Harry James potter smuts

Friction

"Oh, god, YN,"
You smirked, rolling your hips again, moaning lowly at the feeling of Harry's hard cock rubbing against your clothed heat. The friction caused by his pyjama bottoms and your knickers made your eyelids flutter as you lent down to kiss him, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth, then flickering your tongue over it. He was putty beneath you, grabbing your hips, your ass, your breasts... whatever he could reach, really.
"Harry," you moaned into his mouth, groaning as he pinched your nipples through the thin material of your top. He grunted, bucking his hips up a little, and you could swear you felt him pulsing as you humped in his bed, muffliato cast around you. "Jesus christ, this feels so good," you sighed breathily, biting your lip hard and tipping your head back, allowing Harry to nibble at your neck. You whispered, grasping his shoulders as your soaked, clothed clit throbbed needily.
"Yn... I'm gonna... gonna..." Harry panted, fingers tangled in your hair.
"Come, baby," you moaned, come in your pants for me, good boy-oh!" You moaned loudly as your release washed over you at the feeling of his twitch cock spurting come into his pants.
Dazed, you crawled next to him, casting a quick scourgify to clear up the sticky mess in your underwear. Harry groaned and tugged you close. "You're amazing, love, you know that?"