#harry potter smut
Hi guys!! So I’m almost at 100 followers and to celebrate, I was thinking about a Draco Malfoy mini series?? I wrote a part one already but don’t know if I’m gonna post it yet. It’s set like mid war. Would anyone wanna read that? And smut or no smut? AHHH sorry just conflicted rn.. If not, in my ask box, tell me what you might wanna see for my mini celebration!!
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if you don't want minors reading your smut that is completely fine and totally understandable and i respect that.
however if you don't want minors to read your smut, don't write smut about minors. don't have it set at hogwarts. age them up. make it after hogwarts.
don't tag your smuts as 18+ if the characters arent even 18. because the reality is if youre writing about minors, minors will read it.
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Professor Slughorn: Hello Miss/Mr Y/L/N! What did you do on the weekend?
Y/N: Nothing special, really.
Draco: Excuse me??
Y/N: He said 'what' not 'who' did you do.
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Bookshelves. | N.L. (Chapter Six)
in which the reader helps out in the library, and she catches the eye of neville.
warnings: swearing, hangovers, & i think that’s all?
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y/n groaned as she sat down gently in the place across from ginny. her head was pounding as she was still attempting to adjust to the early morning light shining through the large windows of the great hall.
ginny let out a small chuckle as she poured her friend some pumpkins juice into a cup, “bet that hangover feels amazing!”
y/n sighed, her hands tangled in her hair as she tried to ease the pain. she couldn’t even manage to muster up a decent comeback, all she could focus on was the emptiness in her stomach, and obviously the migraine that had been there since the moment she had woken up.
“here... you need to eat, it’ll help with the headache.” ginny suggested as she slid a plate of toast over to her, and y/n took it kindly.
“thanks... but i don’t think anything will make me feel better right now, gin...” y/n replied, beginning to tear apart a piece of toast with trembling hands, “thanks for getting me to our dorm last night, by the way. i don’t even want to imagine how difficult it must’ve been on you.”
ginny furrowed her eyebrows, as she was visibly confused. “what?”
y/n looked up at her, but quickly regretted it when the harsh light hit her eyes. she hissed as she used her hands to block the sunlight from her vision, “you took me to my dorm last night, remember? well... you were just a messed up as i was... so you probably don’t. but... you took my shoes off and everything, even changed my clothes...” y/n chuckled awkwardly out of embarrassment, “i smelt my dress this morning... it smelt like pure vomit. disgusting, really...”
the ginger continued to sit there, lost in confusion and wonder.
“y/n...” she muttered, “i didn’t take you to your dorm last night...”
that’s when y/n almost choked on the piece of toast that she had just put into her mouth, and she had to take a sip of pumpkin juice to prevent herself from spitting food back out.
“yeah... dean took me to my dorm last night. after you left, sam said he was going to go and find you because he was worried. i just assumed he had taken you back.”
what? that didn’t make any sense.
“but—well... maybe...” y/n thought to herself, continuing to try and solve the mystery of what really happened the night before, “it would make sense... but—i guess i just assumed you did it. i really can’t remember shit...”
ginny let out a small laugh as she took a bite of her cereal, “yeah, i’m not surprised. you were the most fucked up out of all of us. i probably should’ve told you that weed and alcohol don’t really go together that well...”
some part of ginny felt guilty, as she had only realized at that moment that she had let her inexperienced friend go off on her own. but, y/n deserved to have fun. all she ever did was study, and ginny knew she had to be tired of it.
“i smoked weed?” y/n’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets as she spoke. she never in a million years would ever get high, it just wasn’t something she ever had the desire to do.
“merlin, y/n... do you remember anything?”
y/n thought about the question for a moment, her fingers playing with the broken pieces of toast. she really didn’t remember anything, and it absolutely terrified her. anything could’ve happened to her, and she wouldn’t even know because she couldn’t even remember something as simple as smoking weed, or who took her back to her dorm.
“i wish i could say i do... but i really don’t...”
ginny just chuckled and shook her head as she continued to chew her cereal,
“i’m sure it was sam who took you back. there’s nothing to worry about... besides your hangover, of course!”
y/n awkwardly agreed at ginny’s sentiment. but, something about not remembering... bothered her. what if it wasn’t sam? what if some random boy took her back and... no. she wouldn’t think like that. she would know if something like that had happened to her. but, she wouldn’t even overthink it. if she sat on the thought for too long, it would consume her. and, she wasn’t too keen on letting that happen.
ginny and y/n began to eat in silence, letting the small chatter from others ring throughout their ears. both of them were suffering from hangovers, and there wasn’t even that much to talk about. well, to y/n there wasn’t.
y/n went to open her mouth to ask about the night before, but a familiar, kind face interrupted her.
dean leaned down and pecked ginny’s cheek, her cheeks becoming red as she did so.
in that moment, something particular hit y/n. dean and ginny had kissed the night before. she vaguely could see the image in her head, ginny on dean’s lap, smoke clouding her vision. maybe if she could find things that would remind her of random events of the night before, she could figure out who exactly escorted her back to her dorm.
dean’s friend came in right behind him, seamus sitting down beside y/n, and neville sitting right across from her, as ginny and dean had scooted away a bit to have their own conversation. y/n sighed as she looked at neville, a devilish smirk etched across his face.
“you look like shit, y/l/n!” he chuckled, snatching a piece of toast from her plate. for a quick moment, some part of him began to wish that she remembered last night, and the small conversation they had shared.
“fuck off.” she simply told him, snatching the toast right back.
yeah. she didn’t remember.
“awww... is someone having a bad start to their day?” he asked in a false tone, his lips puckered out a bit. she simply showed him her middle finger, earning a small laugh from seamus. “can’t handle a little bit of alcohol, y/l/n?”
“please shut up, longbottom. i’m being serious. please don’t start this today.”
she gave him a certain look that was genuine, and for some reason, he would never understand, he instantly went silent. she huffed and shook her head as she threw the almost stolen piece of toast back down onto her plate.
y/n’s hand trembled as her headache only progressively got worse, and she put her head down onto the table, earning a worried look from seamus. she attempted to hold back tears, as this had to be one of the worst physical pains she had ever felt. and now, it wasn’t even just her head, it was her whole body as well. it ached with every sudden movement, and every slight turn of the head made her feel like she was about to vomit.
she could hear voices all around her, but she ended up tuning them out. all she wanted to do was sleep, and maybe that was an option, as it was saturday. but, she had to work in the library tonight, and for once, she was not looking forward to it.
“hey... can you hear me?”
the familiar voice made her lift her head up, and she locked eyes with sam. she couldn’t even remember the last time she was this relieved to see the boy.
“merlin, doll... you look terrible. have you eaten anything?” he asked gently, wiping the small beads of sweat off of her head with the back of his hand.
neville watched the two as they conversed, a fiery feeling developing in his stomach. it made him clutch his spoon tightly, and he had to force himself to look away as sam kept on stroking her cheek.
“i told you to take it easy, y/n... i knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
y/n sighed, tears brimming her eyes as the sunlight hit her eyes again. she let her head fall into her friend’s chest, and he pat her back with a frown on his face.
“can we just go?” she asked, a slight crack in her voice as she desperately tried to hide the fact that she was crying.
“of course, love... let’s go.”
sam helped her up, and he grabbed a piece of toast, and took a bite of it as he lead her away from the table. neville continued to watch, his jaw clenched and spoon jabbing into the bottom of the bowl.
“fucking sam riley...”
y/n sighed as she sat in the library with sam, her head leaned against his shoulder. he kept on offering her sips of water, attempting to relieve her misery in any way he could.
“sam...” she muttered, and he hummed in response, “thank you for taking me to my dorm last night... i know it was probably hell on earth taking care of me...”
sam furrowed his eyebrows as he glanced down at her, “what?”
she lifted her head up slowly, and narrowed her eyes at him.
“you took me back to my dorm last night, right?”
sam adjusted in his seat a bit, his arm settled on her chair, “no... no i didn’t, y/n.”
what the fuck?
