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jarofstyles · 9 months

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I'd LOVE to see a smut blurb where wolfrry fucks y/n senselessy in public for everyone to see. And point out how slippery his baby cunt is for him ughhhhh

WOAHHHH fbhdjsbhsdbkbdks okay we can do a little blurb for that bc wolfrry is a possessive son of a bitch but loves to show off.

warnings- public sex (In this au it is normal dw), degradation, alpha!Harry, mention of knotting. its filth tbh I'm sorry

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"Look up." His grip on her throat tightened. His body draped over hers, cock buried deep inside of her weepy hole. Y/N's bleary eyes looked up to watch as people passed them, some standing to the side to see the show. Harry'd had enough of her teasing and fulfilled his promise to fuck her dumb where everyone could see- bent over the hood of his car. "See that? They're watching you get fucked. Everyone can see what a naughty little bitch you've been." His chuckle against her ear made her keen, fingers curling on the metal of the hood.

It felt so good, so exhilirating to be fucked like this. She had poked and prodded and teased and now she was learning a lesson. Harry had no fears, no worries, and he was going to take what he wanted. "I see them, I see..." She whined, eyes hooded as she felt him thrust into her again. "I like when people s-see." Her stuttered words faded as his hand tightened on her throat, his deep and thorough fucking making her body light up. It felt so fucking good, Harry doing everything he could to make her as weak for him as possible.

This was the end goal. To make him snap and fuck her until all she could do was moan and cry out, to have him show her off the way she liked. She was a slut for it, the thrill of having other people watch her get pounded, having them know she was his. That he owned her and she was properly taken care of. Harry was thick, splitting her open as her cunt wept on his cock, making a mess.

"I know you do. S'why you were a fucking slut and flashed me your tits like that." He grit, pinching her nipple with his opposite hand. "You want to be a show off? Fine. Now people can see you being fucked dumb like the stupid little pup you are." He tugged on the nipple to make her moan, lifting his leg slightly to get deeper into her. "Slippery cunt take my cock so fucking good, though. Gonna take my knot just as good, hm?" He nipped aw her jaw to make her squeak. "Gonna milk every drop of cum while people watch you be filled?"

"Yes, m'yours. Want to take everything, please, please, please-" She was cut off by his hand covering her mouth, muffling the moans as she jolted with each punishing thrust into her hole. Her eyes rolled back as his cock began to pulse inside of her, his orgasm approaching soon.

"Shut the fuck up and take it then, puppy. No one wants to hear your voice, just want to see how drippy that pathetic hole gets for my cock."

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harryistheonlyoneforme · 1 year

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You Pop When We Get Intimate*

pairing: werewolf harry x reader

warnings: abo dynamics, smut, dirty talk

YN lets out a pained cough as she breathes in the hot, sticky atmosphere of the crowded living room that her and her boyfriend have just entered. The smell of weed and alcohol hits the back of her throat with the first inhale the second her foot crosses the threshold. She can feel her boyfriend’s warm hand on her waist as he keeps her close to him, guiding the two of them through the disarray of bodies that fill the decently sized room. Looking around, YN can see all heads turn to eye them for a split second before the ending away, whispering to the people around them. Soon enough, the house is quiet save for the sound of “Get Into It (Yuh)” by Doja Cat.

A slight grimace decorates her face, and a dimpled smile adorns his as they get deeper into the house. Harry used to this atmosphere, and YN is the exact opposite. She never went to parties unless it was for family, and the only time she drank is when she was alone or with just her and Harry. The pair makes their way over to the couch that is overflowing with bodies, some people on the cushions and others resting on the back. With one look at Harry, they get the message loud and clear just from the look in his eyes. Instantly, group dissipates to give the couple room to sit comfortably. YN is both equally impressed and scared, wondering what Harry did to gain the kind of reputation he has with his pack members. With just a single look, Harry managed to assert his dominance, no words spoken.

Harry gives all of them one last intense stare before he turns to YN and gives her a bright, dimpled smile, motioning to the now empty couch for her to take a seat. She smiles in thanks and sits down, placing her handbag on her lap as he sits as well, throwing his arm onto the back of the couch, resting behind her head. The two sit there for a while as various people come by and say hello, introducing themselves to YN and greeting their pack leader, making sure they don’t get to close to his lover. Harry doesn’t take his eyes off of any of them, watching each individual like a hawk. A deep growl is bubbling in his chest when -, one of the inferior alphas in the pack, gets a bit too close to her, a threatening glint in his eyes as he broadens his shoulders and prepares to attack. Luckily, the man steps away in fear, and YN takes the opportunity to rub at Harry’s hand, calming him down.

The defensive man finally relaxes into the couch at her touch, a sigh leaving his soft lips. The two sit and relax there, watching the party happen and having their own little conversations. About ten minutes in, one of Harry’s men ends up bringing them two red solo cups filled with clear alcohol, and Harry uses his strong nose to sniff it despite his trust for the other man. When he smells nothing but alcohol in their cups, he passes one to YN for her to sip on as they continue to talk. Sometime when they were talking, Harry had placed his free, ringed hand on YN’s thigh without her noticing, and it was gradually going further and further under her skirt throughout the conversation. YN only notices his intent when he reaches her inner thigh, very close to her vagina. She relaxes into the couch as she realizes that Harry is falling right into her trap.

“Where the fuck are your panties?” he grits out, directly next to her ear as he darts his eyes up to her face. He immediately takes in the smug smile on her face, realizing her plan all along. “Oh, I see. You want t’get punished tonight, hm?” he whispers against the shell of her ear before biting down gently, continuing. “I don’t think you’d like my punishments tonight,” he finishes, satisfied with the way her body tenses up at the plural term. The party is awfully quiet, each wolf straining their ears to hear what the couple is speaking about. Some faces are red, eyes on their shoes, while others are listening shamelessly, stopping their actions to hear.

“Do you know who you’re fucking with? Or should I remind you? Think m’gonna. Right here in front of everyone,” he spits, trailing his right hand up her thigh once more. A smirk forms on his face as he sees her right hand that is holding her beverage start to shake slightly, nerves entering her body at his words. “Spread y’legs a bit” he murmurs, and she does so immediately, giving him access to her wet center.

