Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Adult Fanfic

He and the arrogant jerk had gone to the same high school before Harry had ratted him out for smoking and got him expelled. So this girl was Harry’s fiancée? He almost laughed. Revenge was best served cold and it was freezing now.

she confirmed, “and that you are about to become a full-time window spy. Congratulations.” I gasped. “I am not spying on him!” “Yet.” I groaned, pressing my forehead against the cold glass. “Why do I feel so weirdly happy about this?” “Because you’re still hopelessly in love with that man, despite my ongoing efforts to drag you out of his gravitational pull.” Laurette cackled. "Oh my God, this is fate!" I groaned. "Don’t start.” "Are you kidding? This is the universe giving you front-row seats to that man’s life. Tell me, what’s happening over there? Is he shirtless? Towel around his waist? Fresh out of the shower?"

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

He yells. “How dare you! Harry is ten times the man you are and I wouldn’t marry you if we were the last two people on earth! Get it through your thick skull. I don’t want you. I don’t care about your family or mine. I don’t want more power, I don’t want to pop out endless little Witch babies for you and there is NOTHING you can do to change my mind. Now get OUT before I am forced to call the authorities!” It takes every bit of power I have not to shove him. Harry delivers the final blow when he pulls me close, leans down and gently presses his lips to mine. I swear I nearly pass out on the spot and I feel a rush of his magic surging through me. He pulls back.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

He called softly. "I know what I'm doing too, okay? I mean we're both adult! I'm 18, and you're 18 too—" "19" He corrected. "19, and you're reluctant to kiss me like you're some.....little boy?" I saw how his eyes fell to my mouth and lingered there, sexual desire slowly darkening his eyes. "Just kiss me, Harry" I whispered, the sexual tension seizing the air in the room again. He tore his eyes from my lips and shook his head. "No"

“Let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink. Put you to bed when you’ve had too much to drink. Oh I could be the ma who grows old with you.” I smile as I hold both of his cheeks with my hands as he finishes, “I wanna grow old with you.” The next second, Harry’s lips landed on my lips as he begins to untie my bathrobe. We kiss passionately as his mouth finds its way to my jaw down to my neck until he pushes my bathrobe open which exposes my breasts. His lips quickly wrapped around my hardened nipple while he begins to insert his finger inside me and I can feel how wet I was instantly. Harry takes the bathrobe off my body before he slowly inserts his hard length inside me. My moan escapes from m

His Dirty Milf Intro- Harry is just a 19 year old boy who is home alone while his parent are out of town, instead of spending his parent free time to throw silly parties he's spends his time ogling his new neighbor who just moved in. A woman who's way older than him and he indeed had an affinity with women who were older than him. Harry's P.O.V. Harry had been over the moon when his parents had said that they were going away for a few days and that he’d be left alone to look after the house. Finally, he thought to himself, He had the whole space to have his friends over and masturbate with his dirty magazines.

He sputtered. And here he saw the mature mother lick her lips, rather seductively he thought. Coupled with the way her tits were showing in that top, wooo! The big milf jugs... cleavage galore! And at once Harry's mind was filled with wanton thoughts of sliding his dick up and down between her breasts, as his precum leaked out and slickened down the skin. Providing a smooth, effortless surface. “Uhh... see something good, Harry?” His girlfriend inquired, raising an eyebrow in contempt.