pass a sound through your airways. "Guys I'm gonna go *AFK for a second, I'll be right back," Harry said into the mic, throwing his headset on his desk as he grabbed you.

With two long strides with you in his arms, he brought you to his bed, throwing you on his mattress and taking his shirt off before climbing in, ignoring your whines of shock.

"You little brat, think it's okay to tease me like that and you'll get away with it?" His voice was deep in your ear, his hands making quick work on getting you open for him. "Gonna make you regret it, you'll think twice before pulling stunts like this again."

He didn't bother getting you naked and you knew its because 'brats like you get fucked half-naked like whores picked up from streets' he's said this countless times, enough for it to be etched in your memory.

Pushing your t-shirt up to your shoulders, he let your breasts be exposed to the chilly air conditioned air. One of his hands smacked your tits while the other slide up your quivering leg, hiking your skirt up to your waist to reveal your dripping cunt. Harry tutted at the sight, mumbling, "You're ruining the bedsheets." You could sense the hint of pride in his voice. He made you this wet.

He dragged his finger along your drenched slit, letting his digit coat in your arousal. You whimpered loudly at the contact, louder when his finger slipped in, rocking it back and forth.

He pushed in two more, stretching you out deliciously. "Harry, please!" You nearly screamed as he picked his pace, slamming his digits in you.

He hovered closer, "Please what? Want my cock?" He whispered in your ear, letting his fingers slip out as he steadied himself on his forearms on your sides.

You nodded, "Please yes, plea- Oh!" You exclaimed at his tip poking in your wet folds, steadily sliding in. "Daddy!" You cried, his dick filling you to the brim.

"Shut up, slut, you wanted this. Now shut up and take it," He degraded you, lips latching on your neck. His hips drove in you, stretching you out much more than his fingers.

Sounds of skin slapping filled the otherwise empty room, the only exception being your moans eventually growing louder. You scratched his bare back with your long nails, Harry bit the skin where he'd left hickeys from the stimulation.

His thrusts got more brutal -as if they weren't already brutal enough- sloppily meeting you bucking hips, you were both needy, chasing for a release ever since you'd teased him sitting in his gaming chair.

It wasn't long until you were releasing all over his cock, begging and pleading before he'd given you permission. Your orgasm washed over you, and Harry's wasn't that far either.

You could tell from how wildly his cock twitched with every sloppier thrust, his groans that slipped straight in your ear where he'd buried his face. "Oh fuck-" He moaned, letting himself relish in his orgasm.

He released in you, his semen painting your insides as he pulled out, letting it dribble along. You felt the warm seed coating your core, sticking to your thighs and ruining the bedsheets even further, but you were too tired to care about it, quite literally fucked out as your eyes weighed close.

Harry smirked, the view of his tired girlfriend falling asleep from exhaustion, messy in the aftermath of the punishment swelled his chest with pride.

He let you sleep, wiping you clean with a quick spell, and throwing a blanket over you.

He quickly slid his clothes back on and went back to his game where his friends were waiting. He grinned before putting his headphones back on, gleeful about how he'd gotten away with a quickie.

He put his headset on, fingers moving to unmute himself and he nearly choked on air. Realizing his mic was on unmute this whole time. He coughed nervously.

He put his headset on, fingers moving to unmute himself and he nearly choked on air. Realizing his mic was on unmute this whole time. He coughed nervously.

A wave of snickers came from his headphones, all of his friends had heard what had happened, and now it was their turn to tease him. "You fucking Goat!" Seamus exclaimed.

Ron followed, "For real, did you hear how she was screaming? Jesus Christ Harry. You win."

Harry blushed, at a loss of words. He knew he could ask them to stop if it made him uncomfortable.

But he liked it.