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Fantastic Boyfriends and How To Find Them Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2023-05-07 15:45:10 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Cowgirl Position, Multiple Orgasms, Teasing.
Daphne was sitting on their bed, hunched over and poring over a book when he finally said goodbye to Tonks and walked in after nearly an hour of planning. Their entire bed was littered with manuscripts, open scrolls, and books of varying thicknesses, making it impossible for the man to find somewhere to sit.
He opted to flop on the thick rug in front of their fireplace instead, the fire blazing merrily behind the grate doing little to lift his chilly disposition. Daphne looked up at him questioningly. She started to gather her books, only to pause when Harry shook his head and patted the space next to him.
“How long will you be away?” she asked, slipping out of bed and padding over to him. She sat down on the soft rug and leaned against his body, resting her head on his shoulder. Harry lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling the curvy blonde closer to him.
“I didn’t say anything about being away,” Harry whispered, glancing at the stack of photos in his hand.
“Tonks wouldn’t have crashed your vacation if it wasn’t for a really important case. The last time a case required your personal attention, I didn’t see you for a week,” Daphne reminded him, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
“Daph, I’m-”
“Don’t be. You don’t need to apologize. What you do is important.” Daphne closed her eyes and shifted her head to his chest, quietly savoring the sound of his heartbeat booming in her ears. “Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow,” Daphne whispered, remembering a line from the most recent book she had read. While the star-crossed lovers in that particular tragedy had died, she hoped for a much happier ending for herself and Harry.
“What’s that?”
“A line from this muggle writer. It means that while a parting is sorrowful, it is also a sweet occasion. Because the person who’s going away will come back to you. And you better come back to me, Harry Potter,” Daphne whispered, looking up at him with her gray eyes blazing with an intensity rarely shown by the mild-mannered and shy girl.
“I promise,” Harry whispered, leaning in and gently kissing her.
“What’s the case?” Daphne asked, reluctantly pulling away from him. The only way she was going to survive him being gone was if she knew what he was doing, and where. The unclassified bits, anyways.
Harry cleared his throat uncomfortably. “There was a prison break. Krondstat. The prisoners had outside help.”
Daphne blinked in confusion, the gears in her head turning to process the information Harry had given her. Why had he phrased it that way? What was special about Krondstat?
It took a minute, but things finally clicked in her mind. Her eyes widened and she pulled away to look at her boyfriend with a look of shock and horror. “How many?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
“From the reports we’ve gotten…” Harry sighed. “It seems to be all of them. As I said, they seem to have had help from someone outside the prison. It’s pretty bad.”
“The sanctuary? They need to be notified. The dragons-”
“They didn’t go after the sanctuary, darling,” Harry said softly, cutting her off.
Daphne paused mid-sentence, shocked into silence. If they weren’t after her precious dragons, there could only be one reason why Tonks had crashed their evening. “They’re here,” Daphne said in a horrified whisper.
Harry nodded grimly. “My German counterparts tracked them to London before the trail went cold.”
“T-they’re after me?” Daphne asked, shivering despite the warmth of the fire.
“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I let them touch a hair on your head,” Harry growled. He tightened his hold around her and gently pulled her onto his lap.
As she was enveloped by his warmth and strong arms, Daphne came to a sudden realization. She wasn’t afraid. Aside from a few moments of fear, the gang determined to terrorize her so she’d stop interfering in their exploitation of poor dragons had never truly scared her. And it had taken till now for her to truly understand why.
“I believe you,” Daphne whispered, looking at the source of her security with a smile. He had always protected her, and she had no reason to believe he wouldn’t do the same now. She’d been assigned a bodyguard, gotten a boyfriend, and ended up with the man she was certain she wanted to marry someday.
Every princess needs a knight, she reminded herself as she ran her hands over his tense muscles.
“Don’t worry. They don’t stand a chance,” Daphne whispered, her hands shifting to the edge of his shirt. She grabbed it, gently pulling the garment over his head and tossing it to one side. She pulled her glasses away from her and carefully placed them on the rug, determined to show just how much she trusted him. She was at his mercy and under his protection. She grabbed the edge of her sweater and pulled it over her head, her breasts bouncing slightly as they sprang free. The sweater joined his shirt and she leaned closer, pressing her creamy mounds against his firm chest.
“Daphne…”
“I’m not going to ask you not to worry. I know you can’t stop worrying about me. It’s endearing,” Daphne whispered, leaning in for a gentle kiss. Her tongue timidly darted into his mouth when he parted his lips, the girl unused to taking charge. But she liked the idea of occasionally doing what he did for her every day, and she knew it was what he needed that night. “For one night, let me take care of you instead.” Her fingers dug into the waistband of his shorts and she tugged insistently.
