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Fantastic Boyfriends And How To Find Them Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2023-04-04 01:50:18 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Rough, Breath Play, Cum Play, Teasing, Breast Play, Spanking
Harry grinned and grabbed Daphne’s hands, helping her to her feet.
“You sure-”
Daphne let out a frustrated growl and blindly slapped his chest. “What’s your problem, Potter? You didn’t seem to hesitate this much with that loud and obnoxious blonde-” Daphne scowled at the memory of the girl, “-who turned our breakfast table in Amsterdam into a tawdry gossip circle about your bedroom life. Oh no, from the tales she shared, you were more than happy to go all night with her!”
“I…” Harry paused, unsure how to explain himself. “I’ve been with a few girls during our trips. Did you notice anything in common about all of them?”
“They were all extremely obnoxious and irritating?” Daphne asked with a pout, her voice laced with jealousy.
Harry groaned, his raging erection making it impossible to think straight. He decided to dive right into the heart of the matter before his twitching cock metaphorically exploded. Or literally, one could never quite be sure how George Weasley’s inventions would turn out before he’d had a chance to work out all the kinks.
He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her back against his chest, ignoring her half-hearted efforts to push him away. “They were all blonde, very witty, and smart as hell. They were a poor imitation of you, princess,” Harry admitted softly. “YOU’RE my type. And now we finally have a chance to be together, I’m terrified of ruining what we already have,” Harry whispered, burying his face in her hair, letting the familiar scent of jasmine and rosewood calm him down.
“What we have?”
“Taking care of you.”
Daphne smiled, licking off the cum that had dribbled down to her lips and rolling it around on her tongue. “Just because you’ll ruin my face and spank my ass every night doesn’t mean you have to stop cooking for me or applying dittany to the scrapes on my knees… or acting scared and cuddling me during a really bad thunderstorm even though you know it’s me who’s actually scared,” Daphne murmured, leaning back into Harry. “I want all of you. And I can’t promise to be perfect, in fact, you’ll probably have me across your knees most nights… but I’ll be your princess. If you’ll have me,” she whispered, squeezing his hand.
“I’ll have you.”
“Take me to bed?”
Harry smiled and led Daphne to his part of the tent, stopping her when she tried to take off her heels once her knees hit the edge of his bed. “They stay on.”
Daphne grinned and obeyed, letting him handle her body as he pleased. Harry rested his palm on her back, bending her over the bed. Daphne sighed when her head hit a soft pillow, obeying the gentle urging of his fingers and lifting her hips so he could push a pillow under them as well. Her back was now arched, her firm, toned ass raised high in the air for him.
“Since when have you had a crush on me?”
Daphne blinked, her eyelashes heavy and matted with his cum. “I… what? Why does that matter? I’m not-”
SMACK!
Daphne squealed when his palm made contact with her right asscheek, the firm globe jiggling slightly as a pink handprint bloomed on her pale skin.
“Harry, I-”
SMACK!
“Sir.”
“Sir,” Daphne groaned, squirming in place. It was hard enough keeping her balance wearing heels in normal times, but now, suspended over his bed and aroused out of her mind? Moving was all but impossible, and all she could do was moan and wriggle as a flurry of blows landed on her ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Sir!” Daphne whined. Harry was alternating between her cheeks, his spanks leaving pink handprints and the most delicious pain Daphne had ever experienced in their wake.
“Answer my question, Miss Greengrass,” Harry said sternly.
“Dunno why it’s relevant,” Daphne mumbled, unable to stop herself from talking back. “Not like you’d have picked up on my hints.”
SMACK!
“I’m sorry!” Her entire body jolted forward at the spank to her dripping pussy, her cheeks burning just as badly as her ass as Harry casually wiped off her own arousal on her stockinged thighs. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, breathing heavily.
“When?” Harry asked softly, pausing to give her a minute to collect herself.
“Fifth year. J-joined your little-”
SMACK!