“yeah—yeah you did, sam. there was no way i got back by myself... and ginny already said it wasn’t her, and she said that you went looking for me. it had to be you.”
sam bit down on his bottom lip for a moment, and he took a quick glance at their surroundings,
“doll... i think i would remember if i took you back. when i went looking for you, you were no where to be found. i was so worried about you... i even left the party and searched the halls. you were gone, love...”
y/n scoffed, and she leaned into the table as she began to think. this wasn’t possible. it had to be sam. who else could it have really been? maybe ron... but even then... ron surely would’ve already found her by now and made a stupid joke about it or something.
“oh! i have something for you, though...” he informed her, reaching into his bag and pulling something out. she looked over at him, and audibly gasped when she realized it was her cardigan that he was holding.
“you got hot last night and took it off. i suppose you forgot it when you left.”
she grabbed it from his grasp, and almost instantly, she remembered how sam helped her take it off, and how he set it beside him. she did leave her cardigan.
“shit, sam... i’m sorry...”
he raised an eyebrow at her, “for what?”
y/n looked into his eyes for a moment, a glint of worry showing. she huffed for what seemed the hundredth time that day before she responded,
“for worrying you... i’m sorry.”
he sent her a small smile, and let out a small chuckle,
“don’t apologize, doll. just listen when i tell you not to drink so much next time, alright?”
y/n hugged herself with her cardigan as she stacked books up, getting prepared to return them back to their designated spot. she shuddered at the cold that radiated throughout the library, a million thoughts running through her mind. it had seemed to be like that all day. she still hadn’t managed to figure out who helped her get back to her dorm, and honestly, she now believed that she would never figure it out.
a random student approached her, and simply set a book on top of y/n’s stack, and she sent them a small “thank you” as the student did so. the student nodded and shot her a small smile, and then walked away. she sighed as she put the books into baskets, sorting them just how madam prince taught her to.
y/n began to walk around the library, continuing on with her usual business. luckily, the body aches had went away earlier, so she was able to bend and reach with no problems. the migraine had faded away as well, which y/n couldn’t have been more thankful about.
she reached up, attempting to put a book on the top shelf, and she groaned when she realized she couldn’t reach it.
“need some assistance, y/l/n?”
y/n jumped as she spun around, but automatically rolled her eyes at the mystery person.
“no... i got it. thanks.”
she jumped up this time, still trying to reach. neville watched at her pathetic attempt, watching as her skirt rode up. he tilted his head at the sight of her underwear, and he let out a small chuckle.
“i think you do need some help.”
she clenched her jaw as she looked at him once more, and he slowly walked towards her. he shot her a look that basically said, “you know i’m right, y/l/n.”
“whatever... here...” she muttered in defeat as she handed him the book.
but, as she passed him the book, his hand accidentally brushed up against her wrist, and a faded memory slowly became full again. her breath hitched at the sudden contact, and at the memory of neville smiling at her.
he disregarded it, only giving her a small look as he set the book on top of the shelf with ease. but, when he looked back at her, he could see that she was in a small state of shock.
“you...” she breathed out, staring at him in confusion. he crossed his arms as he continued to let her put the pieces together. “you—you took me back last night...”
no way. not neville. neville longbottom didn’t care about people that much, especially women. that’s just who he was.
“your point, y/l/n?”
she went to say something, but a sudden group of nerves struck her. she seemed to completely lose any sort of thought or nuance, the only thing on her mind being him.
“surprised?” he asked with an arched eyebrow, “the only time a girl makes that face at me is when she sees my—“
“why?” she cut him off quickly, the books in the baskets long forgotten.
“what do you mean?”
“i mean—why? why did you do all of that for me last night? you—you’re an asshole.”
he took a deep breath before responding, and he took a step towards her,
“because, y/l/n... i think i would’ve been an even bigger asshole if i let you make a pathetic attempt at getting yourself back to your dorm. anything could’ve happened to you... so i made sure you were tucked in tight to your bed.” he answered casually, taking one more step towards her.
“since when did you care about being an asshole in general? i—wait...” she stopped talking as she realized something, “you—you changed my clothes. you—you saw me naked...” the realization was taking a small toll on her, and she wanted to do nothing but slap him, “you’re a creep, longbottom!”
instead of a reaction that a normal person would give her to those words, he of course chuckled.
“i’m not a creep, y/l/n. i guess i just assumed that you wouldn’t have enjoyed waking up to the smell of puke all over your clothes... but, maybe i’m wrong.”
what pissed her off more than anything... is that he was right.
“and by the way, i know what you’re thinking... i didn’t do anything. i would never do that to you—or any girl for that matter. everything i do is strictly consensual.”
the look in his eyes showed nothing but pure honesty, and deep down, she was relieved. but, she couldn’t show it.
“i would really hope that you don’t think that low of me, y/l/n.”
y/n put her head down, not really knowing how to respond. some part of her felt guilty for assuming such a thing, but, it was something she had to worry about. things like that happen to girls all the time, and she had worried all day that she might’ve have become one of them.
“i just don’t understand why you did it...” she admitted once more, still not showing her face. she played with her fingers out of habit, a sign of nervousness or guilt.
“what’s so hard to understand? you were drunk, and high... so i made sure you got back safe. end of story, nothing more to it.”
yeah. nothing more to it.
“right...” she muttered, turning her attention back to the books, already beginning to sort them once more.
“you don’t believe me, do you?” he sighed, “if you want to—“
“i believe you.”
y/n’s words made neville’s chest curl, as no one ever really put trust in him anymore. everyone thought he was just a trouble maker, and that he would always lie his way out of anything and everything. but, that simply wasn’t the truth. if anything, the boy could sometimes be a little too honest.
“sorry you had to deal with me...” she apologized, not looking at him, “i know you were probably miserable the whole time...” she continued, “i don’t think i would be too happy helping someone i hate to their dorm just because they made stupid decisions, either.” she awkwardly chuckled, her laugh breathy and uneven.
neville snatched a book from her hand, and he sat it down on the table, now standing even closer to her. she finally looked up at him, and she seemed to understand their closeness as well.
“i don’t hate you, y/l/n.” he admitted, “i really didn’t care. i just wanted to make sure you got back safe. because, yeah... there are guys at this school who would take advantage of you... and i wasn’t really in the mood to murder someone... especially over you.”
was neville being... protective? no. no, he wasn’t. y/n was simply just overthinking his words.
he leaned in closer, the tips of their noses barely brushing up against each other’s,
“don’t be that stupid ever again... got it?”
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Cum Young!sirius x reader
No matter the position, Sirius's favorite place is to cum right inside of you. He knows it's risky, but he's a good boyfriend when it comes to reminding you to take the pill. It feels good for you as well, the sensation like a heat wave mixing with your own cozy pleasure as he launches inside of you. Sometimes, he's seen it leak out and smiles at how much he gave you, but generally it stays inside for you to take care of. It's only an added bonus that he knows he's the only guy who hasn't pulled out. He loves seeing your mouth fall open, out of breath, as he explodes between your legs. It feels incredible for you both.
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*skipping stones on the lake*
Sirius: Wow what a beautiful evening
Remus, whispering: Take that you fucking lake
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Just a little teaser for my upcoming fic.
Big doe eyes stare up at him, you on your knees, tearful thick eyelashes decorating your dark shades.
To think you were innocent; God was he wrong.
You may have been, maybe in the past, but right now with your mouth full of cock, spit dribbling down your chin, tits freed. You were anything but the pure angel he thought you were.
Right now you were fucking filthy.
Gagging and chocking on the cock of a man much much older than you.
It was forbidden, but he was Draco Malfoy after all. He'd always had a thing for that.
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girl, i’m in love with you, so could you do a pansy parkinson x fem!reader smut? ✨🥵💗💗🥰🥰👑👑👉🏽👸
thank you so much! of course I can!! <33 it’s not hardcore smut but I guess it can be considered a situation that would lead up to smut.
Seated in the common room, Y/N leaned back on the chair, throwing an arm over Mattheo’s thighs as she rested on his shoulder. She looked over at him, an unlit cigarette dancing between his lips, her fingers reaching to snatch it from him before propping it between her own lips, lighting it carefully. She giggled when he whined, handing it back to him once she blew the heavy fog his way.