His fingers instantly take purchase on her throbbing clit, a small mewl leaving her parted lips as he rubs directly over the head. Warm Wetness is dripping from her vagina and into her skirt, her hips bucking up into his hand. The second he picks up speed, she moans under her breath, the feeling making her entire body tingle. He keeps his fingers on her clit, not stopping his ministrations as her orgasm builds rather quickly. Just as she gets close to the edge, her legs shaking slightly around his hand, he pulls his fingers away and laughs darkly as he hears her cry out in frustration before turning and burying her face into his shoulder.

The two of them know that every single person in the room can smell her arousal, but are trying their hardest to ignore it. They all know that if they even look at YN the wrong way, Harry won’t hesitate to end their lives. The rest of the partygoers continue dancing to the music awkwardly, talking and drinking as they try their hardest to ignore the situation happening in the dead center of the party. Tears are welling in her eyes in frustration, her orgasm quickly fading away. Harry, not being able to let her be, decides to tease her a bit.

“Need me to fuck you, hm? Just say the word and I’ll end this party right now so I can fuck you real good. How does that sound, Puppy?” he asks, stroking up and down her thigh with his wet hand. Despite the fact that it isn’t his home, he obviously has the power to end it just for her, and that has her cunt clenching around nothing as she nods furiously into his shoulder.

“Yeah?” he coos, a condescending undertone to his words. YN nods against his shoulder with a whimper, making him smile in victory. She pulls away for just a moment to speak into his ear, her voice desperate and breathy. “Please, Alpha. Need it so bad,” she whines, burying her face into his shoulder once more. He chuckles at her desperation, his cock leaking even more at the compelling smell of her thick arousal in the air. It makes the small room feel even more compact, and he’s instantly growling out his command for everyone to leave, every single alpha, beta, and omega leaving the house in a hurry, wanting their lives to be spared.

Once the room is empty save for the two of them, Harry lifts her skirt and pulls her over to straddle his thigh, pressing her bare cunt against the thick muscle. She gasps as she feels the rough material of his pants against her clit. He barely gives her time to adjust before he’s placing both hands on her hips, helping to move her sopping cunt along his thigh. She nearly falls over at the feeling in her sensitive clit, a broken moan leaving her lips.

“Feel good, baby?” he coos, YN nodding quickly as he works her along him. “Soaking my pants, honey. So fucking wet for me, hm?” he teases, and she doesn’t even have the energy to make a rebuttal, letting him help her cum. Moans are leaving her lips as another orgasm builds, and she can only let it happen, hoping he’ll let her cum this time.

“Gonna cum,” she whispers, her breath catching in her throat as he cunt literally quivers against his thigh, and he’s immediately holding her onto him firmly, stopping her movements. She’s instantly tearing up again, falling into his chest and babbling wordlessly as her orgasm fades away once more. Harry removes a hand from her hip and places it onto her back, rubbing up and down gently as he knows he’s being really mean.

“What do you need, baby?” he asks her, hearing her whine. “Use y’words, Puppy. Can’t understand what you need when you’re all dumb for me. Haven’t even given you m’cock yet and you can’t even use your words. Do I really have that effect on you?” he teases, watching her get all shy and embarrassed. “No need to be ashamed, Lovie. Just tell me what y’need, pup,” he tuts, grabbing her chin gently to coax her into making eye contact with him.

“Need you deep inside me, please. Need to feel you, for you to make me cum. I’ll be such a good girl for you I swear,” she whines, nuzzling into his grip. He hums in satisfaction, looking into her glossy eyes, sensing how bad she needs it. He needs it too, so he decides to put the both of them out of their misery.

“Alright, baby. Ass up” he says, landing one last smack on her sore ass cheek to get her going. She’s instantaneously scrambling to prop up onto the back of the couch, Harry kneels in order to slide behind her. “Ready for me?” he asks, gripping the base of his thick cock, preparing her for him.

She nods and lets out a whimper as she feels his weepy tip swipe through her swollen folds, mewling for him to get into her. He decides to end her suffering, sliding in her tight opening inch by inch, her walls stretching to accommodate him. The both of them groan out into the thick air of the room, and a slight squelching can be heard as he slides into her, bottoming out. Her eyes flutter closed as she feels every vein on his cock against her velvety walls, the slight sting of him stretching her out making her whimper.

Harry stays that way for a while, his hips flush to hers as he relishes in the feeling of her warm, wet walls around his shaft. She feels so fucking good he doesn’t know how long he’ll last before he’s exploding into her. The second he feels like he won’t explode with one thrust, he pulls out until his tip is resting at her entrance before pushing all the way back into her, sliding against her g-spot. She’s moaning into the arm of the couch, tears building in her eyes as she takes in every ounce of pleasure he’s giving her.

“How’s it feeling, Puppy?” he asks over her whines, a smile on his face when she physically can’t answer. “Is that deep enough for you? Feel me deep in y’tummy?” he coos, his cock twitching when she nods and presses her ass against his hips. “So fucking good around me, baby” he moans, still fucking her slow and deep.

He pulls out once more before slamming into her harder, a surprised yelp leaving her lips at the change. “Fuck!” she exclaims against the fabric, her hands fisting the cushions. She’s nearly ripping the cushions with her nails, gripping onto them tightly as he drills into her perfectly. Harry is literally so deep inside her, filling her to the brim as he stuffs every inch of his cock inside with each thrust. She’s so full of him she can barely breathe, gasping for air with each and every plunge. He can feel her starting to clench already, her past orgasms coming back at full speed.

“Y’gonna cum, m’love? Hm? Gonna soak m’cock before I let you rest?” he pants, rubbing up and down her back as her entire body locks up, her orgasm moments away. She nods into the cushions once more, biting down on the fabric as she holds back until she has permission. “Okay, Puppy. Cum for me, cum for your alpha like a good little pup” he coos, and no more than five seconds later, she’s cumming all over his cock with a shout, a thick layer of cream covering the base of him.

