Sub! Harry Potter Smuts

Harry:

• You first met Harry when you and Draco were rounding up the first years and teasing them to no end throughout the day. You were making them kneel in front of you and other Slytherin Seniors. Harry, being the ever so heroic Gryffindor that he was, decided to step in. It didn’t end well.

• “Let it go, Malfoy, (Y/L/N)! They’re just kids!”

• You would smirk and raise your eyebrows, “Kids? More like crotch goblins, eh, Potter?”

• Despite your fearful reputation as a well known Slytherin and pure blood, Harry wasn’t afraid.

• “Let it go, (Y/N).”

• Draco would chuckle, teasing you. “Ooh you’re on a first name basis with Potter, eh (Y/L/N)?” And you would nudge him back and say, “Potter wishes.”

• Eventually, Snape stepped in and split the three of you up, the first years running off.

• “Come on Draco, it’s not worth fighting with Potter. Scum like him…”

• You walked over to Harry, gripping his chin. “only deserved to be used.”

• There it was - that defiant look. It drove you crazy. Most boys in your year were putty in your hands once you showed them a little attention. But Harry Potter…this boy would be a challenge.

• Your next encounter would be in the Gryffindor common room. Hell knows how you got in, being a Slytherin and all, but there you were, on your knees, sucking some Gryffindor Quidditch player off in the middle of the night.

• To say Harry was shocked would be an understatement. He was watching at the top of the stairs…confused. Was he actually into this stuff? He was painfully aware of his growing erection.

• Although you were facing away from him, you called out. “Oh, Harry.” He almost fell down the stairs. “You made it.”

• It was this moment that Harry Potter crumbled. He was so embarrassed, his cheeks heating up rapidly. He stuttered, unable to comprehend the situation.

• “I- erm - (Y/L/N)…w-what are you d-doing here?”

• It was the most adorable thing you’ve seen. You wanted him. Now. You stop touching the other student’s cock and get up, half naked, tits out, and walk over to Harry.

• “Enjoying the show, Potter?” You’d mock him. “N-no…no! Thats absolutely ridiculous. I’m going to Professor Mcgonagall.” Sighing, you twirled your hair in your hand with one hand, while the other was against the wall, trapping Harry.

“You’re going to tell on me, right? That’s right, good boy, Harry. Tell the Professor that you caught me having sex with another student, in the Gryffindor common room at that…and that you, Harry Potter, had been standing there, watching, wishing that boy was you.”

• Harry was too stunned to speak. He began to open his mouth but you took that freedom from him by crashing your lips onto his.