“Alright, Malfoy, truth or dare.”
It was a casual Friday night. Their group, consisting of Y/N, Pansy, Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, and Lorenzo, did nothing spectacular on Friday nights unless it was planned. They’d either play truth or dare, as they were doing right now, spin the bottle, or throw a random get together with people from other houses.
Pansy currently sat in between Draco and Lorenzo, the two boys driving her crazy with their childish antics.
“Dare. Unlike you, Y/L/N, I’m not a pussy,” he quipped, everyone else gasping and ‘ooing’ at the pair.
“Oh, fuck off. At least I get pussy,” she winked, earning even more gasps and cheers, the rest of the boys not resisting their hands from reaching over to high five her.
He scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Fine, go on with your dare.”
She grinned gloriously, gently chewing her bottom lip as she thought to herself.
“Oh, I have one!”
Everyone looked over at Lorenzo who exclaimed, “I dare you to make out with Pansy!”
Knowing how easily Y/N would get jealous at the sight of her girlfriend making out with their best friend, the boys couldn’t help but sit at the edge of their seats. Blaise left his hand on the ankle that rested in his lap, squeezing gently as a way of asking if she was okay with it.
“Well, we should ask Y/N firs-“
“Shut it, ferret. I don’t have to ask her for anything.”
Y/N’s eyebrows quirked at the statement. A chuckle rumbled from her chest, her eyes trained intently on Pansy who wasted no time in sliding into Draco’s lap. The boys genuinely seemed scared - scared for Pansy, whose ability to walk would be taken away later in the night by her girlfriend, and a fear of Y/N. Seeing her sit so quietly and watch was deadly.
When Pansy pulled away, she got up, heading straight to the bathroom. Y/N pushed herself off of Mattheo’s shoulder, reaching for her phone.
For a moment she heard nothing. Her focus now became just having fun and letting loose tonight. She quickly clicked on Pansy’s contact, her fingers typing away.
You don’t need my permission for anything now, do you?
The grey bubble at the corner appeared, Pansy’s message pending.
It wasn’t even your dare, darling. I’ll give you a better one, though.
Her lip was tucked between her teeth, her eyes wandering over the ‘?’ that popped up in grey.
Let me play with you in front of our boys. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.
The little grey bubble froze for a second, Y/N smirking gloriously to herself.
I’ll even let them touch you since you want to be such a little slut. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you darling?
Another few seconds passed.
Besides, I’d love to see those skilled fingers that Lorenzo’s always talking about. I’m sure he’d love to demonstrate. Besides, mommy’s in need of some pleasure.
Oh fuck. Pansy was in deep and wasn’t getting out.
I’m always taking care of you. Isn’t that right, princess?
I’d love to see what the boys have got in store.
Blaise gently shook her leg under his large hand, getting her attention.
“I was asking if you’re okay,” Draco spoke up, Pansy shyly making her way back to the area in which they were seated in the common room.
Y/N looked over at Blaise who was eyeing the new crinkles in Pansy’s skirt, her hands frantically working to flatten them out.
“Oh, Draco, I’m far beyond okay. I think Pansy was having a little fun in the bathroom without any of us.”
“Any of us!?”
The boys all spoke in unison, their heads whipping to look at Y/N, who was already leaning forward on her elbows.
“Let’s just have some fun, yeah?”
They all exchanged skeptical glances, Y/N rolling her eyes before taking the cigarette from Mattheo once more.
“I’m giving you dunces the opportunity to display your so-called ‘skills’ on us.”
“And neither of you are gonna kill us if we even lay a finger on the other?”
Lorenzo looked back and forth, Y/N chuckling, “No, Enzo.”
They wasted no time in jumping to their feet. As Pansy walked ahead with Draco and Lorenzo, Y/N locked arms with Blaise and Mattheo.
“Are you sure-“
“Blaise, if you ask once again, I just might change my mind.”
With that, they moved their feet quickly, hands already all over Y/N. As they approached Draco and Blaise’s dorm, Y/N let them all enter before her, shutting the door before silencing the room with a charm. She turned to the group staring right at her, her eyes landing on Pansy’s brown ones with a soft grin.
“You’re really letting them do this to me?”
“You don’t need my permission, love. If you didn’t want this to be happening, you’d be out of this room by now and by the way you look, I can tell that the idea of having our boys make a mess out of you is exciting.”
Pansy gulped. It was almost as if Y/N could see right through her.
“Now boys, don’t hold back.”
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Various Storms and Saints (18+)
Written by @viridianatnight
Hermione stared at the letters that besmirched her skin. They hadn’t healed since the day she was maimed.
Review: I can only describe this book in a handful of words. By far, one of the best ones I’ve read. I really think it could be one of my god tier fics. It reminds me Breath mints and Battle scars mixed with Manacled in a way. It has that enemies to lovers that I absolutely adore but it slowly turns into how desperate they are for each other. How they would do anything for the other without even realizing it. So good! Everyone should give this a read and give it the credit it deserves!
Spice level:🌶🌶🌶 (good amount but nothing too kinky)
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𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑺 𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑻 𝑨 𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 // 𝑯𝑷 𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑺
Second person p.o.v
Warnings: Um well I think the title kind of gives it away
Characters are: Harry, Ron, Oliver, Cedric, James, Percy and Seamus. The wattpad world hasn't seen the seamus one and it's probably the best one. Tell me if you want other characters, or one with the girls😌
Harry: You hadn't realised that you had done anything wrong. Everyone was sat having dinner in the Great Hall when you made eye contact with Harry. You winked at him, and turned back to face your friends.
You smirked, remembering how things got a little bit heated in an empty classroom before your last class. You bit your lip and shook the thought out of your head. You risked another glance at Harry's seat only to find him rushing out of it and speed-walking out of the Hall. Your eyes widened and you stood up to follow your boyfriend, worry bubbling in your chest.
"Harry!" You called out, breaking into a run when you spotted him. He abruptly stopped in his tracks, turning around to face you. He visibly sighed in relief. "Are you-" You cut yourself off when you saw an evident tent in your boyfriend's trousers.
He tugged at his trousers uncomfortably, taking one of your hands and dragging you down the hallways. "I sure hope Ron didn't cause that." You joked. "Ha ha, very funny. Somehow, it was actually you who caused this, and now since you're here, might as well fix it, don't you think?"
You gulped and nodded quickly, gasping when Harry pushed you into the nearest broom closet and ordered "On your knees, princess."
Ron: Staying at the Burrow with Ron and his family at the end of the summers became a normal thing. You all were going into your sixth year now and you and Ron had been together for just over a year. You both had done some stuff but never actually gone all the way and done the deed. Of course, with your horny excuse of a boyfriend, you assumed that it wouldn't be long until you did.
The lot of you had just finished dinner. Bill and Fleur had joined you and were currently helping helping Mrs. Weasley tidy up the tables from the garden. You walked into the Burrow, grinning when you saw Ron sprawled out on one of the armchairs with his eyes closed.
You pranced over to him, plopping down on his laps. He opened his eyes, lazily smiling at you. You wiggled a little bit to make yourself comfortable but were stopped by one of his strong arms. "Baby, no." You furrowed your eyebrows, turning to look a his face properly and give him a confused glance but he put his hands on your hips, stopping you from doing so.
"Ron wh-" You gasped, unable to finish your sentence when you felt what was most definitely a growing hard-on in between your thighs.
Right at that moment, the twins, Bill and Fleur joined the two of you in the living room. Ron was only becoming harder under you and you adjusted yourself once more, making him suck in a sharp breath. Ginny stepped out of the kitchen with Hermione by her side, both of them heading back outside. "You coming (Y/N)?"
"I-" "No!" Ron interrupted. That earned him weird looks from his family members. "He's just jealous that I've been spending much time with you guys is all." You lied swiftly. You felt Ron stiffly nodding his head from behind you. You could only imagine how red his face was.
