Smutty Fanfiction Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Any thought of Autumn, Winter, or Cameron was banished from Jules’ mind. “Now,” Harry turned slowly, letting Jules look, swinging the curtain of hair back over their shoulder with a smirk. “This is me.” They reached down to cup their c-ck. There was a piercing through the frenulum and Jules’ stomach flipflopped as he imagined how that would feel… Jules nodded, rendered wordless.

The moment I realised that I couldn't find anything in Harry's eyes after I let him have me, I instantly remembered Tamar…and I feel exactly the same hatred her step brother had towards her from Harry to me… The tears trickled down my eyes in the shower as I remembered and reminisced about that one decision that took me from an aspiring nerd to just a Random girl on the streets of life.. I always thought my mum was capping a lot…at eighteen I realised it all seemed to be true ….. Once they ate the forbidden fruit their eyes were opened…. Harry just ….never loved me… I soaked in the pain and got out of the shower to get dressed…. I got done dressing and I started to curl up my hair.

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

“I love reading.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re reading sex, aren’t you?” “Ew! God, no,” I shot back, trying not to laugh. “It’s a good book—with just a little smut.” “Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, amused. “Can I read it then?” “What? Hell no!” My cheeks flushed instantly. She tisked and shook her head. “You’re reading smut.” I groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

"I'm not done teasing the particulars out of this gloriously titillating nugget yet! Like how your mysterious new fur baby fits into this whole 'training your ghostwriter in the language of unbridled sensuality' scenario you've evidently orchestrated..." I felt my shoulders slump in resignation, knowing she'd only pester me relentlessly now that more wayward trails had opened in her scheming imagination. Lilly had that distinctive whiff of a fresh scandal sweeping through the rumor mills - except this one appeared tailor-made for her own inexhaustible entertainment. Unfortunately for me. "Smoky is just a kitten I adopted today," I corrected with a weary sigh, already anticipating the litany

Harry now wants to eat more spicy hot pot. Thinking about how Harry really couldn't eat much just now, afraid that he would be hungry again at night, Grainne casually said: "So do you still want to eat spicy hot pot now?" Harry immediately opened his eyes wide and answered loudly, "I want to! I want! Of course, Harry wants to eat spicy hot pot! Mommy, can I really eat?" Grainne smiled and nodded, she looked at Carwyn but saw him frown. He asked softly: "Spicy hot pot?" Carwyn, actually Shen Mu, he hasn't eaten in a long time Spicy hot pot, the previous time was also ten years, while in college. He didn't expect that a consort like Grainne and Rich young master Harry likes to eat this street

I wonder when she became this naughty. It must be Dylan's influence; she's been hanging around him too much lately. He might be my kid, but he is an efficient bad influencer. "You will not kiss him because, not only does he not have a complete set of teeth—" "He's growing. His teeth have to fall out for the permanent ones to kick in." Sir Smith pipes up at the wrong moment, but Harry ignores him all together. "He is stubborn, playful, and naughty." "You're literally describing yourself, son. The child you and the current you" Sir Smith cuts in once again, and I press my lips against each other firmly to prevent myself from smiling. The kids have amused expressions on their faces, not botheri

She whimpered, gripping the fur like her life depended on it. Manny smacked her ass, hissing. “You'll take his cock like a good slut, remember?” She nodded, recalling her words from earlier. But Harry was fucking her way too intense. Her eyes snapped close as he pounded into her, the sound of his thighs hitting her ass resounded through the room. He wasn't gentle on her, his dick constantly hit against her the sweet sensitive spot in her pussy, driving her insane and wet for him. Penny had no idea this was just the beginning. The Hargrove brothers were insatiable and had a lot of dirty fantasies that she would have to fulfil.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.