Smutty Fanfiction Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

“Take my cock like a good little slut.” “Yes! I’m your slut, Daniel! Harder!” she screamed, pushing back against him. I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move. Betrayal burned through my veins like acid. My chest tightened painfully. This was the man I had been touching myself for every single night, imagining him coming home to me. And here he was, balls-deep in another woman.

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?"

I feel my soul leaving my body to connect with holden , my bite brought him to the edge and he finish inside me. I'm breathing heavy and so is he, this was amazing i never imagined claiming to be this good. No wonder luna did it seven times i think to mysef and chuckle a little, i cuddle with my mate and go to sleep in his arms breathing him in. (Note : so this is the last smut scene in the book , hope you liked it.)

If Mate had been a wolf, she would have been an Alpha female," Till barked happily. A shiver ran down Harry's spine as he felt his soul mate's canines pierce his lower lip again. "Mate, I think you've had enough for now," Harry tried to articulate. Emmanuelle froze, then slowly raised her eyes to meet his gaze. She had to stand on her tiptoes to come and speak against his lips: "So tasty," she said seductively, running her tongue over his lips. Harry's skin regenerated again, and he couldn't take his eyes off his soul mate. Till trembled in one of the recesses of Harry's mind: _ Harry... I really don't know how to take this. Usually, I wouldn't mind our Mate talking about us as a snack. But

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

My heart sinks, and I let the rock fall out of my hands, splashing into the water and washing away the little hope I had. Sam’s just being nice. Saying things to make me feel better. But he’ll never see me the way I want him to. Who am I kidding? I’m Creepy Chloe, the weird girl who wears too much black, brings tarot cards to school, and wrote a fifty-five-page Harry Potter-meets-Charmed fanfic for her eighth-grade creative writing assignment. And Sam is, well, Sam. Smart. Good-looking. Athletic. Normal. As much as I want to believe fate will intervene and Sam and I could end up together, I know the only way it would happen is if everything falls apart and he has to resort to me—his backup p

(Harry's POV) Am I for even real? I doubted myself for the first time in my life. Instead of convincing Roman to forget Anna and go after another hot chick, I went to make him unite with Anna. Instead of enjoying with girls, who had been dying to be with me, I’d been drinking my beer near the lake with a smile on my face. Smile? Oh yeah, why the hell am I smiling? Trust me, I too have no idea. Might be because my cousin succeeded in his love. A true love, in which I failed. And the reason for my failure was, it’s none other than Harry. Yep! Myself.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll