in your walls

"harry..." you were nuzzling into his neck like a cat, his arm still wrapped around your waist as the two of you slept — or at least, you tried to.

it had been a hard night for you.

harry had gotten home late from work, again, and you had missed him badly. you had gotten used to spending less time with him, to his irregular schedule, to having less intimacy because of his job. you didn't blame him; being an auror was hard, and it demanded a lot from him. but that didn't mean it stopped hurting.

"hmm," he hummed, barely conscious as he felt you calling for him.

you insisted, your lips pressing softly against his cheek before trailing down to his neck. "can't sleep," you whined.

it was almost 1am, and you felt guilty for waking him up. at least he didn't have to work tomorrow since it was the weekend, you thought.

harry sighed, pulling you closer against him with his arm. he tilted his head, giving you more room against his skin as his eyes slowly fluttered open.

"i noticed," he murmured. harry knew you better than anyone, and he'd already noticed how restless you'd been. he always did.

one thing led to another... and somehow, you ended up sitting on his thigh, riding it. your clothed clit, still hidden beneath your panties, rubbed perfectly against the hard muscle, making your breath hitch.

"god, you're so needy," he groaned. you hated how much you liked that rough edge in his voice. "you couldn't even wait, could you? you had to wake me up for this? to make you feel good like the greedy girl you are?"

"m' sorry... m' sorry," you could only whimper.

your eyes fluttered shut, your head tipping back toward the ceiling as your vision began to blur — your mind going completely blank — while your hips kept moving. even if you wanted to stop, his firm hand on your hip made it impossible.

after a moment, his other hand left your chest to cup your face, making you look at him. you let out a small sound at the sudden movement.

"look at me when i'm talking to you." his thumb slid across your lower lip, his gaze following the movement. his eyes were dark now.

you looked at him with wide eyes, a faint frown of pleasure written across your face.

he slipped his thumb past your lips, and you took it into your mouth, never once breaking eye contact. you hummed softly around the digit, sucking gently on it, and heard him swear under his breath.

"hm, good girl," he praised, and your whole body went pliant, practically melting on top of him at the sound of his voice.

his tone was softer than usual. only you ever got to see this side of him—your harry, more confident in himself, more certain, determined to ruin you.

he slipped his thumb from your lips, now damp with your saliva, and gently rubbed your jaw as it went slack with the warmth pooling between your legs.

you were already a mess, just from grinding against his hard thigh. one of his hands remained firm on your hip, sliding to your waist only to guide you into moving harder.

"gonna come like this, sweetheart? so desperate, and i haven't even touched you properly," he says, though you caught the slight breathlessness in his voice, the way he was just as affected by this as you were.

you shook your head. "no... please. want you... need you, please," you whined, your hips rolling harder.

it wasn't that you didn't want to come; you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, threatening to snap, but you wanted him. you wanted to feel him, to be taken by him.

his jaw tightened at the sound of your voice, your needy, desperate tone as you kept grinding shamelessly against his thigh.

"fuck... you're gonna drive me insane."

with a groan, he rolled you onto your back, making you gasp as the pleasure from his thigh disappeared. his hips pressed against yours instead, and you could feel the bulge beneath his trousers pressing perfectly where you needed him most, making you shift beneath him.

his hands quickly slipped beneath your nightgown, his fingertips tracing along your ribs while his lips found that spot just behind your ear that always stole your breath away.

your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer than ever, while your hands tangled into his hair, needing something to hold onto as his kisses slowly made their way down your neck.

one of his hands came up to cup your breast, gently squeezing the soft flesh, drawing a whimper from your lips as his thumb brushed over your already hardened nipple.

he leaned back just enough to look at you, pressing an almost sweet kiss to your lips while his fingers played with your other breast. when he pulled away, you looked up at him with a pout and furrowed brows, holding back a whine as he continued teasing you.

"don't give me that look," he raised an eyebrow.

"don't tease," you tried to sound stern, but your big, pleading eyes betrayed you.

his hand slid down to the waistband of your panties, cupping you through the fabric before tracing a finger over the damp patch.

"oh, poor baby... so wet she can't even handle a little teasing, hm?" he teased, his lips brushing against your cheek. you could feel the twitch of his smirk against your skin as his thumb pressed gently against your clothed clit, drawing another whine from your lips.

he chuckled, the sound almost dark, and finally slid your panties down your legs.

your frustration was quickly replaced by the tip of his cock gliding through your folds.

you were so lost in him that you didn't even notice when his trousers had come off, or when the slow press of him began stretching you.

"harry..." you whimpered, your eyes widening as you felt him sink all the way in, not giving you a second to adjust.

"i know, i know..." his lips pressed against your cheekbone, then your jaw, trying to distract you as he began moving in and out of you with an almost rough rhythm. "merlin... i swear, feels s' good," he mumbled between grunts, his lips brushing over your skin.

your fingers tangled tightly in his hair, your nails digging lightly into his skin as you searched for something to hold onto, wanting to keep him as close as possible. your eyes rolled back, your head falling against the pillow as he kept hitting that sweet spot inside you.

"you get so impatient... always end up fucking you. can't help it," he murmured, his voice softer this time as he noticed just how far gone you were.

with a gentle tug on his hair, you pulled him down into a kiss. your lips met sloppily, all teeth and tongue. your mind had gone completely blank, only able to feel him—the way he hooked your thigh higher around his waist to sink even deeper, the warmth of him brushing your walls with every thrust, the quiet little grunts slipping from both of you between kisses. it was overwhelming, in the best way.

you leaned back just enough to catch your breath, feeling him so deep it stole every bit of air from your lungs. his hand left your thigh for a moment, sliding over your stomach, his thumb stroking your skin without his rhythm faltering.

"feel me there, love? all deep inside you?"

you did. and the thought alone made you clench around him even tighter. "yeah, yeah," you nodded.

your noses brushed together, and all you could do was nod as you whimpered helplessly, biting down on your lower lip.

"fuck, harry..." the only thing leaving your lips, besides desperate little sounds, was his name. and god, he loved it. loved knowing he could have that kind of effect on you—the same one you always had on him.

his nose brushed beneath your ear, his own breathing growing uneven. "c'mon... cum for me. let me feel you around me, sweetheart," he groaned, holding himself back. he always wanted you to come first.

you could barely hold on any longer, finally letting go around him with a soft cry, your head tipping farther back into the pillow, your nails pressing firmly into his back.

harry followed only moments later with a low grunt, spilling inside you.

his body went limp above yours, your heartbeats gradually falling into the same rhythm. for a few seconds, the only sound filling the room was the quiet rise and fall of your breathing. your fingers remained tangled in his hair, still resting there as though they belonged.

after a moment, he leaned back, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before carefully moving away. when you opened your eyes, harry was between your thighs, cleaning you up. you sighed softly, watching him through heavy, sleepy eyes, already drifting off.

he noticed how drowsy you'd become, how you were already on the verge of falling asleep, and gently pulled you back against his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

"sleepy now?" he asked, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face so he could look at you properly.

you only hummed, already half asleep.

"you tired me out."

"sorry, got a little carried away," he said warmly, his eyes softening as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "love you."

you snuggled even closer, a lazy smile spreading across your lips.

"love you too."

finally, sleep claimed you, and you drifted off peacefully in his arms.