Harry Potter Smut Fanfic Novels & Stories

A low sigh escaped her lips. 'Ohhh Sir, it's too much,' she gasped. Harry wanted more and slowly removed her panties, which looked like they had been washed and not dried. He pushed a finger into her pussy at the same time as he licked her clit directly, both up and down and in a circular movement. He heard her start to moan in time with his finger and tongue and realised that, as she was so wet and open, he needed to insert another finger to firmly keep the pressure on her G spot. The smell and taste of her, and the sounds she was making, went straight to his cock. He was incredibly hard now and feared that he might cum with just the friction against his boxers. He took some deep breaths to

She couldn't even finish her sentence as Harry slammed harder into her pussy, hitting her womb. “Holy molly!" Gemila yelled, staring lustfully at his sweaty face. After much thrusting and moaning, they finally reached that climax with Harry spilling his seed into her vagina. The feel of his hot cum in her pussy was magical. Harry pulled out of her completely and they both collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily.

“Um... Harry's strong suction. I like it.” Hari nodded quickly. Further laying Rieka's position so that she is underneath him. He also quickly took off his pants and took out his penis that was already standing upright. The one that had been standing since seeing Rieka first open the door earlier. The one that needs to be satisfied and spit out the lava of pleasure in there. If possible, he vomited many times so that Rieka would not forget about him. “Ehm ... “ Rieka shook her head softly. did not expect that the friction down there was felt so much. “You have a big one, Harry?”

The evening sun dipped low as I prepared for dinner, the scent of roasting lamb filling the house. Richard and Jake would be home any minute, their voices already echoing in my mind—deep, commanding, full of that possessive hunger that made my core throb. But beneath my apron, Harlan's cum still lingered inside me, a sticky secret from this afternoon's romp. I'd showered, sure, but the faint ache in my pussy reminded me of his thick shaft stretching me wide, his grunts as he pumped me full. It turned me on, this double life, fucking them both while plotting more.

This was something alive, powerful, and completely all-consuming. I ran my fingers through his hair, moving strands away from his face. He turned his head towards me, his eyes meeting mine with a dangerous, unsaid promise. My chest tightened, and my mind raced with the knowledge that the bond we had started was no longer casual. It was alive. And it was demanding.

The slick sounds filled the room, her pussy gushing, her thighs trembling. She imagined him standing over her, his suit jacket off, his shirt unbuttoned, his cock hard in his hand. “Touch that filthy cunt,” he’d say, his voice rough. “Show me how much you need me, Eva. No one else gets this. Not Sophie. Just you.” Her fingers thrust deeper, three now, stretching her, her palm grinding her clit. Her moans grew loud, raw, her hips bucking, her breasts bouncing under her shirt. The pleasure coiled tight, her stomach clenching, her toes curling against the sheets. She pictured him grabbing her hair, forcing her to look at him. “Cum for me, my dirty slut,” he’d growl. “Drench your fingers for you

, he said walking up to me, grabbing my hand and putting it into his pants, making me feel him get hard. I smirked, I grabbed his neck and stuck my tongue down his throat. This is gonna be a long night

Simon boasts, slapping his fists on his chest like a gorilla. "It's fucking wrong mate, my girlfriend freaks out if I get too close to it, no way she'd let me stick my finger in it and I wouldn't want to." Harry shakes his head, reaching for his pint, a mischievous little smile crosses his face before he takes a sip. "Ey, but she loves it when I go down on her, tonguing her little clit gets her so wet it's like flying down a slip 'n' slide when I'm pounding into her."

We all read about how Harry continued to blatantly flirt with Cam. He even went so far as to TELL her that they’re soul mates. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t believe a word out of his mouth, and since he didn’t tell her HOW he supposedly KNOWS they’re meant to be together, Cam just wrote it off as another terrible line from the overly flirtatious Incubus. We all wish him better luck next time and Amber congratulates him on finding his soul mate and complains a lot about how jealous she is that we all got to meet her first.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.