Harry And Pansy Fanfiction Lemon Novels & Stories

"This can't be happening to me, I'm rejecting the man who hasn't left my heart." "Wow... Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!" We startle at the sound of a distant voice that gets louder and louder, "I'm sorry, but your screams aren't helping much," he applauds and Harry desperately pulls up his pants, "Buddy, if I didn't like women, I'd tell you I love you, so we can be manly husbands." "What the fuck are you doing!" Harry gets upset after seeing Harper's bionic eyes looking at my body and at Harry's at the same time.

I had to entice him by promising his own pleasure first. I finally yanked the stubborn belt off and slipped my hand under his briefs, finding and holding his díck. It was already semi hard and continued to harden under my touch — a good sign. But an even better sign? Harry didn’t stop me. Oh my God, it’s Christmas in April! I was finally going to get a good pounding and the thought of it was driving me crazy. I brought the fingers that were in my folds to Harry’s lips. “Wanna taste?”

And from the look on her face, she doesn't mind playing with my sloppy seconds. He he he *evil laugh* "Ey, you still up for tonight or are you backing out?" Harry said, sitting down beside me and grabbing some fries from my tray. "Of course. I'm no pussy." I said shoving his shoulder. Harry put his arm around my shoulder and kisses my temple in reply. "You sure about that?" He smirked and pinched my cheek. "Go bother your girlfriend, hairy boy." I said ruffling my hand through his blonde curls.

I grinned, shyly staring at the table as I was guilty as charged. "Hey, Dee" "Harry?" I called, surpised he arrived earlier than expected. "You're supposed to arrive in the next fifteen minutes. Did you fly over here?" His sister queried with creased brows. "No, I'm not a witch like you, Harley. I rode my bike to this place" He replied calmly, taking the seat beside me. "You've been waiting for long?" He asked me, his eyes now on mine. "Not really. No" He stared at me before giving me a lingering kiss on my cheek. The kiss reached everywhere, turning me red and almost turning me on. That's what Harry does to me, a single touch from him is enough to get me horny.

Then, at that point, Harry took her to their study hall, Fanky was astounded to see both of them clasping hands. "Stand by, what does that mean, are you dating?" Fanky guaranteed while grinning." Harry answered, "Yes!" grinning Harry said. "Amazing, congratulations!" said Fanky. "Much obliged! Okay, I'll simply pass by later at break time." Goodbye Harry. "Ok, OK." Arosh gestured. Harry immediately kissed her on the cheek, before at last leaving. "How sweet promptly in the first part of the day I was chomped by the subterranean insects now." Fanky prods.

If you are triggered by such content, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this chapter. ~~~ Author's POV: When they reached the second floor, Poppy tried once more to pull away. This time, she shoved Penelope hard enough to knock her off balance. “Let go of me!” she cried, her voice raw with panic. Penelope stumbled but caught herself—and came back with a slap that echoed down the long hallway like a whip crack. Poppy’s cheek burned, her skin stinging where fingers had landed. She tasted blood on her tongue. Her hands flew to her face, but she wasn’t surprised. She should’ve never come to the party. She wasn’t invited, wasn’t wanted.

I licked it off greedily, tasting rum and him and us, while he pounded me harder, the desk creaking under us. "Aghhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! That’s it. Hubby, fuck me! Pound my ass! Fuck me deep and hard! god, I love it... honey.... fuck me like that!" I wailed as the cock rammed into my upturned ass. “Tell me, Poppy, who you belong to?” he demanded, and before I could utter a word, his fingers found my clit again. “You.... fuck... only you.... Honey...” I lied.

I said dryly. Harry grabbed the assistant’s waist. This caused her eyes to widen and a light layer of pink to stain her cheeks, freezing her in place. Then he lowered his hand to the curve of her butt and slapped it, hard. “Hmm… I’ll want some of this later.” He spoke with a degenerate face no one could take away. While he continued stroking it, he didn’t take his eyes off mine. Disgusted to see this situation, I told him, “Oh, please! Can’t you be more of a pig? Leave her alone, you fucking sick bastard!”

The angle was perfect, and she could feel him deeper inside her. "I am making sure no one else comes in through the damn door while I take care of satisfying my Mate," Harry grumbled. He locked the handle and started to turn around when Emmanuelle dug her nails into his shoulders: "Damn it! Let's stay here. What you are doing to me is absolutely divine," she complained against his lips. Harry laughed softly before repositioning her against the door and giving a loud thump with his hip that rattled the wood. A tremor ran down his spine as he met his Mate's obsidian eyes.

“Yeah. We all know you have a knack for trying to coax sexual favors out of young women under duress.” “You should’ve taken me up on my offer. You would’ve loved it.” “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing to love about a micropenis,” Arianna snorted, earning a subtle yet harsh pinch from Pierce followed by a stern look. He would’ve thought the two were playfully flirting if he didn't know any better. “Micropenis, huh?” he said, slowly pacing in front of the couple. “You and I both know that’s not true,” Harry replied with a salacious grin on his face.