You looked down at your hands, a blush creeping onto your own cheeks. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Bill smirking. You scratched the back of your neck nervously, hoping to change the topic of conversation but alas.
You heard loud wolf-whistle coming from George as Fred let out a yell. "Boner! Ronniekins has a boner!" You felt all the blood rushing to your head as Ron dug his face in between your shoulder blades. Bill finally broke, letting out a loud laugh that he failed miserably at hiding. "In my defense-" You squeaked as Harry came into view and Fleur tried hiding a smile "I-I didn't mean to?"
Oliver: You stood in the Gryffindor changing rooms with your arms crossed on your chest. You leaned on the wall with a small smile on your face as you listened to Oliver give his team a motivational speech.
Usually you'd also be needed on the pitch, but because of a shoulder injury, your healer told you not to play Quidditch for the school year. It was unfortunate, it really was, especially since it was your last year at Hogwarts and you wanted to win the Cup for your House team.
As Oliver brought his speech down to a close, you pushed yourself off the wall and walked over to him. His team cheered, excitedly rushing out of the room to get ready for the game with a little warm-up.
You grinned, pulling Oliver closer to you by the belt hoops in his pants and placing a soft kiss on his lips. Before he could deepen the kiss, you pulled away, peppering his neck with light kisses as you spoke. "You're going to play well today Oli?" He nodded, his eyes fluttering close.
"I always play good." He whispered. You hummed against his neck, telling him "Well I'll tell you what; if you win the game by a lot, you might get a little surprise after the match."
His eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened. He visibly swallowed and you took one of his hands in yours and slipped it under your pants for him to feel your lace underwear. He slowly brought his hand back to his side and he rearranged his red Quidditch robes around him as he walked out of the changing rooms.
"I'll see you on the stands?" He asked, stopping in the doorway. "'Course you will." You chuckled, smirking when you heard him mutter to himself "Now's not the time Oliver."
Cedric: "Oh come on Ced, what's the worst that could happen? Whoever she is, I'm sure she likes you back." You spoke, taking a left. You saw him shake his head out of the corner of your eye and groaned. You halted in your step, turning towards your best friend.
"Cedric Diggory, you look at me in the eyes." Reluctantly, he did as you told him to, "You could get any girl, guy or non-binary person in this castle! For fuck's sake you could probably get Professor Dumbledore if you wanted to, so go get the girl you're crushing on! Lord knows it's about time you've moved on from Cho!"
A small smile formed on his face, "Well what about you?" he asked. "What about me?" You repeated his previous words. "Could I get you if I wanted to?" Your entire face flushed red but you nodded nonetheless. "Oh yeah you could totally get me if you wanted to."
Cedric's head shot up in shock and he grinned widely. "Really?" You mumbled a bunch of incoherent words and took bigger steps to the prefects' meeting room. He grabbed your arm, tugging you back and pressing his soft lips to yours roughly.
One of his hands cupped your cheeks and you sighed in the kiss, your small hands gripping his Hufflepuff robes. He pulled away and you bashfully smiled up at him. "We can't be late to a prefects' meeting Ced, come on."
His hands gripped your waist from behind and he pulled you in closer to him. He pecked your forehead, saying, "We're early, there's still 20 minutes before the meeting." "What do you suggest we do, then?" You asked, looking him up and down with a cheeky grin.
Cedric's eyes widened as he zoned out for a moment, and you saw the blood rush to his ears as he shifted uncomfortably on his two feet. "Fuck you (Y/N)." He muttered, turning around and heading in the direction of the men's bathrooms. You laughed loudly, shouting after him "Don't be late!"
James (marauders era): James smiled at you lazily from where he laid on the bed. One hand went behind him as he blindly searched for his glasses on his bedside table. "I've got the best parents in the world." He whispered when he found them, placing them on his face. You laughed, sitting up and stretching your back slightly.
"I mean I'm not going to complain that I get to sleep in the same bed as you." You managed to say mid-yawn. "Nor that I can peacefully get a morning kiss from you." James beamed, his muscled arms opening wide to expose his bare chest as he welcomed you in his arms.
You snuggled in his warm hold, placing a small kiss on his chest. "For a chaser on the (H/H) team, your aim is terrible." He joked and puckered his lips slightly. You leaned up, giving him a proper kiss. "Mhm, yes please." He muttered against your lips, pulling you closer to him by the hips.
Your crotch accidentally grinded against his as he deepened the kiss and he gasped, though he didn't pull away. He bucked his hips into yours for some more friction and you let out a quiet moan into his mouth. You could feel him smirk into the kiss as one of his hands made its way past your hips and down your lower back.
You broke away from James's kiss when you felt his hard-on poking the inside of the thigh. You moved your lips to his neck, pressing little kisses all over it, occasionally sucking, but not hard enough to leave any marks. His eyes fluttered shut and his grips tightened on your hip and backside.
"James, (Y/N)! Sirius is here, get out of bed!" Euphemia yelled from down the stairs. James let out an almost inaudible gasp and you shot up, your eyes immediately going to the door. "No, no, no!" James whined quietly, reaching out to you.
In mere seconds, the door to the room burst open and Sirius Black stood with a wide smirk on his face. It only widened when his eyes scanned the situation. Swollen lips, messy hair, panicked faces, and more importantly, James's hard bulge fighting against the thin fabric of his boxers.
"I'll let you guys finish," he said, slowly leaving the room, "EUPHEMIA!" he then shouted, his fast footsteps heard through the closed wooden door.
Percy: "Perce, hey Perce." you whispered, running a hand through his red hair to try waking him up. He moaned, turning to his other side. You giggled, leaning over to press short kisses on the side of his face. "Baby, wake up." "Noo" he whined, dragging the word out.
"We're needed down in the Great Hall, c'mon." "But I don't wanna." He continued, still half asleep. Sleepy Percy was the cutest Percy. "My love, there's been a Sirius Black situation. They're saying he attacked your brother." At that, he shot up.
"What? Which one? Is he okay? Did anyone check if he's okay?" He rushed in, his eyes taking in all the details in your face to make sure nothing too bad happened. "Don't worry about it my love, I checked up on him already, but they need us in the Great Hall, Head student duties."
He took your face in his hands, kissing you passionately. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He hugged you tightly, and you could hear him taking deep breaths. You moved one of your hands to gently rub his thigh, but you misplaced it, instead accidentally putting his right over his crotch.
He lifted his head off your shoulder, giving you a look of shock and you pulled your hand away, a blush blooming on your face. "Perce I'm-" "It's fine!" he squeaked, also turning red. You took a glimpse down at the problem you caused, your eyes widening when you noticed how hard you actually made him. Damn teenage hormones.
"I think I just-wait outside." He nodded frantically and you got up, leaving outside to let him deal with his, uh, problem.
Seamus: Seamus had a bad habit of not being able to stay away from you for more than a half hour when you didn't have classes and was always immediately on the search for you after those minutes passed. It was rare that you both had free periods at the same time and Seamus would be sure to use those to his advantage.
That's how you both ended up in his dormitory, you on top of him, peppering kisses all over his neck, and occasionally sucking on the soft skin. Seamus used his strength to flip the both of you, breathing heavily. "Already having trouble breathing?" You teased, "We haven't even gotten to the good part." And you knew that he'd make you pay for that. He grinded his very prominent hard-on into your fully clothed heat, making you let out a moan.
He smirked, leaning down to capture your lips in a rough, passionate kiss. Your hand trailed down to open his fly and unzip his zipper. You took your time undoing his button and pulling his trousers down, even as he rushed to remove yours. The tent in his white boxers was evident and just before you went to pull them down, you went back up to take his shirt off. Seamus growled, hurriedly unclasping your bra, having taken your button-up shirt off long before.
"Seamus mate!?" Came from the dormitory door, accompanied by loud knocking. "Professor McGonagall is seriously going to get mad if we're late again!" "Fuck." Seamus muttered, dropping his head in the crook of your neck, his hips bucking into your teasing hand. "Is (Y/N) in with you as well?" Dean continued, "I really don't want to go in there right now mate, come on, we're all going to be incredibly late!"