“And how do you plan to take care of me?” Harry asked with an amused smile. He lifted his hips to let her pull his shorts down his legs. She pulled away from this kiss to free the annoying garment from his ankles, tossing it away to one corner of the room. The temporary suppressant he had taken was already wearing off and his cock twitched as she ground against him, coaxing his manhood back to life.
“You’ll see,” Daphne muttered, chewing her lip. She gathered her courage before grabbing his shoulders. She gently pushed him down on the rug on his back, smiling shyly as she loomed over his large frame. Tracey had always raved about how the position drove George wild and while she had been far too shy to take charge in such a brazen fashion, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to try it out.
She rested her palms on his chest to support herself as she straddled his waist, her knees coming to rest on the rug on either side of his hips. She shifted one of her hands to her hair and pulled it free from the scrunchie. She tossed it away and let her luscious blonde curls cascade over her shoulders and back.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” Harry asked hoarsely, his breathing ragged.
“Not recently,” Daphne replied with a shy giggle. Her cheeks were pink and a part of her wanted to hide from his intense gaze and the flames of desire burning in his eyes. The part of her that wasn’t a shy wallflower, however, screamed in triumph. He had picked her. That desire in his eyes was for her.
Daphne grabbed his shaft to guide his tip to her dripping slit, slowly lowering herself onto his throbbing manhood. Her big gray eyes stayed locked with his gorgeous emerald ones, the girl drawing courage from his encouraging smile. He groaned and Daphne paused, looking at him with a terrified expression on his face.
“I… I’m sorry, I must have… this how Tracey…”
“Darling?”
“Yes, sir?” Daphne whispered, biting her lip.
“Forget about what Tracey told you. This is our first time doing this, and we’re going to do what feels right to us,” Harry reassured her, gently grabbing her hips. He pushed her down on his length, drawing a desperate moan from her lips as her walls were stretched by his thick girth. Daphne’s eyes flickered to the gentle bulge in her belly before shyly peering up at him through her thick lashes.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her heavy breasts quivering with every breath.
“My hands are just there to guide you. You decide how fast we go,” Harry murmured. His fingers gently dug into her hips, the pressure a reassuring reminder that he would always be there to take care of her.
Daphne nodded and took a deep breath, marshaling her courage.
She slowly began to rock her hips, grinding against his crotch. Harry’s eyes flickered shut, his lips parted in a quiet groan.
“Sir-”
“Keep going,” Harry moaned, his breathing ragged.
Daphne nodded. She raised her hips till she was nearly free of his length before she bore down again, impaling herself on his cock in one fluid stroke. Her walls ached as they stretched to accommodate him, her tight pussy still unused to his girth even after a year together. Anal was still a distant dream. The one time they’d tried it, she had only managed to take his tip and even that had felt like he was splitting her in two.
Need to work on that. I’ll ask sir to get me bigger plugs, Daphne made a mental note to herself before deciding to focus on the here and now.
A bashful grin formed on her face at the sound of Harry’s needy groans.
She started to bounce on his cock, slowly at first but growing in speed and confidence with every passing minute. Every thrust pushed him deep into her belly, making it feel like he was pressing right against her womb.
She could feel he was close. The suppressant he took always left him on a hair-trigger when it wore off, and Daphne suddenly decided she wanted him to cum, and then she wanted him to cum again instead of her usual practice of finishing him off by hand. All of his seed belonged in her.
She leaned over him, her blonde hair fanning out around their faces and shielding them from the outside world.
“You’re so deep in me, Harry!” Daphne moaned lewdly, her hot breath tickling his skin. Dirty talk didn’t come naturally to the shy girl, but for him, she’d learn. For him, she’d learn everything.
Harry groaned, his emerald eyes flying open and locking with hers.
“So… so deep,” Daphne whispered, increasing her speed. Her melon-sized breasts jiggled with every bounce and gently smacked against Harry’s face. True to his word he didn’t do anything, letting her take charge for the first time in their relationship.
“Cum,” Daphne whispered in his ear, moaning loudly. She could see he was trying to hold on, and she wanted him to come undone, to lose control for the first time in his life. “Cum for me, please, sir?” she begged, burying her face in the crook of his neck and peppering his warm skin with kisses.
Harry erupted in her with a loud cry, painting her fluttering walls with his cum. She pushed herself down on his shaft and kept grinding against him, his thick, warm seed flooding her womb.