He doesn’t stop fucking her, riding out her orgasm. With each thrust, he feels more and more of her cream coat him, leaving his lower belly sticky with her orgasm. He fucks her until her body goes limp against the couch before pulling out slowly and making his way around to where her head is, her body twitching with the aftershocks. He rubs a hand over her head, watching her relax into it.

“Can you go again or should I just clean y’up?” he rasps, despite his throbbing cock still needing stimulation. She says nothing, propping herself up and leaning forward to take his cock into her mouth, suckling on the angry head of it. A groan is bubbling from deep in his chest and he’s trying to refrain from bucking into her mouth. He’s instantly sent over the edge when YN takes all of him into her mouth and down into her throat, his head thrown back and his mouth dropped open in a silent scream. She sucks him dry, cleaning every last drop of cum from his cock as his legs shake in overstimulation.

Whining, he pulls away from her and makes eye contact. “You didn’t have to do that, baby” he pants. “Was just gonna clean you up” he says, rubbing over her head gently. She just shakes her head, a yawn leaving her lips.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, I know. Just get over here and cuddle me. M’tired,” she whispers, reaching up to pull him toward her. He chuckles at his perfect girlfriend, lying down on the couch before flattening her onto him, wrapping his arms around her. The two fall asleep within a few minutes, right there in the center of the room.

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rockingrobin69 · 9 months

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Beast of a thing

“What can I get you?” asked a loud voice, and Harry rubbed his face till his eyes burned.

“Hmm?” was clearly not the right answer.

“Coffee? Seems like you might need one. And something to nibble on. Sweet or savoury?”

“I,” Harry said, which wasn’t that much better. The—person?—who kept pestering him was smiley and extremely bright-eyed. Leaned down to him over a dark-blue apron, half-conspiratorial, half amused.

“Sweet, I should think.”

How rude. Harry crawled in here to die peacefully, not be badgered about fucking coffee. But a few seconds—minutes?—later there was more bustling, and someone placed a cup right next to where he was holding his head. It smelled hot. It smelled good.

Before he could even make the decision, Harry’s hands grabbed it and—oops—spilled a little, never mind. Yeah, it burned. Yeah, whatever. Harry raised the cup with a shaky fist and sipped something horrible and scalding hot. He felt, absurdly, and for the first time in—he felt a little bit like a person again. How fucking embarrassing. How fucking inaccurate.

“There you go, darling,” this time armed with a scone. The smell of clotted cream made Harry’s eyes roll back, made him choke. The jam was even worse, so sweet he nearly gagged. “This should cheer you right up.”

He nearly, nearly laughed. Was too busy growling, rubbing his pointy teeth against his inner lip. Something in his expression must have finally registered with the perky waiter, since they hurried back, tray cluttering as they hit something. Harry could finally go back to his—

“What now?” to the movement from the corner of his eye, but—the smell hit him first, hit harder. Lemon zest and evergreen forest. Something so pleasant it made Harry whimper, made him close his eyes. The newcomer used this reprieve to sneak into the seat next to Harry, so close their knees were touching.

“What do you want?” Harry asked, or whined. It hurt behind his molars, it hurt in the pit of his stomach. The touch, the unbelievable pressure coming from deep, deep inside.

“Hello to you too, Potter. You’re not an easy man to find.”

“Not an easy man,” Harry managed.

“Not a man,” Malfoy countered.

“Not,” Harry, “interested. Go back to the Ministry and—”

“So you really haven’t heard? I quit.” When Harry chanced a look, Malfoy was busy examining his fingernails. He looked—he smelled—he—was an onslaught Harry couldn’t, wouldn’t withstand.

Instead of whimpering again, of being pathetic: “So what do you want? Why come all this way if it wasn’t some…”

“Scheme?” Malfoy uncrossed his legs, leaned back. Too fucking much; Harry’s mouth watered already. “Plot? Who said it wasn’t. Maybe I’m hunting you down all for myself now.”

“Why,” Harry growled.

“Maybe I didn’t like the way you left.” A rustle: Harry didn’t need to look to know what that sound was. “Dear Malfoy, I hope you’ll understand—”

“Enough.”

Malfoy’s gaze burned on his skin. Malfoy’s everything burned. “—there’s nothing else I can do—”

“Enough. Please.”

A bang, too loud; his fist on the table. The coffee cup trembled, didn’t spill. “Oh, is that too much? Hearing your own stupid words? You can take it, sweetheart. We’ve not even got to the good part yet.”

Harry tried to take cover behind his hand. “Please, it’s—”

“I think you might be my mate,” Malfoy quoted in the iciest tone Harry’s ever heard, “Which is exactly why I have to go—”

“I did!” hiding, hiding. “How could I stay, how could I do anything when I knew I’d be putting you at risk? The Ministry won’t stop. And even if—even if they did,” in this horrible, shaky voice. “What I’ve become—”

“A fucking idiot, you mean?”

Harry looked up.

Malfoy’s lips were so thin. “I don’t care what you are. I don’t care what they tried to make you into. You think I might be your mate and then you run? Sentence yourself to, what, a miserable, lonely existence just because you’re scared?”

The shudder took him so hard he nearly fell. “I can’t hurt you,” Harry said through gritted teeth. “I won’t.”

“You have, arsehole,” with exasperation that seemed oddly fond. “Come on, Potter. You didn’t even do me the courtesy of asking.”

“Asking?”

“Veelas have mates too. You’d know if you bothered to stick around.”

“They have—” something whirled in his belly, in his chest. Something sickening and bright. “Wait. Are you saying—what are you saying?”

“You can’t hurt me.” Malfoy bent closer. “Not in the way you imagine. Not if you stay and work it out like an adult. I won’t let the Ministry use you as a weapon. I won’t let anything—I’m saying you’re an idiot, and I’m an even bigger one, and that if you’d run from me again, you’ll regret it.”

A smile burst, baffled and hot between his cheeks. “You… are you serious?”

“You think I came all this way for a joke? I only commit to things that are worth my while.” His grey eyes, burning. “Are you worth my while?”