“Oh please, sir!” Daphne subconsciously spread her legs, making it even easier for him to spank her core, silently begging for more of that perfect mixture of pain and pleasure only he seemed to be able to provide.
“Continue, Miss Greengrass.”
“I joined your little club with Tracey to make fun of it but then you had to be all chivalrous and hold my hand and teach me how to conjure a patronus,” Daphne moaned, the gentle caress of his fingers over her stinging slit feeling heavenly. “Fuck you for being so nice to the girl everyone called the Ice Bitch, sir.”
SMACK!
His palm made contact with her pussy once more.
Daphne buried her face in the pillow, her soft sob muffled by the purple fabric. Her nerves were on fire. She had no idea where pain ended and pleasure began. Or perhaps, it was pleasure that ended and pain that began?
“Why didn’t you ever try to say anything?” Harry asked, grasping his shaft with his free hand and guiding his tip to her throbbing core. He gently pushed inside her tight pussy, causing a strangled shriek to escape the girl’s lips.
“Not your type,” Daphne mumbled, her body limp.
“Hmm?” Harry grabbed her silky golden tresses, winding them around his wrist and pulling her up against his chest.
“Didn’t think I was your type. I was the quiet student with the huge glasses who sat in the back of the class and never got into any trouble,” Daphne moaned, her walls burning as they stretched to accommodate his massive girth.
“And now?”
“Merlin help you if you ever look at another blonde bimbo ever again, Potter,” Daphne growled, grabbing his wrist possessively. Her free hand pushed between her spread legs, thumb starting to massage her clit in time with Harry’s lazy thrusts in and out of her weeping core. Her eyelids were drooping again, and the entirety of her attention was focused on the pleasant ache between her legs.
Harry chuckled. “Are you my blonde bimbo, princess?”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be!” Daphne moaned, resting her head back on his shoulder as he sped up, pistoning in and out of her stinging pussy. Her walls fluttered around his length, the meager resistance provided by them no match for his enormous shaft. She could feel every thrust deep in her belly, his tip brushing against her G-Spot and drawing out sounds from her lips she’d never thought she would ever make.
“What about my girlfriend?” Harry asked, his hand loosening his grip on her hair. He wrapped his fingers around her slender neck, pinning her against his chest as he pounded into her pussy.
The gentle squeezing cut off just the right amount of air, leaving her in an oxygen-deprived haze that heightened every sensation coursing through her body.
“Yes,” she gasped, panting for breath. Harry was speeding up with every passing second, his glistening shaft furiously pistoning in and out of her even as it was coated by her own juices and his precum. “Yours?” Daphne mumbled, her body quivering as the tension in the pit of her belly kept building.
“Mine,” Harry confirmed, increasing the pressure on her neck.
Daphne gave up the fight, finally finding someone she could happily submit to.
“Yours!” Daphne screamed, the tension building up in her core exploding without warning. An orgasm, far more powerful than the ones she had when she touched herself and the one she’d faked with Zabini, rocked through her body. For one glorious moment, her mind went blank and Daphne was certain she saw stars. “Yours,” she whispered hoarsely, her hoarse screams petering out into needy mewls as she rode out her orgasm.
Harry gritted his teeth and kept thrusting even as her walls clamped down around his length, trying to milk him of his seed. Her tight pussy had felt like heaven around his sensitive cock. Now, her fluttering walls wrapped around his shaft like a velvet glove, and Harry felt pleasure like nothing else he had ever felt before. Her throbbing core massaged his cock, drawing him ever deeper, right up to her womb to ensure not a single drop of his seed would be wasted.
He summoned all his willpower and pulled out of her, thrusting for a few more seconds before he too tumbled over the edge with a roar, plunging deep inside her belly as he came. He stayed sheathed in her, flooding her with rope after rope of his warm, sticky seed. It was far too much even for her inviting core to handle, and soon thick trails of his cum leaked out from around his shaft and ran down the creamy skin of her thighs.
