Harry Potter Smut Fanfic Novels & Stories

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

Helena "I don't like this position..." I whisper shyly, looking back over my shoulder at Harry behind me. "Really? You don't know that. It's your first time," Harry smiles mischievously. "Don't be afraid. This way my cock will reach deep inside your pussy, right to that spot you love having me press against. You just need to relax and leave everything to me." Far too embarrassed to complain any further, my lips fill with moans as Harry once again pushes his hard erection into my pussy, while all I can do is grip the grass beneath me with all my strength.

I whimpered, grinding roughly to his touch. “Fuck, you look so good rocking your ass to my touch” “Yesss” I hissed, my lips falling open. “Fuck fuck fuck. Look at your beautiful rosebud, mmmmm” he growled low and short, his breath ragged. “Please,” I whimpered, my head hanging back with my back in a deep arch. My teeth clamped down on my bottom lip as I rocked my ass in the air. “Fuck, Harry. You need this.”

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?”

I dipped two fingers inside, curling them against that sensitive front wall, thrusting in time with the fantasy. Lucas’s mouth devoured me in my vision..sucking my clit between his lips, humming vibrations that made my hips buck. “Please,” I whimpered to the empty room. I added a third finger, stretching myself, imagining his thick cock preparing to split me open. My pussy clenched greedily, juices dripping down to my ass. The fantasy shifted. He rose, freeing his massive erection. It looked almost intimidating..thick, veined, the head glistening. “You said this body is mine,” he growled. I nodded frantically.