Harry Potter Fic Novels & Stories

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.

I welcome them eagerly, feeling two of his fingers gently preparing me. "Wow... This place is full of my seed," Harry whispers excitedly. "You made love to me all afternoon without stopping. It's pretty obvious it would end up like this," I reply shyly. "I'm not complaining. I like it. I love that you're mine." Harry kisses my lips hungrily while withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his large cock, making me gasp and tremble with anticipation. I forget all the pain I felt before, replaced by the deepest pleasure.

He has a bottle of whisky already open with a shot glass in use, but takes out a fresh bottle of champagne from the fridge and holds it up for me. “Do you like champagne, Holly?” Fuck, how I love champagne, I just rarely get the chance to afford it. “Yes, Sir. I do.” He smirks. “If you promise to be a good girl, you can have some.” “I’d love that, Sir. I’ll be a very good girl, I promise.” I have goosebumps up my arms, I’m so fucking anxious, but there is no doubt about it – User 677 is making me really damn horny. I’ve never come close to fucking a guy like him.

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

Because, my best friend is literally out cold next to us and we aren’t in a relationship or anything. This is just a fling and I am pretty sure Harry will forget about it as soon as the night ends. Just as I was about to say no to him, he pushed me down on the bed as he got on top of me and slowly and gently slid my shorts away. “Fuck! You are dripping all over the bed,” he said, wiping his face which looked very greedy.

"That's right! We want you to be an independent heroine of your own story!" "Madam, your loyal servant has finally arrived! Do you need an assistant? I can do anything, and whatever I can't, I'll learn. Please hire me!" "Harry said he wants to wear sibling outfits with you. Can't you grant his wish?" "I believe Harry will be a sister-obsessed man in the future. Just look at how eager he gets every time he's around Giselle. It's unbearable to watch." "I'm not the only one who noticed? He definitely has attention-seeker potential."

I just want you Harry ,I want you deep inside of me right now ," I whispered weekly ,I just couldn't imagine why . Harry didn't argue with me or even try to struggle ,all he did was pull me away and take off his clothes bringing out his already hard dock to my entrance . I jumped at the size of it alone ,I knew how much I loved this feeling and seeing it was something that I really did live so much ,I just couldn't place my hands on it . Harry pulled off my panties and when he did he began to hit his dick on my already wet entrance. That was it ,I found myself moaning so hard .

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

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..”

Harry pretended to be annoyed, shooting us a mock glare and saying, "And you’re all single too! Don’t you dare criticize me!" Harry continued, "One of you is lost in romantic novels, believing in love at first sight." He drew out the words, eyeing me, since I had shared Neil's story with them, painting it with the aura of love at first sight. I shrugged and laughed, "What can I say? That’s just who I am." This earned me a mock groan from Harry, who then pointed at Peter and added, "And the other one only loves hitting the club, always on the hunt for a new conquest. And he has the nerve to criticize me?"