Harry pulled out of her snug pussy with a grunt, unwrapping his hands from around her waist and neck and letting her limp body drop down onto the bed. He took a minute to admire the sight that was the freshly ravished Daphne Greengrass, lazily massaging his still erect cock. His eyes flickered to her slightly gaping pussy, unable to pull away from the sight of the mixture of his cum and her juices continuously leaking out of her and coating her thighs and lace stockings.
Daphne was moaning quietly into the pillow, her breathing slowly returning to normal as the high of her orgasm subsided. “It feels warmer than I thought it would,” she giggled, sinking into the soft mattress when Harry pulled the pillow out from under her hips. “It’s… nice.”
“What is?” Harry asked, grabbing her hips and gently pushing her limp body up onto the bed. He helped her onto her hands and knees before taking a second to admire her firm ass.
“Your cum.” Daphne smiled blissfully.
“You’ve never-”
“Only one lover before you, remember?” Daphne cut him off, yawning cutely. “I didn’t let him finish in me.”
“I’m sorry, I should have-”
“Harry Potter.” Daphne grabbed his wrist, weakly tugging on it. He understood the hint and climbed onto the bed, lying down next to her like she wanted. “You can cum in me, on me, around me… wherever you want. Know why?”
“Why?” Harry asked, grinning.
“Because I’m your princess.” Daphne grinned and turned her attention to her lover’s still-erect cock. She slowly straddled his waist, locking eyes with a wide-eyed Harry.
“What’re you doing, love?”
“You were the best boyfriend before you were even my boyfriend, sir. I’m terrible at being a human. You’ve kept me safe, you’ve kept me fed… I’m pretty sure you’ve made sure I don’t run out of clean clothes on a few occasions. It’s time I started to take care of you,” she whispered, her palms resting on his firm chest for support as she slowly sank onto his throbbing manhood.
“No,” she whispered, gently slapping his hands away when he went to hold onto her waist. She grabbed his wrists, guiding his hands to her large breasts. “Watch. Enjoy,” she begged, gasping at the gentle pressure of his fingers sinking into her soft flesh.
She rolled her hips, slowly impaling her aching core on inch after inch of his shaft.
“D-Daph,” Harry groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. He gently tugged on her stiff pink nipples, enjoying the desperate pleas and moans escaping Daphne’s lips.
“It’s okay. I can take care of you just this once,” Daphne whispered, bouncing on his cock as best she could. Her inexperience meant that her technique wasn’t the best, but it didn’t matter. Not to her, and certainly not to him. She groaned when he twisted her nipples, a familiar sting now accompanying the pleasure building up once more in her core.
SMACK!
“Oh, god!” Daphne’s eyes flew open when his palm landed on her creamy mound, both their eyes fixed on her heavy, bouncing breasts. “I-is there any part of me you won’t spank?” she teased breathlessly. She kept grinding against his cock, slowly drawing out the third orgasm that would finally give her lover the release he craved.
Harry responded by slapping her other breast, leaving the sides of her pale breasts with identical pink handprints.
“Harrrrry!” Daphne whined.
“Daph, I’m close,” Harry grunted. His third time never lasted as long as the first two, and given that he was being served by the mortal incarnation of the goddess of love…
“Is okay,” Daphne mumbled. She wasn’t sure she had the strength to last any longer either. The sound of grunts and skin slapping against skin filled the air as her asscheeks clapped together with every bounce on his cock. Her heavy breasts jiggled under his hands, Harry interspersing his massage with the occasional spank. “Cum in me, please, sir?” she begged.
Harry pulled her down towards him even as she kept bouncing on his cock, his lips wrapping around a stiff pink nub. He took as much of her creamy mound into his mouth as he could before he started to suck. His tongue traced the rim of her areola, teeth sinking into her soft skin.
“Cum for me,” Daphne whispered, her long blonde hair hanging like curtains around them, shielding them from the outside world in a paradise of their own making. “Mark me with your seed, sir.”
Harry happily obliged, his desperate groan muffled by her breast. He erupted inside her one last time, Daphne’s belly bulging the slightest bit as it was filled with yet more of his cum. She felt full, happy, and content, collapsing on top of him with a happy sigh.
