Harry Potter Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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 .

Harry goes to his desk, takes his phone, and then takes my hand and pulls me out of the office as if he were possessed. Harry's attitude is making me nervous, and a thousand things go through my head, but I don't know what's so special about that gift. [End of flashback] "Girl, it's time to wake up. Please don't do this to me. I knew I shouldn't have let her ride that bike for hours!" A distant crying makes my headache worse, and I groan in pain. I raise my voice, asking them to keep quiet, as my head could explode at any moment.

Jessica was incredibly selfish. Over the years, Harry had devoted himself entirely to her, treating her like his own flesh and blood, cherishing and indulging her. Yet, she felt nothing for him. Any obstacle in her path, any stone that stood in her way, she wanted to kick it aside with all her might. "Harry was initially a vegetable, completely unresponsive. But Edith had Wendy perform needle therapy on him, and now he's awake. We need to find a way to stop your secret from being exposed!" Lilian said.

A man’s voice answered her. “They won’t.” I recognized the girl’s voice instantly. It was the heroine, Nancy. Of course it was. They were so desperate that they did it right here. Great. Exactly what I needed when crouched in a pitch-black cabinet. This was not the moment to reveal ourselves, so the two of us stayed frozen like corpses. The room was already dark, but inside the wardrobe it was pure suffocation. When you lose your sight, every other sense sharpens.