harry james potter smut oneshot
ׂ╰┈➤ WARNINGS: NSFW, smut(18+), creampie/stuffing, cockwarming, p in v, overstimulation, nipple play, alcohol, smoking, praise, begging, teasing(kinda), cuddling afterwards
౨ৎ all characters aged up, AU :: exboyfriend!harry x fem!reader :: small plot, smut after
༄ second person POV :: you/yours , y/n
⭑ word count: 3.4k+
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“ share your cigarette ”
-Harry’s POV-
“Get some ladies, man! Have some fun!” Ron’s words rang through Harry’s head, causing him to scoff.
“Have fun, my arse,” Harry mumbled to himself, picking up his drink and taking a thick sip of it. His eyes squeezed from the bite of the strong vodka.
Harry’s back leaned on the wall behind him. The club music pounded in his ears as drinks clinked together and groups of people passed him. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and a nervous Luna had shuffled into the busy crowd near the speakers five minutes ago.
Then, a movement next to him, followed by a clearing of a throat.
“Hey…are you- um, single?” A voice piped over the music. Harry turned his head hesitantly, looking at a young woman. Messy mascara lingered under her eyes, her breath radiating alcohol. Her white teeth covered in gemstones shone at him as she flashed a grin.
This was the fourth time he was hit on tonight.
Disgust flowed over Harry’s body. Lustful women looking for a one-night stand, he thought.
He nodded, looking away from the girl. “Sure.” He replied blandly, almost inaudible. Suddenly, the girl’s hand found his shoulder and rubbed it. Harry flinched away, shrugging her hand off. “That wasn’t an invitation for you to touch me.” He snapped, moving away from her and closer to the crowd. The girl’s hand tugged him back.
“My name’s Annabelle. We could get to know each other-” She insisted pleadingly.
“Let me go.” Harry’s brows furrowed in frustration. He wasn’t in the mood to fight a girl.
“But-”
“Leave me the fuck alone!” Harry hissed, ripping his arm from the girl and urgently moving to the busy bar.
He suddenly remembered what Ron had also told him.
“Forget about y/n. Just for one night!”
He couldn’t forget about you. Not ever.
Your gentle touch. The smell of cinnamon that followed you. Your body.
Pictures flashed through his mind as bright purple lights scattered the bar. Every single curve. Every single imperfection. He loved everything about you.
And he still did.
“One whiskey shot,” Harry told the bartender roughly. After downing his shot, he put his head in his hands. What the fuck am I still doing here? He thought repeatedly. If he wasn’t looking for women or sex right now, why was he staying?
A few seconds later, a giggly, familiar voice broke through the music.
“Five- wait, six tequila shots, please!” A girl yelled over the speakers.
Fuck. He knew exactly who was next to him.
It was you. Your smell. Your voice. Your fun, fiery presence.
His body stilled in realization, lifting his head slowly to glance at a group of shining girls right next to him. The only girl that stood out to him was…you.
You, in that slutty outfit–a black halter top that accentuated the curves of your waist, a mini white shirt that rode up your thighs, and tall heels that made you grow a bit.
His body twitched, like it remembered all the sex–how your body moved on it and how you sucked his cock flawlessly.
God, what Harry would do to get it all back.
To get you back.
You didn’t notice him. Not yet. As the bartender laid the tequila shots in front of them, the four girls took one, while you took two.
“Let’s get fucked up tonightttt!” A dark-haired girl said, earning a laugh from the whole group. Everyone drained their shot glasses, you taking both from each hand.
“Holy shit, y/n!” A blonde girl burst out laughing as you started coughing, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Harry observed your every move, the darkness covering most of his body.
“That was-” another cough, “-horrible. Painful. Fuck.” You choked out. The group roared in laughter, heading to the main crowd.
Harry could feel the warmth leave. The emptiness in his heart ate him alive.
If only he could’ve said something. To say hi. To even get you to look at him.
No balls, Ginny would say if she saw this happening.
Harry shook his head, as if he was able to physically shake the thoughts away. You wouldn't go back to him. Not easily. He knew you too well.
He didn’t want to be there anymore. It was a bad place and a bad time for him right now.
He pushed a fifty-dollar bill to the bartender quietly, moving off his seat to stand. His arm brushed against something—a bedazzled pink wallet with 100 dollar bills sticking out. You had left it behind.
Abruptly, he felt someone bump into him from behind. Turning around, a shorter girl with y/h/c clutched her head.
It was you. Again. Getting your damn wallet.