She shifted slightly, resting her head on the pillow next to him, both of them looking at each other with identical tired grins on their faces. She kept him sheathed inside her, desperate to keep as much of his seed in her as possible.
“So,” she mumbled, suddenly feeling shy.
“So,” Harry echoed, his finger caressing her spine.
“I’m a mess, aren’t I?”
“You’re my mess.”
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A Year Later:
“I’m home!”
“You’re home early! I’m in the kitchen!”
Harry grinned and dumped his magically enlarged backpack on their burgundy sofa, slowly walking through the living room of their modest London flat. He loosened his tie as he made his way to the kitchen, the restricting garment soon joining the backpack on the sofa.
“How was the conference? Are there really wraiths in Albania?” Daphne looked up when no answer was forthcoming. She found her boyfriend frozen by the marble counter that separated their small kitchen from the living room, staring at her with wide eyes. “What?” she asked, tugging on her comfy emerald sweater, suddenly conscious of the way he was looking at her.
“You’re wearing your glasses,” Harry whispered, slowly rounding the black counter and walking over to their dining table. “And an oversized sweater and a plaid skirt.”
Daphne went cross-eyed as she tried to stare at the large glasses perched on her nose. “Yeah…” she mumbled, her cheeks turning pink. “The lubricating gel in one of my contacts dried up inexplicably. I went to Mungo’s and they said they’d get me a new pair by the end of the week,” she explained, suddenly on edge. She had ensured to present her very best side to her boyfriend in their nearly six months of living together. Sleek hair, perfect makeup, and a winning smile. Nothing short of the most fashionable (and often the most risque) dresses from Twilfitt’s when it came to their dates. But he wasn’t supposed to be home for another three days, and she had fallen into old habits to get comfortable enough to finish her book on dragons in time for the deadline set by her publisher. He wasn’t supposed to see her in a baggy sweater, messy ponytail, and no makeup!
“And the clothes?”
“It’s my comfy sweater. It helps me write.” Daphne despaired. “When my mother showed you all those embarrassing pictures of me last month you said you didn’t mind me looking like a nerdy academician.”
“That’s not what I said,” Harry breathed, bending and circling his arms around her waist. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, slowly trailing kisses along her exposed shoulder. “I said my girlfriend looked hot as a nerdy academician.”
“Oh,” Daphne squeaked. Harry didn’t need blatant hints from her when she was in the mood anymore, and while she was glad she had convinced him to hold off on taking the antidote from George, it did make writing her book at home somewhat difficult.
It’s because you’re always in the mood around him, her brain reminded her.
“Miss Greengrass?” Harry murmured, breaking her free of her thoughts before she could take a stroll down nostalgia lane.
“Yes, Mister Potter?”
“I’m going to take you to our bedroom and disrespect you now.”
Notes:
Fin. Thank you to the Patron who suggested the idea of a shyer Daphne, I enjoyed writing this story so much. Edit: This story is being continued! So many ideas, but I can only write at a finite speed, Lol. If you have an idea you like and want to see converted into a story, please share them on my 'Patron Ideas Post' or on my Discord. I'll add them to our weekly polls and let me just say, the ideas make for some amazing stories.
Comments
sam Brown
Shy Daphne is so good in this story. She really feels like a flushed out character, rather than just the ice queen who is better than everyone else. It would be a lot of fun to see her have to interact with the least shy family in the world, the Weasleys, as Harry's girlfriend. Maybe have them go on a double date with Hermione and her girlfriend Luna. I feel like there is a lot still to explore and would love to see this continue.
Erinnyes
Absolutely lovely, this is a truly unique take on Daphne that I enjoyed a lot. Her being the *shy* ice queen is extremely original in a fandom where a lot of the best ideas have already been tried. The characters worked well, and I enjoyed Harry as an awkward penguin who was completely comfortable with sex but not with feelings. Given his history, this actually makes sense. Awesome work!