"Seamus?" You asked him, when he didn't respond or move. "Darling." He breathed out. "Yeah, give us a second and we'll be out mate!" He got off the bed, leaning down to help you clasp your bra and put the rest of your clothes on before putting on his own, struggling to button his pants. He groaned at the discomfort and tugged at his trousers to try and give himself space to breathe.
He give you one last kiss before running a hand through his hair and picking up both your bags, holding yours out of reach so you wouldn't try to take it from him and carry it yourself. You took his hand in yours, tugging him back for a moment as he went to open the door. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." You whispered to him, giving him a look of reassurance and he let out a noise that resembled a whine, tugging at his trousers once more.
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My favorite Harry Potter smut fic ever!
I blame @sinfulwriter for bringing this back up in my life lol. 😆
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peanut: part ii || j.p. x reader
word count: 3.3k
warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), age-gap (reader is of age), dad's best friend!james, penetrative sex, lots of praise, alcohol, mentions of food
a/n: you can read part one here
the water was a cold contrast against your heated skin. the sun was brutal, beating down in harsh rays and warming you from the outside in. you sat on the edge of the pool, idly dipping your toes, then lifting them out.
dip, lift. over and over, a recurrent action that served as a distraction, stopping you from glancing toward one person in particular. the smell of smoke, steak, and chlorine accompanied the loud rock music your dad never failed to play. cookouts were an inexhaustible source of joy for sirius, and so you were not unacquainted with these symptoms of summer.
yet you still couldn’t shake the gaze latched onto you, the memories that lingered in an easy pair of hazel eyes. james was at the grill, laughing along with sirius about something inconsequential, and you decided that the sound of his chuckle was a sick reminder.
it was warm—he was always warm—and it was edged with something recognizable. you owed it to exhaustion, to paranoia—because this was surely not how senses worked—but you swore you could taste it. his laugh, his voice, his oxygen. you already had tasted it, and hearing it now resurfaced that sour, sweet, intoxicating flavor.
you took a swig of your beer, fighting fire with fire, but it was futile. because james was not fire, he was salvation, and you’d be damned if you did not burn down every inch of that heaven. each drop of alcohol was another feather set alight, pure white turned to ash, perhaps like the very grill he was in charge of.
you cast your eyes down to find the sun reflecting off the surface of the water. it was nearly painful, bright and burning, and it was anger that consumed you. you had ignored james for weeks now, every call and text and even the three times he grabbed your arm in your own house. but still, as you watched soft waves lap at the poolside, you saw overheated cars, tied jumper cables, sweat dripping down temples.
memory was a bitch. that was for certain.
james knew you were avoiding him.
how could he not? you would barely meet his gaze, and not in the way he liked. you weren’t flustered, you were fleeing. it wasn’t as though the guilt didn’t plague him, but it was still desire that directed his actions.
he needed closure. he needed to get you off his mind, get the drug out of his system. his cure was his fix, and he needed it badly.
he pulled the last steak off the grate, just as the ending guitar strums from the bon jovi song faded. the silence was a brief pause, and soon enough, drums replaced any softness, echoed by a lazy whoop of approval from sirius. james grinned, then reached for his open beer, drinking deeply.
you were seated on the pool’s edge. he had known that since the moment you planted yourself there, and he also knew you had yet to move. his button-up hung open, the fabric billowing in a rare breeze, and he saw your gaze catch on the now-exposed skin.
he had taken over the role as chef just minutes before, and his hair and body were still damp from the pool. he had tried to get you to at least look at him while he floated in there, but it hadn’t taken. this, clearly, was a much more effective method.
water dripped from the angles and slants and lines of his muscles. it collected in his collarbones, traced rivulets down his chest. drops found sanctuary in the indents of his abs, and you watched intently while they slipped lower, to the top of his hips. his shorts were slung lower than usual—he planned it that way.
your tongue darted out to wet your lips, your swallow noticeable. his mouth quirked while yours fell open, and it was those discrepancies that turned want to need. because you wanted him, and that was enough. more than enough, really.
you met his eyes. took a shuddering breath. curled your fingers into your thighs.
these were things he had known intimately. he knew the exact shade of your irises—knew it like he knew his own, because it was stained across his lids, his mirrors, his fucking life. your breathing, the way it hitched, the way it carried whines and moans and that little plea for a mercy he didn’t want to give. he liked watching you beg.
and your fingers. your fingers, the bones, the muscles, the goddamn prints. those had wrapped around his cock, squeezed it and stroked it and given him pleasure he had never known before. because you were a little unsure and a little too sure and somehow—you were always a somehow—it was the best he had ever felt.
he had you, and he wasn’t quite ready to let you go.
abruptly, you stood. you stretched your legs slowly, then your arms. it gave james a full view of your swimsuit, and it was his turn to swallow thickly. it was a skimpy thing, tight in all the right places, open in all the wrong ones. you were not exposed, but he knew what laid underneath, and it was not difficult to imagine it now.
he tracked your movements: the smile you gave to remus, the second beer you stole from the cooler, the footprints left in your wake. he wanted to follow them.
he wanted to follow you to the end of the world.
and now, with sirius nearly asleep in the lounge chair and remus in the same state of lethargy next to him, james had his opportunity.
he shut the grill swiftly, placing the tongs on the nearby table, and moved for the sliding door you had just slipped through. as opposed to the rock music playing outside, the soft hum of air conditioning filled the house. it was always an odd sensation: spending hours soaking up the sun, then quickly changing to the cool and quiet air of the indoors.
almost like a world of its own, crafted for the things that ought not to breach reality.
“peanut?” he called as he crossed through the living room. he could still discern droplets of water on the wood floors. “you in here?”
“hmm?” he found you exiting the kitchen, your thumb pressed over the mouth of your beer, tilting the bottle around. you froze when you realized it was him, lips parting. “oh—hi, james.”
“hi, peanut.” he leaned against the wall, still facing you. “what’re you doing in here?”
you blinked, regathering yourself. “i needed lime.” you raised the beer in reference, the wedge of fruit floating inside.
you gave him a tight smile, but your step to the side was hesitant, as if you weren’t quite sure where you wanted to go. but the uncertainty wasn’t necessary, because james found your hand, not holding you back, merely asking for a moment.
“can we talk?” he broached, pulling away. he allowed you the space to leave if you wanted.
you flicked your eyes over him, sizing him up, then placed your drink on the closest shelf. taking up your stance, arms crossed and hips squared, you asked, “what is there to talk about, james? the weather? my car? the fact that we had sex?”
he winced at your crudeness, but you weren’t done.
“what is it that you want to talk to me about? because all i know is that what we did was wrong. it was wrong, and it was incorrect, and—jesus—you’re my dad’s best friend. what is there to talk about?” you took a deep breath as you finished, your trembling hands pressed flush against your thighs.
he waited, then: “do you regret it?”
“peanut.” he grabbed your wrist again, still loose. he swore he imagined the way you leaned forward. “i need you to tell me if you regret it.”
“i don’t,” you gave up. “i don’t regret it at all.” your teeth dug into your lip, but when he indicated for you to continue, you said. “it was...good, even. really good.”
he smiled. “just good?”
and there was no mistaking it this time. you took a step closer, letting his touch meet your side, the slope of your waist, the curve of your hip. you gave him access, open and unabridged. “yeah. just good.”
his fingers decided to curl around your body instead, thumb circling. “that’s not enough for me, princess. think i need to fix it.”
the tension drained from your body, every muscle lax for him. giving in. you whimpered, dipping your chin.
“give me words, princess. tell me what you want.” he stalled, patient.
he was there, you could feel him. more than standing right in front of you. he was surrounding you, reeling you in, reminiscent of the way he did so weeks ago. you hadn’t forgotten what it was like to be overwhelmed with someone stronger, someone older, someone like james, but the shock still came anyway.
“i want you,” you consented. “please.”
james bent so he was just an inch away from your lips, now teasing. “and what do you want from me? you want me to touch you? to treat you like my toy? to make you feel good?” one of his hands pressed against the small of your back, and the other reached behind him to the washroom door.