Helpless, he grabbed Malfoy’s hand. The scent of him in Harry’s nose, heavenly and far too strong: everything he could hope for, that he tried to escape. “Please,” Harry croaked.

Malfoy hummed, leaned back. Used his free hand to steal Harry’s scone. “I’m staying across the road. When you’re quite done—”

On his feet. “Done.” The edges of Malfoy’s lips twitched.

“Very well.” He got up, cast a look from under his endless lashes. “Potter. If you leave again—”

“I won’t,” Harry promised, and meant it. Won’t be able to, now that he had Malfoy back in his arms, smelling and looking and being like that. Now that Harry felt alive, and like a person, and also not. Better than any treat, sweet or savoury. Bitter and sour, lemon zest and evergreens: his Malfoy. His mate.

For my dear @generalpizzaengineer and their prompt 💖

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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Housemate

in which Y/N finds a cheap place to live...

(Werewolf!Harry × Florist!reader)

Masterlist

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Moving out was a hard task and harder than that was finding a place to live.

You thought packing your bags and moving out of your parents' house after one bad fight was some kind of badass move, but it came to bite you in the ass.

You were living in your best friend's apartment, but she herself was moving in with her boyfriend, and the apartment was already bought by the next owners, and you only had two days left.

Most of the places you saw were either too expensive, too shady, or too far from your shop.

Losing all hope, you sat down on the bench in the park and ate your burrito. Tears of frustration and anger were pricking in your eyes when a piece of paper flew straight on your face and stuck to it.

You removed it from your face groaning. The first thing you saw was 'housemate needed' in bold letters, and like fate pulling you in, you walked straight to the address, forgetting all about your burrito.

*****

Harry was in desperate need of a roommate. Someone would think being who he is, he wouldn't have to worry about bills and shit but it was a modern world, even his dad had to go to work.

His work pay wasn't cutting it, though. He was struggling to pay his bills and still have some money left for food and stuff or in his savings. Then Niall suggested getting a roommate like he did. The idea would have been great if he was a normal human being, but he wasn't. He was a walking danger.

A blaring warning signal on legs was who he was.

His house was beautiful if he said so himself. It was a decent size, two rooms, and a bathroom with an open kitchen-living room plan. Most of the walls decorated with pastels. Living room walls were baby blue but a specific shade he loved with loads of plants.

No one wanted to live near the forest, which was the problem. His house of near forest (for obvious reasons) and most of the people living there were either like him or old people who just wanted to live off their days in peace.

He had just plopped himself down on his couch when the bell rang. He stood up straight, something about whoever it was on the door made his senses perk up. He fixed his jeans and patchwork cardigan he made himself. Harry walked towards the door, the unknown feeling growing and growing.

He calmed and took a deep breath before opening the door. But when he did, he forgot how to breathe. There you were in a cute little yellow sundress with black boots and the biggest smile showing your dimple on the left cheek.

"Hi" You said like a bird in some disney movie. You looked like a disney character with big almost animated looking eyes, curly hair tied up in a half up do.

"Hi" He mumbled shyly and welcomed you in. He wasn't very outgoing but in front of you he felt different. It was like he was a teenager again interacting with crush for the first time.

He really hoped you would agree to live here cause he didn't know if he could let you go.

"I saw the ad for a housemate? I honestly didn't know flyers were still a thing you know cause of Craigslist and stuff. " You laughed lightly while Harry's face went red.

"My friend suggested I should get another person here cause of expenses, and I'm not good with the internet, so I did what I knew," He said, feeling a bit embarrassed. He grew up different from the others, and he also didn't like social media, to be honest.

He was basically a grandma in 25 years old boy's body, as Niall says.

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that." Your eyes widened, thinking you had made him feel bad. The walking around the whole area has gotten you tired and maybe a grumpy, "Oh my god, I'm sorry"

That made him laugh, showing off the deep dimples on both sides of his cheeks, his eyes crinkling. He looked like a squished grape, but in a cute way, you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and hold his face for entern-

Woah there calm down.

"I like this place a lot," you said, turning away before you could do something embarrassing.

"I will show you around," He said, walking in front of you. It was a small house with a small entryway with a shoerack and medium-sized mirror. The living room was blue with loads of plants and a yellow couch with a matching love seat, giving it a pop of colour. The kitchen was also blue with white cupboards, an island facing the back o the couch.

There were two doors, one of which you guessed was Harry's room and other yours. "This is my room" He said opening the room, it was everything you expected, white walls with a blue accent wall, crumbled white sheets on bed in middle of the room, a desk near the window and loads of plants.

"Blue is your favorite I take," you teased, watching him smile shyly and mumble a yeah.

Then we got to the other room, it was sage green with an old couch in the middle and that was it. It was a decent size enough for you. There was a window just like in his. It was identical to most.

"So...do you like it?" Harry trailed off. He was anxiously looking at you trying to figure out if you liked it or not.

"I love it!" You gave him a big smile and walked in more to look around. The whole house had a musky smile, like soil after rain, foresty, and you were in love.

"I might have to tell you I might steal your clothes cause they look good and comfy." You teased him and gave a cheeky laugh.

Harry was about to jump in happiness like a puppy getting asked if he wanted a treat, and in a way, it was.

"You can take whatever you want." He smiled, and you there it was the urge to just pinch his cheeks, and this time you gave in.

You extened your hand and gave him a soft pinch on cheek, "You're soo cut-" You cut off your sentence and removed your hand. It felt like an electric shock went through when you touched him.

Harry felt it too, a lot harder than you. His eyes were matching his, wide in shock. You didn't know what it meant, and neither did Harry, but it wasn't something normal, and neither was them being so undeniably pulled towards each other.

"I never got your name," Harry asked in hushed in voice, your eyes on his emerald ones.

"Y/N," you replied in the same voice, not wanting to break the moment. Harry smiled, thinking how your name suited you a lot.