-your POV-
“Fuck- sorry, dude, I didn’t know you were standing up-” You huffed, stepping back and looking up at a man’s shocked face.
You froze, dropping your hand from your head pathetically.
You knew exactly who this ‘stranger’ was. He was the same man who you were in love with for years.
And you still are. Still in love.
Every single limb in your body felt numb. You wanted to run–anywhere, to avoid talking to him—
Harry.
“It’s fine,” Harry responded quickly, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly while looking at the ground.
“Harry…” You gasped, mouth open in shock. Your face contorted into a look like you were trying to figure out if he was real or not. “I thought- I thought you moved…?” You questioned, brows furrowed.
“No…Ron kinda told me not to, y’know. Long story,” Harry replied, looking softly back into your eyes. Innocence laced his presence as you blinked emptily like you were holding something back.
And you were. God, you were holding everything back. To kiss him, hug him, just feel him again. Hearing his voice didn’t satisfy the warm feeling in your heart. You wanted more.
You nodded towards the bar behind Harry, taking your wallet and placing it in your purse. “You’ve never liked drinking. Change of heart?” You playfully inquired. Harry shifted, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Heartbreak hurts.” He mumbled, playing with the loops on his jean waistband mindlessly.
Your eyes widened, heart sinking quickly. Swiftly, you pulled a pack of cigarettes from your purse and waved them in front of Harry’s face.
“Maybe you’re heartbroken enough for a smoke too?”
Eyebrows raised, Harry hesitantly nodded, following you out of the booming club.
It had been about five months since your and Harry’s breakup. It was mainly over work and also self-improvement.
You had decided that once you’ve gotten your dream job as a fashion designer, you needed time alone. Time to find yourself.
Harry didn’t want to break up with you, which made it a one-sided agreement. You left, anyway, your last words to him being, ‘Maybe we’ll find each other in a better place later.’
And you weren’t lying.
Well, maybe the club wasn’t the best place to find each other.
The cold air compared to the warm building hit you, causing you to shiver slightly. With Harry's back pressed against the hard wall and you in front of him, you lit a cigarette that hung from your glossy lips. Taking a deep breath, the smoke seeped through your parted mouth.
Harry observed your every move, watching you with wide green eyes.
Pinching the cigarette between your fingers, you placed it between Harry’s lips.
A smile crept across your lips. “Never imagined Harry Potter smoking with me outside a club.” You murmured teasingly. Harry rolled his eyes, blowing out smoke.
“How have you been, y/n?” Harry asked, giving your cigarette back.
“Like shit,” You responded, breathing in the cigarette then huffing out smoke. Harry’s face darkened, brows furrowing. You noticed his concerned demeanor. “Busy with work. That’s it, really.” You added quickly.
Silence. You could feel Harry trying to read your body language. He wanted to see right through you, just like he always did. Changing the subject, you asked, “What ‘bout you, Harry? Meeting some new girls?” You giggled, placing your weight on one leg.
Stupid question, you thought. You didn’t actually want to know.
If you had found out he had been, you would die internally.
“No,” Harry replied shortly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You let go of a small breath, relieved. “Not looking to have sex with anyone else, if that’s what you’re asking.”
A tinge of guilt rested inside as you heard the words come out. His easy breaths and his casual, calm tone made your heart flutter, rising to your throat.
Anyone else, he said.
You were the only girl he had ever fallen in love with.
He was the only boy you had ever fallen in love with.
After the breakup, you prayed it would stay that way.
The whips of wind whispered in your ear, as if telling you to say something to fill the silence. Something to assure him you haven’t…moved on. Haven’t moved past the memories that hung in your body for months that you reminisced on daily.
“Yeah. Me neither.” You turned your head to the side, looking at the dark street illuminated by a flickering streetlamp. “I’ve…really missed you, Harry.”
The words came out before you could stop them. Your eyes widened in realization–and so did Harry’s.
“You don’t mean that.” Harry lifted himself from the wall, staring at your face. It was like a plea, a desperate cry to ensure the alcohol wasn’t speaking for you.
“I-I do. I mean it. Life’s been horrible without you. Waking up without you- fuck, it’s bad. It gets worse every single fucking day.” You admitted quietly, looking at your black heels.
You hated every second of this. The confession of knowing you messed up. You knew that you were wrong. You’ve known for months, but thought that Harry had moved on.
Forgot about you. Kissed other women without flinching. Ran his fingers through y/h/c hair without thinking of you.
