Harry Potter smut stories

It was late. The castle slept. The corridors were cloaked in moonlight, windows glowing silver as you and Harry wandered hand in hand. He'd told you he wanted to show you something. Something private. Something intense. "I found it during one of my walks," he said quietly, eyes flicking down to meet yours. "No one else seems to know it's here anymore." You followed him through a hidden door, up a twisting staircase, to a forgotten chamber cloaked in dust and magic. In the center stood a tall, ornate mirror. The frame was golden, ancient, carved with mysterious runes. The surface shimmered not with your reflection—but a vision. The Mirror of Erised. Harry stepped beside you, but didn't look into it himself. "I want you to see what you really want," he said softly, voice low with meaning. "Don't lie to yourself. Just look." You stepped forward. Heart pounding. Breath shallow. And what you saw—

You gasped.

In the mirror, you were pressed up against the stone wall, legs wrapped around Harry's waist, lips parted in a desperate moan. His hands gripped your thighs, his mouth moved against your neck. He was fucking you hard, deep, possessive, his glasses fogged, sweat clinging to his skin. "Is that what you see?" Harry's voice came from behind you, rough, knowing. You didn't answer. You couldn't. Your throat was dry, body already trembling. Harry moved closer—so close you felt his chest against your back. "Tell me what you see," he whispered, breath ghosting over your ear. Your voice was barely a whisper. "You. Me. Against the wall. You inside me."His breath hitched. His hands slid to your waist. "You want that?"

"Yes."

"Then watch."

Harry spun you to face the wall beside the mirror—right where the image had shown. He pinned your hands up above your head, his chest flush to your back. You could see yourselves reflected—just like the vision. Except this time, it was real. His lips brushed your neck. "You're so fucking sexy when you admit what you want."

You whimpered. "Please, Harry—"

"You want me to fuck you against this wall? Let the whole damn mirror see what a needy little thing you are for me?" You nodded frantically, moaning as he slid his hands down your sides, under your skirt, between your thighs. "Already wet," he growled, fingers brushing your soaked panties. "You really were fantasizing about this." He pulled them aside and slid two fingers through your folds—slowly, deliberately—his breath ragged. "Fuck—you're dripping." He kissed your shoulder, slid his fingers inside you and curled. You cried out, legs trembling. "Don't look away," he commanded. "I want you to watch yourself fall apart."

harry unzipped his trousers and slipped his dick out of his underwear  placing it on top of your wet pussy, rubbing back and forth using your wetness as a lubricant. Harry lined himself up and rammed inside you. "Ahhhh~ oh fuck~ Harry!" you moaned. Your body arched, mouth open in a silent scream, forehead pressed to the wall as he filled you with a thick thrust.

"Fucking hell, you feel unreal," he groaned, thrusting deep, letting you feel every inch. "So tight, so warm~ fuck, I can't hold back." He set a rhythm—hard, precise, hips slamming into yours as your body shook against the wall. You watched in the mirror—watched your own reflection moaning, writhing, back arching as he pounded into you.

"That's it~ watch yourself. Watch me fuck you like you've always wanted." Your nails scratched the stone. "Harry~so deep~ I'm gonna—"

"Come for me~" he growled, fucking you harder. "I want to see it. I want to watch you fall apart."

And all at once while Harry rammed his thick cock into you you edged closer and closer to your sweet release, "Oh~ oh god yes harry-" "please cum inside me~" You came with a cry, body spasming, clenched tight around him. He kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release. "Fuck—fuck, I'm coming~" he buried himself deep, gasping your name, pulsing inside you as you collapsed against the wall together. After, you turned to look in the mirror again.

Harry stood behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, his forehead resting on your shoulder. You both looked wrecked—hair wild and skin flushed. And yet somehow, the mirror didn't change. Because now? You had what you desired most.