Harry James potter smuts

Better

You and Harry had plans for today, but the second you stepped outside, it began to pour.  So you went back inside, made hot chocolate, and wrapped yourselves in fuzzy blankets, and settled into Harry's arms.  After 7 episodes of your favorite show, you decided that this was better than the plans you'd made.  As the end credits played, you turned in Harry's arms so you were facing him. 

He smiled at you, setting aside his empty mug and wrapping his arms around his waist.  You threw a leg over his waist and pressed your lips to his, arms winding around his neck.  "Y/N," he breathed, squeezing your waist.  "Baby, you're so beautiful."  You smiled against his lips, shivering slightly when the blanket slipped from your shoulders.  The rain lashed on the windows, shedding leaves from the trees outside.

You deepened the kiss, grinding down on Harry's quickly hardening cock.  "Harry, baby," you said softly, hands wandering under the hem of Harry's shirt, tracing his bare sides.  He laughed quietly.  "Yes, love?"  "Fuck me."  He didn't need to be told twice: he pulled your (his) hoodie over your head, unhooked your bra, and pushed your leggings and panties off.  He did the same: stripping himself until you were both bare, and he laid you on your back, tossing the blankets aside.

His cock was hard, leaking pre-cum, and you whined.  Harry chuckled.  "Someone's eager."  You wriggled your hips, and Harry laughed again.  "Alright, love, no teasing."  He stroked his cock as he lined himself up, slowly pushing into you.  "Fuck, Harry," you moaned as his cock stretched you.  "You feel so good."  "So do you, baby, fuck, you're so tight."  Harry began thrusting, slow and gentle, his lips finding yours.

When you pulled him closer, Harry let you, tongue parting your lips.  You were bucking your hips to meet his, and Harry fucked you harder, one hand meeting your clit, rubbing slow circles around the bundle of nerves.  "Shit, Y/N, you're perfect," Harry moaned, craning his neck to take one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking.  "Harry, oh fuck baby, I'm close."  "Let go, Y/N, I'm here."  You came, waves of pleasure crashing over your body.

Harry kept rolling his hips, kissing you again.  "I love you," he gushed.  Harry was always an emotional man, always very affectionate, but those feelings surfaced much more when you two made love.  "I love you so much, Y/N.  Merlin, you're perfect."  "I ah-" you broke off when Harry's cock brushed your g-spot.  "I love you too baby.  Shit, I'm gonna come again."  "Will you come with me, baby?"  "Yes!  Fuck, just a little more." 

Harry moaned, his hips stilling as his cock pulsed with his release.  After a moment he pulled out, summoning his wand and casting a cleaning and contraceptive charm before rolling onto his back and pulling you into his arms.  He pulled one of the discarded blankets over you, and you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.  The rain was coming down hard now, and Harry pulled you closer.

"This was better than what we had planned," you mused, and Harry kissed your temple.  "It was."  With a wave of his wand, the fireplace was lit and you mugs of hot chocolate were refilled.  "I love you," Harry repeated, running a hand through your hair.  "So fucking much."  "I love you too, Harry"  As the rain poured down, you were content and warm in the arms of your lover's arms, and that was better than anything.