“I never forgot about you, y/n,” Harry mumbled, stepping in closer. His warmth spread to your body as you blushed slightly, looking back at his green eyes. “I’ve wanted…to call you. Loads of times. I missed you too much. I had just thought-”
“-I got a new boyfriend or something, right?” You finished his sentence with a small smile. Harry nodded slowly. “I’ve still been in love with you all this time, Harry. I just imagined…maybe if I forced myself not to love you, I could focus. To become someone better, y’know?”
You took another inhale of your cigarette before dropping it and crushing it with the bottom of your heel. Tears swelled your eyes, regret and anger building in your body.
“I think…I only became worse…” You whispered, barely audible.
You wanted to tear yourself into bits. Go back in time to make things right again.
Anything to be where you are now.
Harry’s hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a loose embrace. “I understand…This isn’t your fault. You did what you thought was right…” He whispered against your head. You reciprocated, pulling him in closer.
You were never good with sharing your emotions.
Always the comforter, never the comforted.
But with Harry? He was always holding you. Piecing you together.
The smell of a dark musk laced with cigarettes and whiskey stung your nose as you rested your head on his sturdy chest. You and Harry stood there in a hug for a while as the coldness slowly swallowed you.
“Come back to my place, y/n,” Harry murmured in your hair, pulling away slightly to look at your glistening y/e/c eyes. A spark exploded in your stomach, resulting in your heart beating quickly.
“Your…place?” You repeated, arms still slung around his waist. “After all this time…?” Harry smiled softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
“It’s cold.” He replied, eyes flicking to your lips. Just for a moment, as if it didn’t actually happen. You blinked, tilting your head to the side. “And I want to start over. Everything. Is that okay?”
You chuckled lightly, placing your hands on the sides of his face. “That’s what I want too. To start over with you.” You placed a quick kiss on his cheek. His breath hitched as you separated your face from his.
“Your place, then. Only because it’s cold.” You grinned, taking his hand in yours and headed to the crammed parking lot.
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You’ve dreamt of this moment. Ever since you and Harry broke up.
You never miss fucking someone until they’re gone, or however the saying goes.
With traces of alcohol leaving your and Harry’s mouth, you ignored it. You were confident intoxication would never get to your head that much.
As you and Harry stumble into his cold apartment, his lips never left yours. He bit your lower lip as he shut the door behind you.
You moaned into his mouth as his hands found your waist again, slipping under the fabric of your top. Chills ran down your spine as he gently made his way under your breasts.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” Harry mumbled in your parted lips, then tilted his head to suck the side of your neck. You laughed softly, hands tangling in his brunette hair. He nipped the soft part of your skin, finally palming your breasts. He groaned when you tugged at his hair, making him flick your hard nipples.
His hands trailed down, slipping through the waistband of your skirt and resting on either side of your hips. Your lace thong started to shift downward as Harry tugged on it teasingly. His eyes found yours, looking at you for consent.
Heat started to build in your abdomen. You wanted this too badly to back out.
You removed your halter top with a swift movement while Harry slipped your skirt off, pooling the clothes at your feet. You now stood bare in just your underwear. Harry’s lips formed into a grin, admiring your body. He picked you up bridal style, causing you to squeal as he walked to his bedroom a few feet away.
He laid you gently on the large mattress covered with a long black blanket. His wall was made purely of glass, showing the illuminated buildings in the city and partially reflecting you and Harry in the room. The room smelt strongly of cedar and cinnamon.
Your signature scent. Did he miss you that much?
After taking off his shirt, his defined abs and scars that covered his upper body were prominent in the warm lighting. His belt was tossed to the ground along with his jeans, leaving him in just his black boxers.
And, fuck, did he look hot.
His dick poked through the fabric, causing you to squirm in place.
“You’re staring.” Harry grinned, climbing on the mattress to be on top of your naked body. You bit your lip, smiling and pulling off your underwear, which dripped with slick.
“It’s nice to admire what’s fucking me.” You murmured, kissing his lips. He deepened the kiss, one hand on your breast, pinching your nipple between his forefingers. You moaned, his tongue sticking in through your parted lips.
Your pussy deeply pulsed with need as Harry’s erection pressed on your inner thigh.
“Harry…” You whined. He simply hummed, kissing down your neck, to your collarbone, then your sensitive nipple. He started to slowly suck it, flicking it with his tongue then biting it.