“please,” you repeated, stretching for a kiss. there was satisfaction in just that pressure, that familiarity, the way you knew him and what would follow. “please, james. make me feel good.”
it took him one second to open the door, then two more to bring you inside and lock it behind him. you gasped, and he swallowed the sound, his lips moving fast and hard against yours.
he was not shy, he was unabashed. he held the back of your head, pinned you against the vanity, kissed you until you were inebriated on something that wasn’t beer. it was dizzying, especially as his tongue greeted yours, sweeps and slides that were nearly erotic and most definitely addicting.
his locks felt the same, and you sighed as you were lifted onto the counter. you were tugging at him, probably hurting him with your fervor, but james didn’t seem to mind. and, judging by the moan he let out, you would almost say he liked it.
“we don’t have long,” he said as he broke away. you both gulped down air hungrily, but he was already moving. your head hit the mirror behind you, but you didn’t feel the pain, too focused on the way he was kissing down your body. kissing—kissing and licking and sucking, but not enough to leave any evidence. your jaw and your throat and your collarbones. he all but yanked your swim top away, freeing your tits.
the oxygen got caught in your throat, your fingers equally as tied in his hair, as he gave the breasts attention. he tasted every inch of them: the valley, the sides, everywhere but the nipples. they were hard by now, aching for attention just like the rest of you.
but james didn’t give you anything. he even held your hips in place when you tried to roll them, needing friction as your clit began to throb.
“pretty girl,” he cooed, showing the other tit equal (yet denying) love. “you’re absolutely perfect, you know that?”
your cheeks heated and you whined softly.
“if i could,” he finally circled one nipple with his tongue, tweaking the other with his fingers, “i’d worship you for hours. have you laid out in my bed—” he nipped with his teeth, and you were almost in tears, “—spread out and ready for me. i just wanna take care of you. i’d take such good care of you, princess.”
he left two marks. one on the underside of each tit. things only you and he could witness.
then, he was pulling at the waistband of your bottoms, meeting your eyes as he kneeled before you. he got them down to your ankles, not allowing for any obstacles, and spread your legs so he could get a clear view. you were soaked by now, glistening in the dim lighting, and james slid two digits through the folds, gathering the arousal.
to your surprise, he reached that hand up to you, painting your lips with the honey. you allowed him to slip the fingers into your mouth, and immediately you began to circle the pads with your tongue. you lined them, reminded him of what else you could do.
“did you taste yourself, doll? did you see how good you are?” he whispered, his voice thick. another wave of anticipation hit you.
“i thought we didn’t have time,” you weakly protested. “i want more of you, james.”
“you want my cock?”
he chuckled, but ignored when you grabbed onto his wrist, still sucking intently on his fingers. “just need a taste, princess. gotta return the favor somehow, yeah?”
it was nearly comedic how quickly he reduced you to whimpers. one hand latched onto his hair again, and you imagined your fingertips to be matches, running flames through the strands. you were fighting him before, you were fighting him now, and you would fight him in the future. that cocky grin, and those sarcastic quips, and the pure ecstasy he gave you when his tongue ran up your cunt.
he hadn’t lied, he was tasting you. there was no strategy nor plan, and the only objective was for him to gorge himself on you. his free arm pulled you directly against his face, and he was lapping up your wetness, practically a starved man.
you twitched when he swirled your clit, the shocks running through your entire body. if it weren’t for his fingers still buried in your mouth, you were certain your neighbors would have been able to hear you. because james was treating you like a toy, like an indulgence, like his pleasure came from the result of yours.
you supposed you ought to be honored.
his lips closed over your clit, and suckled at it like it was his favorite fruit. you jolted from the sudden stimulation, and the orgasm was a tight coil in your stomach. every one of his ministrations brought you closer to that climax, every touch and nip and suck.
you had half a mind to pull his head and hand away and hiss, “i want to be able to walk after this, james.”
he grinned, looking up at you with your slick coating his mouth and chin. “better than good?”
“yes,” you gasped as his fingers teased your entrance curiously. “yes, better than good. now hurry up.”
“whatever you want, princess.” then, once again, he was kissing the absolute life out of you. he bit down on your lip, drawing blood, and the iron mixed with the taste of your arousal, an odd and titillating combination that had you ruined.
distantly, you heard the door to the pool close. james froze, but in your blissed-out state, you merely urged him forward. you needed this, consequences be damned.
your arm hooked around his neck, while the other slipped under his shorts, finding his cock hard and leaking. james groaned into your mouth as you fisted him, letting go only to fish out a condom from the vanity drawer.
your eyes fluttered close as he revisited your neck, the crinkle of foil faint. it took a few seconds for james to roll the condom on, and soon enough, the head of him was tapping against your clit.
you flinched from the sensitivity, and his hand closed over your mouth before any more inculpatory noises could escape.
“be quiet now,” he whispered, slowly—excruciatingly slowly—filling you up. “only i can hear those pretty sounds.”
you nodded, embracing the stretch, the foreign shape of him, even after your last experience. he was thicker than you were used to, still curved to perfection, and you were trembling by the time he bottomed out.
james paused, letting you shift and adjust. “you ready?”
“mhmm,” you agreed, though it was barely discernible from under his palm.
he wasted no time. it started with shallow thrusts, helping you overcome the sting, but he had prepped you enough that within seconds, you were begging for more. he hid his face in the crook of your neck, making sure to keep you silenced, and each snap just barely scraped your sweet spot.
you tightened your grip on the collar of his shirt, nearly tearing the fabric as he sped up his tempo. with each thrust, he went deeper, hitting territory that had tears welling in your eyes. it was heavenly. and it was second nature.
james’ free hand was braced against the base of your spine, keeping you close and allowing himself the ability to push you forward in time. your head fell back with each change in rhythm, shifts that left you on edge and exposed to whatever he deigned to give you.
“good girl,” he breathed as you fluttered around him. you were lost in the moment, incoherent and hardly comprehending his actions. “are you gonna cum for me? i feel you squeezing me. you’re a fucking vice, doll.”
you nodded desperately, wavering on the precipice. you knew you were being too loud, and you silently prayed that whoever had entered the house was long gone now. strong muscles, shoulders, safety was under your hands, and when the hand on your back moved up to your tits, when he pinched at the already swollen and sore nipples, you were gone.
james crooned soft praises in your ear as the orgasm wiped you out. you were shaking, urging him closer and pushing him far away because the overstimulation was that heavy. and james was happy to fuck you through it, incurring wave upon wave until he elicited something akin to a sob.
just that sound, just the sight of your tears, every manifestation of how euphoric you felt, had him finishing in three solid thrusts. he came while he was buried deep inside you—certainly deeper than anyone you’d ever had.
his hand fell from your mouth, and you took in the sudden air quickly, catching your breath while james did the same. softly, you ran your hands over his shoulders, soothing him and letting his arms cage around you.
after another handful of seconds, along with a few wishes that both sirius and remus had fallen back asleep, james pulled out. he tied off the condom with swift expertise, then wrapped it in toilet paper and stuffed it to the bottom of the trash bin.
his lips were stained a lovely shade of red, as were his cheeks, and he looked so much younger with the blood rushing through him. as if caught years earlier, another era depicted on his face.
“better than good?” james asked again.
you shakily hopped off the counter, grabbing onto his hand when he offered it. “maybe. i think i’d have to go a few more rounds before i could make a decision that big.”
you dipped your chin, a cheeky grin still present.
“well next time, peanut, i’m sure that can be arranged. i’m all yours.” he swept a kiss onto your forehead, squeezed your hand in assessment, then grabbed the door handle. “you alright?”
you mindlessly fixed your hair. “are you alright, old man?”
james chuckled, letting his eyes rake over you. “i’ll remember that, you know. i swear your mouth wasn’t so big ten minutes ago.”
you snorted, pushing him towards the door. “go away.”
he laughed again, but followed the instruction and slipped into the hallway. but right before the door closed, you said, “and james?”
“don’t touch my beer.”