"Welcome to Lone Cottage, Y/N"

*****

Here is my soft puppy boy, istg i love him sm

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bluebutter-art · 2 years

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Ah, dearest

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drarryreads · 10 months

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Take the Moon

by @tackytigerfic (Mature, 15K)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. Living with Draco (biscuit-lover, no work/life balance, good hair) and his son Scorpius (also biscuit-lover, colour-codes his bricks, proud bearer of plastic swan-shaped garden ornament) gives Harry the routine and companionship he’s always craved. There’s also the matter of the really great sex (because what’s a marriage of convenience without a little fun, after all?) It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

This isn't the story of the marriage. This is the story of two hurt and damaged men who learned how hard they could work for the sake of love.

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cluelesspigeons · 10 months

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This is written for the song “Spillways” by Ghost from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 150

Drarry microfic: calm down

“Hey, look at me.”

Draco took Harry’s head between both of his hands, forcing Harry to look at him. His once green eyes were now glowing golden. A dangerous snarl escaped Harry’s lips.

“You’ll be okay,” Draco whispered. He rested his forehead against Harry’s, closing his eyes. “You’ll be okay. We will be okay. But I need you to calm down.”

He could feel Harry calming down almost immediately. It was only when he felt Harry wrap his arms around his waist and pull him closer that he opened his eyes again.

Harry’s familiar green eyes looked back at him. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I should have known better. But… but sometimes it’s so hard to control, I—”

Draco shook his head, caressing Harry’s cheek. “It’s okay, my love. I understand.” One corner of his mouth lifted up into a half smile. “We’ll get them next time.”

Prompt from March 17th

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overallrry · 2 years

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harry styles “werewolf” fics

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lone wolf (jarofstyles)

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Warmth was something you shouldn’t live without, but he did for quite some time. Power at fingertips would never replace what was missing but when you were a leader, sometimes it’s all you have to go off of. The croons of howls echoing off the trees become home.

Until you get hit with it. Everything you’ve been waiting for, plopped into your lap and you everything falls into place. Or so it should. Love, lust, everything in between. A soul mate granted by mother moon and the fates watching behind a screen.

werewolves exist, harry hates y/n, and niall eats a lot (jawllines)

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“Okay,” she says, “Okay, I get it! Not a word, to anyone, about anything, I promise.” “Your promises mean nothing to me.” He finally releases her and Y/N tries to push away the woozy feeling overtaking her, but it’s to no use. Her world spins and spins, like a zoetrope of dark reds, and chocolate fur, and angry green eyes. She can’t quite gain her footing when she feels herself fall back, vision blotched with black and greys as she feels herself hit the ground.

The last thing she hears is Harry gruffly utter, “You’ve got t'a be fuckin’ kidding me.”

And then there’s nothing.

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Harry is the Alpha and you’re the Omega

the true encounter

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Y/n accidentally cries wolf in the middle of the woods and Harry shows up, claiming to be her mate. Now she has to choose between her life with humans or a life with wolves.

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jawllines

harry and y/n hate eachother... but things change

jarofstyles

arrogant son of a bitch

solfwolfrry

dad wolfrry

harryistheonlyoneforme

puppy

imperium

carolinasgirl

broken rules

altafan

heal

erodasfishtacos

what's mine

until the end of time

werewolf!harry verse

haaarry

werewolf!harry in heat

harry is a werewolf and becomes protective of y/n

werewolf!harry

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tackytigerfic · 2 years

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Howl

M ~ 8.9K ~ Werewolf Drarry

After an encounter with a vicious werewolf, Draco Malfoy wakes in a field hospital with a mangled shoulder, a furry little problem, and an inconvenient crush on Harry Potter. Potter, meanwhile, is still trying to save the world, only this time he wants Draco right there with him while he does it. Taking part in a rebellion against a corrupt regime isn't always glamorous, but at least sometimes there are organic farmshop pastries and fancy hotel bedsheets. Just don't ask about that smell of burning.

A gift for @cluelesspigeons as part of the @drarrymicrofic Wheel of Drarry exchange.

Celina, your gorgeous microfics always have such a sense of tenderness and longing. I wanted to bring some of that softness to this fic, which also includes some of your Drarry likes (werewolf Drarry, long-haired Draco, tattooed Draco - plus some long hair and tattoos for Harry too, because he deserves nice things). Thank you for all you contribute to this fandom, in the form of your lovely words and your fabulous modding skills.

@maesterchill and @sweet-s0rr0w i am so lucky to have both of your brilliant minds at my disposal and will never stop being grateful for that.

Mourning Moon

Draco woke up on a Friday morning in a field hospital in Grasmere, without a single memory of how he had got there. The last thing he remembered was being in London, not two streets away from his tiny bedsit, getting a very late takeaway dinner in the only burger joint still open at that time of the night. He was sheltering from the rain and unwrapping his bean burger—no tomatoes, extra gherkins—and had felt rather than seen something moving in the darker shadows beyond the mouth of the alleyway.

And that was all there was, nothing but a horrifying blank spot in his memory before waking up here on a rickety stretcher, feeling like he had been turned inside out. His shoulder was hurting badly, the pain maybe even worse than when he took the Mark, and he could tell from the thickness of the bandages that whatever had happened to him, it was bad. He could smell the protective webbing of healing charms packed around the wound, and could feel the dittany busily knitting away at the flesh.

“Another one?”

The Healer—who for all Draco knew wasn’t even a real Healer, just someone with an O in Potions who was handy with an Episkey—wasn’t even looking at his face as she spoke, just scribbling busily on a chart and then running a cold, assessing hand over Draco’s sternum. She raised her wand to his skin.

“Another what?” Draco asked rudely, just to make the Healer look at him properly.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Her voice was cool, the spark of her magic at his shoulder something like relief and something like an invasion. Behind Draco, there was a small shifting sound, a rustle of air and greenery and the warmth of something too familiar. The back of his neck prickled, but the Healer held him firmly in place.