His hand trailed down to your puffy cunt, which was wet and throbbing. He then placed two fingers over it, growling lowly at the warm feeling, sending vibrations through your body. His fingers moved to your clit, rubbing circles over it.
“Oh- fuck, please, Harry,” You whisper, the overwhelming sensation building a knot in your stomach.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” Harry’s fingers moved faster. Your breath started to hitch as you gripped on his messy hair.
“Fuck- fuck me, please…” You begged. He pressed on your clit hard, then he retreated his hand.
Your back arched as Harry moved off your body and spread your legs open. He placed himself in between your trembling thighs, pulling his boxers down.
His thick dick was hardened, precum leaking out of his swollen tip. A vein trailed down his shaft, making your mouth water.
Your pussy pulsed demandingly as you gaped at him. A smile crept to his lips as his hand pressed on top of your hip.
“You wanna do this, baby?” Harry asked, rubbing a circle with his thumb on your soft skin. You nodded quickly, looking at his eyes pleadingly.
“Now…I need it now…” You choked out. Harry’s grin grew as his other hand found your clit and pressed on it.
“I’ll make you feel good, okay?” Harry murmured, shifting closer to your body. His swollen tip slid gently across your wet folds. You closed your eyes as he lined his tip to your swelled entrance. He pushed in slowly, causing you to gasp, gripping the sheets under you.
“Fucking wet…feels so good,” Harry groaned, tilting his head back as he thrusted into you with long drags. He would pull out until your entrance was just at his tip, then ram back into you.
Greedily, he hoisted your leg onto his shoulder, deepening his cock inside you. Your G-spot was constantly being hit, which sent electric shocks throughout your body.
And when he started the play with your clit? It was unbearable. Every pinch, rub, and press on the bundle of nerves was excruciating, but so fucking delicious.
You were a moaning mess, eyes squeezed shut, breathing quickening. Your limbs felt like noodles, yet your stomach was tightened. Harry’s head dropped to the crook of your neck, making him pound into you—not rougher, he never fucked you harshly, but more deeper and passionately.
“Baby- oh- you’re doing so good…” Harry praised as his hips jerked meaningfully. Your hips desperately rolled onto his for more friction.
Your stomach shook, signaling your orgasm would be coming soon.
The slick from your cunt mixed with Harry’s precum, the sweat on your bodies making a slapping noise with every thrust, the loudness of moans and groaning—
It was all too good for you.
It was like a drug, a high you could chase any day and not get bored of it.
Your finger nails grasped onto his damp back from the pressure and pain. Tears swelled from the roughness of overstimulation. “H-Harry- I’m gonna-” You whined into his ear.
“I know, baby, come- come for me,” Harry said between thrusts. The knot deep in your abdomen suddenly began falling apart as a sharp wave of pleasure washed over you. The rolling of your hips on Harry’s stuttered.
It was the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your damned fucking life.
It was like a rip between your body. White flashes stung your eyes as you but your lip hard enough to draw blood. You would’ve screamed loud enough for neighbors to hear—but you used the little bit of self control left in your dizzy, fucked out head.
Your eyes rolled back as your lips parted; your sore walls convulsed thickly around Harry’s cock. You dragged your nails sharply on his back, gripping onto whatever you could.
You didn’t want this feeling to end. Ever.
“Harry…” You moaned aloud, back arching covered with chills. His thrusts got sloppier as you rode out your high.
It was his turn to come.
As you could tell by the stiffening of his body and the staggered thrusts, Harry was coming too. Inside of you.
“Fuck!” Harry groaned, his head pressed firmly against your collarbone as he breathed heavily. His chest rose and fell against you.
You could feel his hot seed seep inside, stuffing you up. His softened dick stayed nestled deep in your sensitive cunt. You waited patiently, playing with his messy hair that was dampened lightly with sweat.
“I’ve really missed this,” You murmured softly. You could feel Harry’s smile on your skin.
“I’ve missed you,” He tilted his head, kissing your jaw then slowly pulling out—you winced, and Harry’s hand trailed to your waist for comfort. Liquid came rushing out onto the blanket under you.
He laid next to you, pulling you in to cuddle. His slow breathing and the smell of sweat and cinnamon flowed through your body like a hypnotic dream. His hand rubbed your back lovingly.
“We should shower.” You mumbled against his chest after a few minutes.
Harry hummed. “Not yet. Let’s just…” he kissed your head. “Stay here for a bit.”
“Okay. Just for a little bit.”
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a/n: did we like the plot? i rlly like the whole ‘exes-to-lovers’ trope yay