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Hello! I am desperatly looking for H/D fic and hoping you could help?
Here is the info I have
- Harry is a mess. He drinks and sleeps around a lot.
- He has a kid with Ginny (James)
- Draco sort of lives with him at Grimmauld.
- Draco and Ginny (is famous and plays quidditch) become friends and go to lunches. Hermione included.
- Draco may be a minisity worker? can't recall.
- Draco gets cursed at Hogwarts and Harry secretly visits him in his Invisibilty cloak.
Your help will be so appreciated!! THank you!.
Hi, Nonnie, thanks for the question! I'm so sorry it took me a bit to get back to you... (ﾉ `･∀･)ﾉﾞ💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖
The fic you're looking for is ( if I'm not mistaken) -
Harry Potter Gives a Shit by talithan
“Where are you headed?” “No place special,” Draco fumbled, and flushed further. But then: “I can change that,” said Harry Potter.
Here's a great rec by @drarryruinedme7 that I completely agree with about this fic!
It's really fabulous and is a must read for any Drarry fan, but it is very angsty, and there are a few triggers for alcohol and drug use, as well as Harry having quite a lot of PTSD, and using sex to do something other than think.
However, y'all need to read it if you haven't! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡
It's full of hawt sexy times, in case I forgot to mention!( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡
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Summary: The blonde misses his girlfriend so he goes for her, being interrupted while he pleases her
I tried, I hope you like it <3
Draco was not an affective person, much less a person who paid attention to others, not even his girlfriend. The girl knew perfectly well how things worked with him, but the hope that he would give her the attention she so badly needed lived in her body.
She quietly entered the Ravenclaw common room and quickly climbed the stairs to reach her bedroom, when she saw that there was no one there, she thought that maybe Cho was with Cedric and that Luna was with Neville.
Shrugging her shoulders she entered the bathroom and once she made sure to close the door she began to undress remaining completely naked, she turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up before she could get in.
A sigh escaped her lips when she felt how all the muscles in her body relaxed, she had been, according to Draco, very tense the last few days and he was right, the stress of getting good grades in all her subjects was killing her.
“Y/n!” Draco called entering her room
“I’m in the shower” the girl answered knowing that he would wait for her, and he did
Fifteen minutes later Y/n came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and her hair in a messy bun
“How are you honey?” Y/n asked opening her closet to get a set of underwear and a wide black T-shirt
“Tired, I was studying with Theo” Draco replied
Silence invaded the room and while Y/n dressed, Draco watched her with a small smile on his lips, he had always liked being close to her, touching her, kissing her or simply admiring her.
“Some especific reason why you are here?” Y/n ask raising an eyebrow in his direction
“I can’t visit my girlfriend?” Draco asked connecting his eyes with hers
“That is not what I meant, I am always the one looking for you” She said approaching the bed to get on his lap
Draco would not admit it out loud but he had missed the girl, they had not seen each other since yesterday, in the morning Y/n was with her friends from Ravenclaw and the rest of the day he had been busy studying for his exam.
“I want to fuck you” He admitted bringing his cold lips to his girlfriend's neck “I miss being inside you” He whisper sucking the skin to leave a mark that everyone would see
“I miss you, Dray” Y/n mumble, letting out a sigh for everything she was feeling
The boy smiled when he heard his words, Draco knew that Y/n needed attention, affection and love, but he enjoyed the situation more when he needed her and she gave herself completely to him.
“You won't need this anymore” Draco said as he took off her shirt, observing her breasts that were kept tight inside her bra
his kisses went down to her clavicle and finally reached her breasts, her boyfriend's hands took care of removing her bra exposing her nipples, a wonderful sight for draco’s eyes.
While Y/n moved her hips back and forth on top of Draco's cock, he began to kiss, lick and bite the upper part of his girlfriend's body.
“I love how you look in a suit, but it's hell to take your shirt off” Y/n said trying to undo the buttons
“You're wasting time, just break it” Draco growled slapping her on the butt, that said the black buttons fell on the bed seconds before her back did the same
“You're so wet” the blonde muttered running one of his fingers over her panties
“Draco” the girl moaned raising her hips to have more contact
“tell me what you want” He order repeating his previous action
“I want ... I want you to make me come with your fingers” Y/n replied as her boyfriend shook his head
“I'm sorry to disappoint you princess but I want to feel you in my mouth” Draco said
His kisses went down her stomach until they reached the edge of her panties, raising her gaze, Y/n nodded giving him permission to continue, the boy slid her panties down her legs before throwing them to the ground.
“spread your legs” Draco ordered while the girl did it without thinking
When he could see her pussy, the blonde felt his mouth water, he was always surprised with how wet his girlfriend could get.
“D-Draco” Y/n moaned as she felt the blonde's tongue on her clit
the boy fascinated with the sounds that left the mouth of his girlfriend continued happy with his task before the door was violently opened
“shit sorry” Cho said with her cheeks red from embarrassment as Cedric kept kissing her shoulder
“can you go” the blonde grunted covering his girlfriend
“come on, my room is empty” Cedric said tightening the girl's waist
“fuck you Malfoy” Cho snapped slamming the door
“I can no longer spoil my girlfriend without being interrupted” Draco said looking at Y/n
“shut up Malfoy and get on with your work” the girl ordered rolling her eyes
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Learning| George Weasley
A/n- Im so sorry to whoever requested this for getting it out so late, my grandpa has been in the hospital- but im back on my feet and requests are still open!
Thank you for the request! I hope you accept this with my apology!
Warnings : oral (female receiving), kissing, swearing and pretty much just fluff!
Summary: George wants to learn something, but he needs your help. (I suck at summarys.)
Pairing: George weasley x fem!reader
You and George had been friends since 2nd year, you'd helped him and his brother distract a teacher for a prank and became nearly insuperable since.
Though, you were quite fond of George especially, you loved the way his eyes glistened in the sun, how the corners of his lips were tugged up after he'd see you.
You wouldn't go as far as to say you had a crush on the boy, but sure you'd flirt with him, a lot. and you wouldn't mind it if he liked you back
You loved being friends with the twins, they were immensely funny, never once would they fail to put a smile on your face.
"hey Georgie!" You called, throwing your arms over his shoulders, encasing him in a hug.
"mornin' darling, how are you?" He asked, motioning for you to sit beside him in the great Hall.
"Lovely, now at least. Angelina and Katie have been nagging me all morning to go to hogsmeade with them after classes today. Are you free after dinner?" You questioned, obliging and taking a seat beside him.
Fred was seated on the left of you, while their younger brother Ron and the youngest, Ginny, sat across from you.
"Only of that means we'll be alone." He answered with a suggestive wink.
You had just left for Hogsmeade with Angie and Katie.
"soo, Yn, Fred told me you and George are going to be hanging out alone after dinner."
Angie said, nudging your arm with her elbow in the process.
"Uhm yeah actually, but he's always making things sound so, well you know, suggestive in any way he can.” You replied, while a pink tint flooded your cheeks.
“But that’s just George being George.” You continued.
George was a very flirty person, flirting with everyone, though he’d never managed to speak very clearly with you. He would stutter and cover it up with ‘oh uh sorry I breathed in wrong.’ and disregarded it like it was nothing.
You found it funny how you’d known each other for so long and he still became flustered with just your knee grazing his.
You and George had talking about ‘things’ before only you’d never even thought of going through with it, scared it would ruin your friendship. So instead you’d just joked about it as a way to cope with the loss of what has the potential to be an absolutely mind blowing relationship.
You two had kissed once or twice, but nothing more. The two of you called it ‘practicing’.
But there was something else George needed to practice.
George had recently been gifted a flip phone from his father, so instead of letters taking forever being delivered, and longer to get a reply.
Aurther had in fact given everyone in the family a phone, and so George has every one of his family members numbers.
“Hello?” Bill answered, confused as to why there was no name.
“Hey, Bill, Its me, George.”
“How are you George, how are classes lately?”
“Uhm pretty good actually.”
As the pairs conversation sounded as if about to end, George made his move.