Draco could smell the woman’s cold antiseptic scent and below that the sourness of too much coffee and the ripe smell of her body after what must have been a long shift. He could smell the ink on the quill nib, the same metallic salt to the smell as blood, and he knew then what must have happened, his heart kicking faster, the steep jump on the monitoring spell making the Healer frown. Draco allowed himself to stretch his arms, feeling the way his bones tightened under the skin, wrist bones locking for a second, making him think of lengthening strides, the wild rush of the chase, the thrill of a body made exactly fit for purpose. It was really quite unlike himself, Draco thought, looking down at his own bare torso, pale as a grub, his fingers scarred and splintered from chisels and raw wood, his Mark still there, like it always would be, inescapable.

“What happened to me?” Draco asked, needing to hear it.

“Werewolf. Bad bite,” came a voice—his voice—and Draco’s flesh pebbled into gooseflesh as though in a fresh breeze. “You’re lucky we were already onto him. If we hadn’t arrived when we did...”

“Quite right.” The Healer sounded disapproving. “You were lucky tonight, Mr Malfoy. That bite was designed to do some serious damage. Any deeper and you wouldn’t be here to tell the tale.” Her quill scraped against the chart again before coming to a decisive stop as she plucked it out of the air and shoved it into her pocket. “It’s almost as though it was… personal. We won't know for certain until the next full moon, but given the severity of the bite I think I should prescribe wolfbane. I'll check the dispensary.”

She was gone from the tent before Draco could reply, before the shame crept in a flush of heat from his chest up, before he could tell her he knew it was personal, before he could ask if there was anything that could be done for him. There wasn’t; he already knew the bite had taken, the wolf was in his blood. He could feel it as surely as though the fangs were still clamped down on him.

“It’s always personal with Greyback,” Potter said, moving around the stretcher so Draco could see him. Draco felt very suddenly like lying back down and having a messy cry. “If that’s any consolation.” He reached out a hand and patted Draco’s good arm.

It was almost too much, a sensory overload, Draco’s mouth suddenly wet and getting wetter, a prickle of sweat over his top lip, a greying fuzz across his vision before he blinked the colour back into the room.

“You alright?” Potter, at his shoulder, the scent of him already unmistakable.

“I’m—” Draco began, and then stopped before it turned into a growl at the sudden shift in the air, like a turning breeze. Not a threat, exactly, but something equally new and unsettling, the dangerous rolling whiff, the urge to take or be taken. He raised his head, inhaled. “Oh. You. You’re one too?”

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longdaytogo · 1 year

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werewolf harry request. he's a bit scruffy and possibly smells but trying his best ig

he doesn't need glasses anymore but maybe trying to search for a sense of normalcy after being bitten, he wears them occasionally

#harry potter #hp #werewolf harry #art #illustration #fanart

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jarofstyles · 6 months

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FICTOBER DAY 19- Let Me Worry

HERE IS OUR LONE WOLF BABIES!!!

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Warnings- werewolves, mention of death, murder, violence, blood, wounds, etc

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“Harry, please.” Her hand ran over his clammy forehead, wincing at the state of her mate. “Let me take care of you. Let me worry about you.” She whispered, feeling him huff as her fingers brushed his hair out of his eyes. They were bloodshot and the splatters of blood that wasn’t his own was yet to be wiped off his pretty face. Y/N hated seeing him in pain, despite his best efforts to continue his stoic demeanor.

The lodge was bustling with people, injuries, while not as many as they inflicted on others, enough to make Y/N squirm. She was the alpha’s mate and had been in charge when they’d gone on a run to the perimeter, doing the weekly check of stores at the northeast guard shelter, only to find him dead. It had been an ambush, a nasty one, one that had a bloody wound on his stomach that made her own twist in both disgust and nerves.

“My love, I will heal quickly.” His good hand reached to her, holding her hand as it caressed his face. “You shouldn’t worry too much. It’s not good for you. I will be alright. I have a good outcome. Damien did not.” Y/N could feel his hurt, seeing the shadow cross his eyes. However ruthless and merciless as Harry could be, he loved his pack. He hated any loss they had, and knowing that there must have been some sort of infiltration they’d missed had him reeling. It was too close to comfort. He had his mate, his packs, dozens of pups that played openly in the fields that the pack members trusted his lead to keep safe.

He felt like he failed.

“I know.” His mate whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I know it pains you, Alpha. It hurts, but it isn’t your fault and I won’t have you blaming yourself for such a tragedy. I will not.” She kept her voice soft but the tone firm. Y/N knew that his defenses were nearly foolproof and it had to be someone else's error. She sat in his office with him often as he went over the perimeter cameras, as he made plans, sometimes falling asleep in the crook of his neck as he typed with one hand and used the other to keep her steady in his lap. He was hard working and dedicated to his pack and the safety of al of them. That much was never doubted within them.

“I don’t know how someone could have bypassed anything without getting caught.” He mumbled to her, watching as she took a cloth and dipped it into the warm water before stroking it over his cheek. When it was pulled away he saw the stain, confirming it was indeed blood he had spilled. While the inner beast in him had been satisfied in ripping the throats of the enemy, it was still pacing back and forth with the unease that someone had dared infringe on his territory. “If anyone hurt you, if anyone got to you….” He closed his eyes, jaw clenched tight as the muscles of his neck pulled. “I would burn down the world for you, my love. You were my first thought.”

Ah. That was the reason she was having a harder time calming him down. In the past when he had gotten angry, it was easy to soothe him and lower his hackles with a sweet kiss, a stroke, a little distraction. But having a fear driven by the idea of his one and only soulmate being harmed? That was enough to make any wolf crazy, let alone Harry. He admitted himself he was extremely protective of her.

“I see.” She continued cleaning his face. “Well, I understand. I feel the same way about you. I wanted to cry the moment they brought me the news, but I already knew you were injured. No one knew why.” Her brows pulled as Harry pulled her hand away to kiss the back of it, softening up her face again. “But you’d never allow anyone to hurt me. It will be impossible to penetrate the barriers after this, but even more so? I know. The fates have told me even in my dreams, you’re my protector.” Her thumb brushed over his bottom lip, looking into his eyes. They were still dark, the animal in him far from settled, but she knew she was starting to get through to him.

