curls // harry potter x fem!reader
summary // while harry is trying to study, you just want your hands in his hair. you both love it — it’s comforting, intimate, personal — but harry shows you how distracting and enjoyable it can really be
warnings // smut, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, “sir” kink, p in v, slight edging, small praise
a/n // what started as a sweet innocent blurb turned dirty 😉 i hope you like this, my first published smut 😆
harry james potter had good hair.
it wasn’t enough for you to just look at it. your hands had to be entwined in each lock, the soft curls tangling themselves in each of your fingers, the scent of sea salt and light mousse flooding your nose and smelling like home.
it had gotten to the point where each time you’d sat next to each other on the common room couch, your hand instinctively slithered up his back and into the spot where his hair met his neck.
every time you were together, it was a subconscious move. harry adored the intimacy and the touch — it made him feel loved and wanted. but that wasn’t to say it couldn’t be, well, distracting.
“once more, please harry!”
harry had your arms pinned down on his bed to keep your hands off his head. he’d told you he wanted to get some work done without you touching his hair, and you’d gotten fake pouty and waited til his back was turned to jump onto him and wrestle him for it. you were not winning.
“i’m trying to study!”
“that’s hilarious.”
“y/n!”
“only kidding!”
harry’s glasses were hanging off the edge of his nose as he looked down at you. “do you promise to let me work for a bit?”
“oh, but why? you love when i touch your hair.”
harry closed his eyes and exhaled. he really did love it. it was just a terrible distraction when he was trying to focus. your hands knew the perfect places to tug to get him going.
“y/n, it’s very sweet, but it can be terribly distracting at times. please. i’m begging you.”
you laughed at him. “fine! merlin, you’re no fun.”
he let go of your wrists and moved back so you could sit upright on the mattress. “i’m plenty of fun. just give me a minute. i’ll be all over you soon.”
you blushed, and snuggled up into his comforter, smelling strongly of his cologne. the smell enveloped you, and soon you’d fallen into the plane between conscious and unconscious. the only thing that brought your eyes back open was the feeling of harry’s hands slithering around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.
“hello, my love,” harry spoke softly. “still wanna put your hands in my hair?”
“more than ever.”
you turned to your other side to face him, your half-open, watery eyes and warm cheeks making harry fawn at your innocence. it was something he’d usually cherished and protected, but right now, it was something he wanted all for himself. something he wanted to ruin. he felt a growing tug in his trousers the longer he stared at you — a sleepy smile tugging at your rosy lips, his jumper hugging your chest, his boxers hugging your thighs.
you moved a hand up to cradle his face. he leaned into your touch, only making him harder, and he knew that soon he wouldn’t be able to contain himself. you were just so precious, so sweet, so gentle with him. he just wanted to ruin it all.
he leaned in to kiss you. butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the meeting of your lips, but when the kiss deepened and you felt harry’s tongue start to slip between your lips, the butterflies slowly morphed into a familiar feeling deep in your stomach begging for release.
harry’s lips were still pressed to yours when he felt your other hand snake into its comfortable position in his hair. the feeling fanned the flames burning within him, and he let out a small hum of pleasure into your mouth. you couldn’t help yourself from smiling at knowing how good your touch made him feel.
“fuck, love,” harry said lowly. “that feels so nice.” he leaned his head back into your hand, and you maintained your grip on his curls.
you giggled at his desperation. “i know.”
your smile made him melt, and that feeling made his cock throb. “i need you so bad, lovely.”
“oh yeah? what’ya need from me, harry?”
your pushback made him crave you even more. “i need to taste you.”
with those words, you were putty in his hands. you nodded eagerly at him, and he quickly pulled down his knickers and your panties in one motion, leaving your soaked cunt bare for him to explore. you put both hands in his hair to steady his head, and he spoke as his head moved down your body, peppering kisses on every inch of exposed skin in between words.
“your hands in my hair are such a distraction, baby,” he said, kissing inside your thighs. “but it’s just too good for me to resist.”
harry looked up at you, your chest bobbing up and down from the anticipation. he adored how flustered you still got when he fucked you. he loved your doe eyes and unknowing lip bite. you were so sexy to him — he loved making you come undone in his arms.
harry licked a stripe up your cunt, sending your eyes to the back of your head and eliciting a strained moan from your lips. his cock twitched at the vision before him. “keep your hands in my hair, and i’ll make you cum in my mouth, angel.”
“yes, sir,” you responded with a smirk, knowing it would make him heat up even more.
harry moved up from his place between your legs to plant a kiss to your lips, and you gasped at the loss of feeling at your core. “good girl,” he whispered, dipping back down to relentlessly lap at your cunt. your grip on his curls grew tighter, only making his movements faster, swirling on your clit and licking between your folds. every time your grip on his hair faltered even the slightest bit, harry sent a slap to the side of your thigh reminding you to maintain your hold.
he brought a hand to your entrance and pushed it in gently, and you knew he was trying to getting you adjusted before inserting himself into you. he kept a steady pace circling your clit and pumped a finger in and out of your cunt, taking in your soft whimpers and moans.
“harry…i-i’m close-” you muttered, but were surprised when harry’s movements stopped altogether.
he rose from his position and undid his trousers, his fully hard cock springing free from his boxers. “i’m not done with you yet, love.” he pumped his cock with his hand and you bit your lip in anticipation.
“turn over, angel,” he ordered, sending a wave of heat down to your core.
you obeyed, slipping harry’s jumper off in the process. his hands found their way to your legs, rubbing the curve of your ass and squeezing the fat of your thighs. “wanna know how good it feels to have your hair toyed with, love?” you looked back to him and nodded, too worked up to form sentences.
harry tutted at your response, but the state you were in was perfect to him. “c’mon, angel, use your words for me.”
you swallowed your desperation and managed to collect yourself. “yes, sir,” you said again, only this time, it followed with harry smacking your ass before responding again with “good girl.”
harry lined himself up with your entrance and pushed into you, incapable of waiting a second longer. you moaned at the sensation, and it made harry’s desire for you burn more fervently. he pumped into you with precision, hitting the tender spot deep in your walls that only he could reach. his hand’s grip on your hips remained firm, until one hand reached up to bunch your hair in his hand and pull your head closer to him. he pulled you up from the bed so your back was pressed to his chest, and he kept his pace drilling into you.
“this is how good you make me feel when you play with my hair, love,” he growled into your ear. “how’s it feel?”
his hands travelled up your body to squeeze your breasts, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning at his words. “‘s so good, sir, you fuck me so good-”
you were cut off by the sound of harry leaving love bites on your neck. you could feel the knot in your stomach starting to unravel.
“baby, i’m gonna cum,” you moaned in between the strokes of his cock.
“that’s alright, my love, cum on my cock for me…you’re just so lovely for me, don’t you know that, sweet angel?”
his words were everything you needed to come undone on his cock. your legs shook from the stimulation and your eyes shut tight as you rode out the wave. harry kept talking you through it, still keeping a steady pace pumping into you.
“fuck, love, you’re so tight when you finish on my cock, feels so good…oh fuck, i’m gonna cum-“
he pulled out of your pulsing cunt and released right onto your back, coating you with white ropes and loving every second you spent covered in his seed. after a moment, he knelt down and pressed kisses to your ass and the undersides of your thighs, letting you know he was there for you. you caught your breath while he made his way to the bathroom to fetch a wet towel to clean you off. his gentle touch on your back and his insistence on asking how you were doing a million times made you smile.
after you’d cleaned up and changed sheets, harry drifted off in your lap, the feeling of your fingers in his hair soothing him and sending him to a deep sleep.