Harry was breathing heavily, a blissful smile on his face. He tried to lift her off his cock but Daphne stubbornly refused his efforts, choosing instead to continue grinding against his hips. She planned to ride him through his orgasm and onto the next one.
“Look at the pretty bulge in my belly, sir,” Daphne whispered once she had caught her breath. Harry’s eyes flew open and she giggled at the sharp intake of breath. His momentarily softened cock hardened within seconds inside her. Daphne moaned as his shaft stretched her fluttering walls, a throbbing coil of tension beginning to build up in the pit of her stomach.
“I like you like this,” Daphne whispered, slowly starting to bounce on his cock once more.
“Drooling like a lust-crazed idiot?” Harry rasped. He brought his hand to his face, wiping the thin trickle of saliva from his chin.
“Losing control for me… because of me,” Daphne corrected him shyly. “It makes me feel…” She couldn’t find the right word and settled instead for bending and capturing his lips, her needy moans drowned out by his mouth. Their tongues playfully dueled as she rode him. Her hands roamed his chest, committing every firm muscle and scar to memory. Her hands moved lower, ghosting over his abs and following the smattering of hair that led to the V pointing to his crotch. All of it she would remember, for it was the only way she’d survive weeks of cold nights and an empty bed.
For a few minutes, the only sounds in the room were that of her firm asscheeks slapping against his thighs again and again as she bounced on his cock, neither of them willing to pull away from their bruising kiss.
In the end, her need for air won out and she pulled away panting, her soft, pink lips swollen from the deeply satisfying kiss. And yet, she wanted more. She grabbed his arms and slowly coaxed Harry up, groaning quietly as he quickly cottoned on and buried his face in her bosom. Daphne threaded her fingers through his messy black hair and guided his lips to her stiff nipple. The rosy peak begged for attention and her lover was more than happy to provide it.
Harry clamped his teeth down on the nub and gently tugged on it, drawing a surprised squeal from Daphne. She looked down just in time to see him shift to her areola, lazily caressing its rim with feather-light kisses, her heavy breathing pushing out her chest for him every so often.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve laid my eyes on, princess,” Harry growled. He took as much of her creamy mound into his mouth as he could and began to suck, ensuring that the application of pressure was in tune with his thrusts inside her.
“OH, MY GOD! Harry!” Daphne moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. All she could think about in that moment was their life together. A life where she was off the potion, where her belly swelled first with his seed and then with his heir. A life of being surrounded by magical creatures, domestic bliss, and their children.
They tumbled over the edge together, Harry holding the trembling girl tightly as she came. Daphne buried her face in his hair to muffle her loud moans, her mind letting her live out her fantasy of getting bred as yet another load of his seed filled her womb. He’d never before cum inside her twice in quick succession and she felt full, fuller than she had ever before. Her stomach now sported a real tiny bump and Harry’s hands caressed it gently on their way to grab her hips.
Daphne clamped her legs tightly the minute she was lifted free from his cock, desperate to keep all his seed inside her for as long as possible. “Together, we can do anything,” she reminded him once she had caught her breath, happily nuzzling into his chest.
Harry sighed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her body onto his. He silently summoned a blanket off their bed, covering them both with it. “I love you, Daphne Greengrass.”
“And I love you, Harry Potter.”
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Harry awoke at the crack of dawn. It was an unfortunate habit, a regrettable scar from the war that still hadn’t healed. He gently pulled himself free from the slender arm around him, quietly chuckling at the disappointed groan from his girlfriend. He glanced over at her pretty face with a small smile. She was fast asleep, a wisp of blonde hair settled across her face. He reached out and gently tucked it behind her ear, before tucking her up properly in the blanket draped halfway across her body to make sure she was warm, toasty, and protected against the cold morning air. Resisting the urge to kiss her soft, pouty lips he slipped out of bed and padded over to the open window, quietly pulling it close. He allowed himself one last look at Daphne before he picked up his discarded shorts, pulled them on, and decided to get started with the day. He quietly made his way to their bathroom to wash his face, slipping his feet into fuzzy slippers before he made the journey across a cold hallway to their kitchen.
“Kreacher.” Harry’s smile grew at the sight of the old house elf bustling around in the kitchen. “You’re here early today.”
“Knew Master Harry was back and would want his coffee,” Kreacher mumbled, pushing a steaming cup of coffee across the counter and in his direction. Harry had no idea how Kreacher knew he was back, but he had long ago stopped questioning the power of elf magic. He accepted the mug with a quiet thanks and padded out to their small balcony.