“Of course I will.” He puffed his chest, voice strong despite the exhaustion lacing it. “I told you, I would make everything and everyone burn if it meant I could keep you safe. I’d slaughter an entire pack if they posed a threat to you.” The man was serious and she knew that all too well. There was no way of denying how much he loved her. If it felt as all encompassing and intense to Harry as it did to her, she could understand his unease over not fully knowing if there was anyone else out there targeting not only him, but his pack. “No one will harm you. No one will touch a single hair on your precious head.” His snarl made her lean back over, seeing now he was getting a bit too worked up as she gently sushed him.

“I know, my love. I know. Don’t work yourself up all the way now. You’ve got to focus your energy on healing quickly. The faster you heal, the faster you can go to work on finding out who the hostages are.” Fingers dipped into the salve, wiping it across a scrape on his cheek. He healed faster than most, the one on his face sure to be gone by tomorrow, but the salve will prevent scarring. “I’m worried. I don’t like this gash on your side, and I don’t like that you keep trying to get up.” She had been asked by the pack healer to get him to calm down, his irrational anger making him try to limp out of the room to continue the fight. Her gentle rubbing moved over his skin, making a bit of a purr erupt from his throat.

“There we go.” She praised him. “No one is here right now but me. You’re safe, you’ve protected your pack and your mate. You are a fierce wolf, but right now I need you to let me fuss over you and ensure your face is kept pretty and you keep your body laying down for as long as possible.”

The wound had been cleaned by the healer and bandaged, though she warned there was likely scarring. Y/N had taken care of the rest. Harry sat quietly as he stewed in his own head, working through cleaning the rest of the blood and dirt from his skin. He wasn’t in the condition to shower just yet, so a washcloth clean up was the best she could do. Her touched seemed to slowly relax him, his body sinking further into the bed as she hummed under her breath and the fire roared in their fireplace opposite their bed.

“You need to drink.” Y/N coaxed, placing the straw at his mouth and watching as he took sips of water. It wasn’t often that Harry took this sort of treatment, especially because he was the one tending to Y/N with his vulnerability that he hid from everyone else, so she was relieved he actually allowed himself to sit still so she could. “You’re all clean now. I will run downstairs and fill in the people who need to know and get you some food. The door will be guarded. Is that alright?”

Harry grumbled, pulling her hand closer to him to lay on his chest. He was clean now, but his warmth made him sweat a little as he frowned up at his mate. “No. Stay with me, please. I want them to come up to me and ask.” Y/N wanted to sigh, but she knew this was about as good as it was going to get. He wasn’t going to let her out of his sight and he wanted to be kept in the loop. She had gotten lucky with him sitting in the bed without trying to escape from her. “Now lay in bed with me, my love. Let them come up to us when they finish tending to the rest. If I talk now, I won’t be able to stop myself from going out to the prison and…”

Y/N could fill in the gaps. She knew damn well that Harry’s infamous temper would erupt on the few captives they did take. She just needed to keep him down and relaxed until most of the gash had closed up, and that was going to be her goal now that she had met his limit.

“Alright.” She sighed, moving around the bed and going to crawl in before he rose up a hand.

“What?”

“Naked. Have you forgotten my rules?” His little smirk made her want to roll her eyes. Even in pain, he was open to being a little pervert. Instead, she did as he requested, letting the clothing fall to the floor before crawling inside of the sheets and allowing him to wrap his good arm around her shoulders. She was careful not to jostle him or put any strain on his body as she relaxed into his chest, eyes closing when she took a big inhale.

“I think if you stay with me like this.. I will heal much faster.” Harry murmured, turning his head to brush his lips against her forehead. “Gives me motivation so I can take you again. Because I know you won’t let me tonight.”

“You are such a boy.” Y/N laughed, patting his chest. “You’re correct in that assumption. I have a strict no open wounds during sex policy, sorry.”

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sitp-recs · 1 year

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Hey Liv, when possible could you recommend fanfics with werewolf harry, please?

Hello! Of course, here are some of my favorites with wolf!Harry:

Of Mirrors, Myths, and Men by @the-starryknight (2021, E, 5k)

After years of renovations on the Manor, Draco has one room left: the Ballroom. Harry Potter’s repair skills come highly recommended. But from the moment Potter stepped foot in the Manor, something burned between them, far more compelling than Draco could have ever anticipated.

Teeth by Amelior8or (2020, E, 6k)

Potter’s been practically begging for it, for months, constantly staring until the air crackles with the intensity of it. Draco always stares back, until all it takes is a brush, a spark, before they go up like flash paper. The crash into each other is inevitable.

Howl by @tackytigerfic (2022, M, 9k)

Fool Moon by @piarelei (2021, E, 10k)

Nobody ever told Harry that becoming a werewolf makes you stupid. Yes, being a werewolf gets him fired; yes, parents keep their kids away from him; yes, crowds smell awful. Everything that Hermione has told him after his first full moon has come true. But there was no one to sit him down, pat his back and inform him that his wolf-self would turn out to make the dumbest decisions one could ever settle on.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (2022, M, 15k)

The Elusive Mate by 0idontknow0 (2014, E, 25k)

Harry had done it (a) to save lives and (b) because the idea of him being Malfoy’s mate was clearly ridiculous, but now he had to tell Malfoy.

Moon-Eyed by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2017, E, 30k)

Draco Malfoy, Head of Veela Affairs at the Department of Magical Beings, does not do people favours.

Embers by @shiftylinguini (2017, E, 41k)

Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion.

what husbands are for by @softlystarstruck (2022, E, 52k)

To settle tensions between werewolves and vampires, Harry volunteers for a political marriage. But it turns out he's marrying Malfoy– cold, untouchable Malfoy, who he hasn't seen in ten years. Throughout contention and politics, werewolf pub nights and grudgingly shared meals, they have to make it work.

Expectant by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2018, E, 62k)

After he accidentally gets Malfoy pregnant on a drunken fuck at a club, Harry doesn't anticipate that it'd be just as easy to fall in love with him.