“Bill, I have a question. I’ve been meaning to ask you for a bit actually.”
“I’m all ears.”
“well, I wanted to know how exactly to go down on a girl.”
Bill paused, he was taken back for sure, but that was almost completely exceeded at the need to be excited for his little brother.
“First, might I ask who the lucky lady is?”
“Y/n, we had her over for Christmas last year.”
“No shit, looks like Fred owes me a few galleons.”
George’s face contorted into confusion, “You guys bet on us?”
“Yeah, even mum and dad had a go at it. Let me tell you, the tension was unbelievable, I remember it like it was yesterday. But besides the point, you guys only started snogging now!? Man, I assumed it started last Christmas.”
“Gee, thanks. So, can you help me?”
George was incredibly happy he didn’t need to have this conversation in person.
“I can try. It’s different for every women, George. I’d assume you know about the female anatomy?”
George nodded, forgetting for a second that he was on the phone. “yeah.”
“Her clit, make sure you’re paying attention to that. And don’t just, you know, lick it, you need to suck on it too, common misconception. Oh! Finger her as well, girls love that.”
George was very concentrated, as Bill continued, making sure to take notes in his head.
You had gotten back from hogsmeade after buying a beautiful set of lingerie. It was underwear and a bra, both black with white lace lining.
You knew right then and there that it was what you were going to wear under your clothes with George tonight.
After you had changed and made the girls promise to stay out of the dorms, you made your way to the great hall where you knew George was waiting for you.
“How was hogsmeade, gorgeous?” George asked, giving you no time at all to even sit down with him.
“Pretty good actually. What did you have going on?”
You scoffed, “Since when does George Weasley willingly learn in his free time?”
“Well if you must know, I’ve found something that I’m quite passionate about.”
“Oh really? And what might that be Mr. Weasley?” You asked, taking a bite of your food.
“You’ll see.” He muttered.
All throughout dinner you couldn’t help but think about what might happen with you and George, until finally it had ended.
You guys had begun walking out of the great hall as you interlocked your fingers with his and lead him to the girl dorms, knowing full well it was empty.
You had made it to your dorm, sitting down on your bed, nodding for him to sit with you.
“We really are alone after all.” George said, sitting with you, watching as you lied down.
“Yeah, I guess we are.” you replied, watching him take off his robes.
“So, Georgie, what might you want to do all alone?” You asked slipping your robes off as well leaving the both of you in the rest of your uniforms.
“Well i have something in mind, and I know you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“mhm.” He mumbled, laying down beside you.
“D’you remember kissing practice?”
“How could I forget.”
“I think I’ve forgotten d’you mind going over the material with me?” you asked with a wink.
“Who am I to deny you.” He answered, sending butterflies erupting in your stomach.
George chuckled softly at your now flushed cheeks before leaning in, you met him half way closing the gap between you two.
You knew exactly how to kiss George, after all you guys had practiced and not just once.
Your hands instinctively found themselves in Georges hair, pulling slightly earning a groan from him. To you, it felt and sounded like heaven on earth.
You hated to admit your small crush on your best friend but it was there, you could only hope that he felt the same.
after a near 10 minute make out, George pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” You asked while your face scrunched up in confusion.
“I’d like to try something knew, if its beyond your boundaries that’s totally fine and we don’t have to do anything,” He started, your heart was pounding, you were feeling a mix of confusion and excitement. “Go on.”
“I’ll get straight to the point, could I maybe go down on you?”
“Um great, just a warning, I-Uh I’ve never done this before.” He added awkwardly.
“Don’t worry about it Georgie, I’ll help you.” You answered with a smile. You began shedding your clothing, one by one until you were in the sheer lingerie you had bought earlier today.
“You’re absolutely stunning, Y/n.” George’s comment made your cheeks visibly heat up. “Thank you George.” You said, biting back a smile.
You laid on your back in front of him, watching him crawl on top of you, giving you a small peck on the lips before moving down to your heat.
He slowly pulled your panties down, having you lift your hips to help.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop, alright, darling?” You nodded with a soft smile plastered on your face, watching him.
He licked a long stripe up your cunt, earning a groan from you.
George slipped his tongue inside you, licking and reaching everything he could while moans consistently slipped passed your lips. It felt as though their were dozens of cornish pixies flying all around your stomach.
“Fuck George, m-my-Fuck!” Just as you were about to instruct him, his tongue quickly slipped out of you and began kitten licking your clit. you felt sparks going off inside you.
Your body hips were moving relentlessly, so George moved his arm to sit on your lower abdomen, holding you down.
He gently sucked on your clit, before you felt something penetrate you, looking down to see he was simultaneously fingering you. You felt on top of the world.
George added a finger, and held a steady pace. He flicked your clit and began slightly nudging it with his nose.
He curled his fingers just slightly, hitting your g-spot and sending your back off the bed. He noticed how this motion effected you, so he decided to keep with that movement.
“Fucking hell, are you sure you’ve never done this before?!” You shouted, not caring whether or not anyone heard you.
You watched him look up, and with his signature cheeky grin and shook his head ‘no’. You felt those same pixies from earlier, you weren’t sure if it was the sensations his fingers were making you feel alone, or just the sight of seeing him in between your legs ( A sight you thought you’d only see in your fantasy’s) and with a wink dove right back in.
“Oh my god, fuck!” You yelled, gripping your bed sheets, positive you had somehow damaged the fabric. The words naturally slipped out of your mouth, as more sinful noises continued to tumble out of it.
“You like that?” George asked rhetorically, you nodded frantically with heavy breath.
“Yes, yes! Don’t stop Georgie, please don’t fucking stop!” George chuckled at your late reaction and sped up his fingers, he found that one spongey spot inside you, knowingly pushing on it, squeezing another moan out of you.
You had nearly screamed, muffling your face into the pillow.
“Fuck, George, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum George!” You yelled, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen tighten.
Your body began involuntarily began grinding into George’s fingers and mouth. You felt his nose press into your pubic bone due to your movements but that didn’t stop you.
“you gonna cum on my face, hmm, deary?”
“Yes, yes, yes, please George let me cum on your face!” You pleaded.
“Go ahead darling, cum all over my face,” He breathed.
You felt as if your were about to burst, you needed to let go and George’s dirty words weren’t helping you hold it in.
“I’m cumming, Georgie, oh my gods!” You screamed, letting everything go.
your orgasm washed over you. You held your breath, muffling you moan into the pillow. Your muscles tightened and untightened, legs shaking while the rest of your body began to spasm.
George rode out your orgasm while your body jerked.
“You can come u-up now George.” you said, patting beside you for him to lay down.
“So, was that any good?” He asked, looking over at him you sent a lazy nod along with a smile.
“George, that was the best head I’ve ever received.”
“A-are you cold?” George asked, confused. Looking down you saw that your legs were still shaking after your incredible orgasm that had still been sending shockwaves through your body.
“No,” you laughed, “But if you wanted to pull the covers over and take a nap, then yes I’m cold.” You answered with a yawn.
“Of course, my love.”
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𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌!
𝑴𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂, 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒛 𝒐𝒓 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕! 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔/𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆!
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒅!
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆! ♡
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➵ Words Are Useless
➵ I Hate Green
➶ Wand Fun
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𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵!
𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓?
➳ Harry Potter
➳ Ron Weasley
➳ Hermione Granger
➳ Fred and George Weasley
➳ Oliver Wood
➳ Draco Malfoy
➳ Blaise Zabini
➳ Theodore Nott
➳ Pansy Parkinson
➳ Tom Riddle
➳ Bill Weasley
➳ Fleur Delacour
➳ Ginny Weasley
➳ Luna Lovegood
➳ Neville Longbottom
➳ Cedric Diggory
➳ Sirius Black
➳ Remus Lupin
➳ James Potter
➳ Lily Potter
➳ Nymphadora Tonks
➳ Lucius Malfoy
➳ Narcissa Malfoy
➳ Severus Snape
➳ Bellatrix Lestrange
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆?
I write fluff, smut and angst! I will not write about kinks or ships that make me uncomfortable, I hope you understand. ♡
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