“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath as he settled into one of two wicker chairs arranged around the small table. Even the beauty of the gentle red glow cast by the rising sun on the surrounding sky and clouds was not enough to quell his rising panic. He’d spent the better part of a year trying to protect the woman he was now convinced he loved, only for all his efforts to be washed away in a single night.
They’d come much closer to death than he liked to admit, even to himself. There were times when he’d let her go about studying her precious dragons, blissfully unaware of the danger she was in. And now, just as then, she put her faith in the big bad Auror who had sworn to protect her…
Harry got up from his chair, far too restless to sit idly. He walked over to the parapet and alternated his gaze between the hazy London skyline and the quiet street below, trying to make sense of the information Tonks had given him the night before. The smugglers he had fought had been mostly garden-variety thugs, dangerous and brutal, but not the kind to be able to mastermind an escape of this magnitude.
The fact that he had never been able to catch any of their leadership had always bugged him, but it was not his job (he was there, after all, only to protect Daphne), so he had shut up and let the powers that be handle it. It had obviously been a mistake. He should have ensured his Department had boots on the ground from Day One.
“Hindsight’s a bitch,” Harry muttered, taking a sip. There was no point worrying about what had happened. The fact that they had fled to Britain and their previous connection to him was enough for him to take charge from the Germans and the normal enforcers of the DMLE who would usually handle such low-level cases.
He spent well over an hour leaning over the parapet, sipping his now cold coffee, and coming up with plans and everything he needed to do to make sure that the problem was nipped in the bud before it grew. The first thing of course…
He was broken free from his thoughts by a pair of slender arms wrapping around his waist. Harry sighed as Daphne buried her face in his back, playfully peppering the warm skin of his bare back with kisses.
“You’re up early,” Harry commented lightly, leaning back into her arms. He turned to meet her lips for a quick when she rested her chin on his shoulders.
“You know, I thought I had finally gotten used to sleeping in our bedroom all by myself after these last three weeks, but nope. Just can’t sleep in a cold, empty room without my gorgeous Auror to keep me safe and warm,” she whispered teasingly, resting her cheek on his shoulder. She looked up at him with an adoring smile, seemingly far more relaxed than he was.
“You’re still not worried.”
“About the smugglers?” She leaned up to kiss his jawline, giggling as his rough stubble tickled her soft skin. “Why should I be worried when I have the vanquisher of You-Know-Who in my corner?” Daphne asked, her hands tracing the firm muscles of his chest.
“Daph-”
“We’ll work this out, sir. Like we always have. I promise.”
Harry gave her a small, worried smile. “I swore to keep you safe and happy the day I asked you to be my girlfriend.”
“Well, I am happy,” Daphne murmured in between kisses to his shoulders. “And I’m pretty sure I’ll be safe in our heavily warded apartment. Just make sure I have a slightly less handsome bodyguard than the last one I was assigned and we’re golden,” Daphne teased, playfully nipping his skin.
“I have someone in mind.”
“Is it Tonks?”
“It’s me.”
“Harry, you have an entire department to run, you can’t spend your days babysitting your girlfriend,” Daphne chided, pulling away with a frown.
“It’s not babysitting if we’re on the case together. I need a dragon expert, Miss Greengrass.”
“What’re you saying?” Daphne asked, a cautious smile on her face. She had expected him to swaddle her in a million blankets and lock her up in their apartment while he went and dealt with the threat. The head of the smugglers had, after all, promised to skin her alive if he ever got his hands on her. There were no baby dragons to smuggle this time around, which meant their entire focus would be on the pesky woman who had destroyed their organization and caused their downfall.
“Well, you’re safest by my side and you have a point… I can’t stay cooped in an apartment with you. I’ve been making plans and we’ll need a dragon expert to consult on this case. The job is yours… if you want it.” Harry turned to face her, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Are you up for another adventure?”
“Are you kidding me?” Daphne grinned. “The last one got me a boyfriend, a dominant, and my first serious relationship. I wonder what this one will get me?”
“I guess we’ll find out,” Harry whispered, pulling her in for a kiss.
Notes:
I did promise more steamy adventures, did I not? What sort of steamy scenes would you like to see in this story? I'm running a poll to let you all decide just that, so remember to vote in it! I want to thank the Patron who suggested a story with a Shy! Daphne again, it really is fun to break a trope and explore a character in a new light, which is exactly what I hope to do in this story. And she pairs really well with Confident Auror! Harry!