The Light More Beautiful by firethesound (2014, E, 81k)

Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter's help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn't been enough to dim Draco's obsession with him.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (2019, E, 99k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost.

Way Down We Go by @xiaq (2019, T, 109k)

In which Harry and Draco both run away from their pasts and conveniently choose to hide in the same tiny American town. It's super.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #werewolf harry

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years

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Wolves

Harry is a werewolf and Y/N seems to be an inconvenience he can't get rid of.

Warnings: Supernatural (smut is not ABO), mentions of blood and gruesome things, death & mentions of deaths, brief mention of suicide and loss.

Non-Famous AU

Part 1 - New Blood

Part 2 - Close Encounters

Part 3 - The Pack

Part 4^** - Sealing the Deal

**This story and the characterizations of those pictured as the story’s main characters are fictional work and in no way depict the actual behaviors/ideas/personalities of these people in real life.**

#writing #harry styles fan fic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #werewolf #werewolf harry #smut #harry styles #harry styles mini series #0nlythrowharrybeaux #mini series #enemies to lovers #supernatural x human

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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Valentine

After a wonderful date night, you thank your boyfriend...

Werewolf!Harry × Florist!Reader

Masterlist \\ Series Masterlist

It's a part of the Lone universe, and this is also my writing for Sweet and Spicy Fic Challenge🤭

[Warning- Smut, Oral (m receiving), Virgin Harry (is a warning okay?), Fluff, Valentines Day]

*****

Harry has never celebrated Valentine's Day. As he never had a partner to celebrate with February 14th, it was just a normal day, but now? It was a day for him to show you how much you mean to him.

His sweet little Y/N.

So he took you out on a date to his secret spot. It was near a hill, he asked Niall and Mitch to help him a bit and it came out wonderful. He surrounded the trees with fairy lights and made a table in the middle with your favorite food and a candle lit and open sky full of stars.

You were in awe the whole time.

You told him not to do anything and that a movie night on the couch was enough, but he couldn't let that happen. It was his first Valentine's ever, and he was focused on making it special.

He was dressed in a satin shirt and pants while you were in a short dress with fluffy sleeves. It had flowers printed all over it. Your hair was in a low bun with front pieces framing your face. You looked so good he wondered how he got so lucky.

You looked around the lights and stuff reflecting in your eyes. He couldn't take eyes off you. Now, both of you were on way back home, wine tipsy laughing. He was carrying your heels while you wore his sneakers.

Harry opened the door to their house while you were still engrossed in your story.

"Omg Harry, you won't believe when I tell you the amount of flowers I have sold ever since February started. God, I love February" you screamed, and Harry laughed.

"I love cause it's my greenie's birthday month andddd I earn good money," you said, wiggling your fingers for him to hold. He walks towards you, shaking his head, his face red from wine and you.

He sat beside you and pulled you towards him. He snuggled into your neck like puppy (cause he was one) and purred. You raked your fingers through his hair, leaving soft, small kisses on them.

This is what he wanted his whole life. A home.

He pulls his head back and looks at your adorningly, his eyes holding so much love and compassion that he just wants to yell it.

But he will wait until you know him whole.

You leaned down and kissed him softly. He moved his lips against yours, tasting the wine and dinner mixed with your strawberry gloss.

He whined when you pulled back and pouted, wanting to be as close to you as he could. You smirked down at him mischievously, and his inner voice went "uh oh" knowing it meant trouble.

You pecked his lips once started lowering down. He went to sit up, but you put a hand frim on his lower tummy, stopping him.

"I just want to thank you," you said, now fully kneeling in front of him, "Can I?" You asked.

He gave you a nod, unable to speak. You knew he was a virgin. Hell, his first kiss was you, and he was 26 years old! Ever since then you two have went as far as makeout and then sit beside each other or cuddle to calm dowm but now you were here in front of him about to give him.his first blowjob or whatever you wanted.

You unbuckled his belt, and he let out a shuttering breath. You palmed him with one hand while others worked on taking his pants off. Once you were successful, you slid them down along with his boxers and threw them somewhere in the living room.

His hard dick bobed up and rested on his stomach, leaking so much that if he wasn't supernatural, he would be concerned. You looked up with blown eyes, and because of his abilities, he could hear your increasing heartbeat and smell your arousal.

You scooted near him and took him in your hand. There was soemthing so sinful about his hard red cock in your small hand with flowery pattern dress.

He moaned when you started to move your hand up and down softly. The only hand he ever had was his own, so now your soft hand was like heaven to him. You leaned down and licked all precum off his tip, and he lost it. His head fell back on the couch, his lips.parted in silent moan.

You took him in your mouth, your hand still working on his base. He looked down at you, not wanting to miss a second. You took hin further in, your warm nouth feeling amazing.

His hand went to your hair, but he just kept it there, not wanting to push you down or hurt you. You pulled back up his dick glistening in arousal and spit sane as your lips.

Your hand reached down to massage his balls, and he whimpered, feeling sensitive. Your mouth was back on him working on full force and was about to cum embarrassingly fast, normal for a human but fast for him.

You went like that for a long time, your hand switching between his base and balls.

"Baby- Fuck I'm going to come" He said moaning in between. You just looked up and gave him a short nod, taking him in further.

He was about to die, he was sure, or maybe he had, and this was heaven.

He fell back on the sofa and sinked in more while his eyes felt like they would roll back of his head.

His orgasm rolled suddenly, and his was coming down your throat. His legs were flinching and shaking. When you gave him a particular hard suck while he was cuming, his hips snapped up and hit the back of your throat.

He immediately shot up, thinking he hurt you, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" You took his now soft cock out of your mouth and coughed a bit. You climbed up and shook your head sitting beside him with a giddy shy smile.

He smiled, seeing how you went from a minx to shy in a second. He pulled you towards him in a deep kiss, tasting himself on your lips.

"Best gift I ever got," He mumbled against your lips, and you giggled.

*****

I never wrote for a challenge just wanted to try it out lol.

This came out longer than I indented, lol. If you're single like me this is here to remind you that you don't have any bitches.

Happy Valentine's, my loves.

Talk to me here♡

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