#Harry Hook smut

[antishadow2021]

Hey everyone I'm new to the fanfic writing so bare with me but here is a list of characters, fandoms and things I'm am comfortable writing most of this is self indulgence tbh BTW this list will get updated as I finish watching certain things so I know each character well enough

Characters/Fandoms

Star wars:

Obi wan kenobi

Ankin skywalker/darth vader

Captain rex

Cad bane

The bad batch:

Hunter

Wrecker

Echo

Tech

Crosshair

Helluva boss:

Blitz

Striker

Vortex

Hazbin hotel:

Alaster

Vox

Valentino

The walking dead:

Daryl dixon

Merle dixon

Rick grimes

Call of duty:

Ghost

Soap

Price

Kogin

Apex legends:

Revenant

Octane

Caustic

Crypto

Mirage

Anime (couldn't be bothered to make a category for each character):

Ban

Bakugo

Dabi

Hawks

Shinsou

Shigiraki

Kurroo

Okiwa

Bokuto

Sukuna

Itadori

Megumi

Gojo

Guzma

Ryuk

Random:

Rick sanchez

Joel

Eddie mudnson

Eddie brock/ venom

These are most of the ones I can think of

What I'm comfortable writing:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Lime

M and F

What I am not comfortable writing:

Incest

Beastialty

Underaged

Scat/watersports

Vore

This will get updated just pop me a request and I will answer as quickly as I can

Requests are open

Thanks 😊

[starboye]

pairing: prince ben x male reader x harry hook

request: hey can you do a ben x harry hook x male reader where they Both fuck you but harry is really rough while ben is gentle. and harry is very kinky with pet names and stuff

warnings: smut, rough sex, slight degradation, soft sex, lil praise, pet names, cursing, oral sex

harry hook and prince ben, known for being sworn enemies but they had to put that hate aside when you arrived to school, the hottest guy they had ever layed eyes on and they both wanted you, but you... well you had an ego to say the least, very snappy and rude, harry didn't like that much so he decided to fuck you and ben couldn't possibly miss the chance to fuck you.

"yeah such a good slut for a us right" harry grins watching you go dumb over his dick, your face shoved into a pillow as you let out a bunch of moans and whimpers "c'mon harry you dont have to call him a slut" ben says caressing your back to soothe the pain you feel lower "shut up ben we both know he loves this" harry grunts pulling your hair to lift your face up from the pillows.

you let out a loud whine as harry does so, trying to hide your face from the embarrassment you feel "hey you okay" ben coos wiping the tears from your face, you nod slowly at his question before trying to cover your face again, not wanting to be any more embarrassed than you already are "harry dont you think you could go a little slower" ben asks.

"no the whore deserves it, walking around here like he's better than everyone else" harry says moving his hands to grip your waist as hi thrusts become rougher and harder "don't worry it'll be over soon" ben softly say as you continue to moan "can you shut him the fuck up, if you don't i will" harry says, and you know he will i mean he's done it before (which resulted in you not being able to take for a week).

"can you suck it just for me" ben asks stroking his dick lightly, you nod and lower your head onto bens dick, sucking is slowly as ben grips onto the bed sheets "his mouth feels so good right, i trained it myself" harry chuckles thrusting forward hardly to push you down on bens dick quicker.

you gag at the feeling of his dick rushing down your throat "harry!" ben yells "will you shut up and just enjoy this" harry rolls his eyes, his thrusts into slowing down for just a second before pick up pace again, you pull away from his dick out of pure instinct because of the hours of fucking he's put you through "don't run from it baby" harry says says quickly grabbing your hips to plant his dick back in your sloppy hole.

you let out a gargled moan at the feeling of his dick back in your sensitive hole but ben soothes you with his gentle words "it's okay you got this darling" ben says lightly guiding your head up and down "mhm just like that up and down" he coos resting his back on the head board, letting out satisfied groans as you pleasure him.

"fuck m'gonna cum" harry groans "then please cum and let y/n rest" ben pleas, his eyes still glued to the sight of you swallowing his dick whole"you want him to cum in you" ben asks you, you nod slowly, feeling your second climax coming on "yeah i bet you would, such a good boy for us" harry says slapping your ass and wrapping his hand around your dick.

he jerks you off at the same pace of his thrusts; rough and quick wanting you to cum at the same time, you moan around bens dick as harry does so, his hands digging into the mattress to keep them from grabbing your head and fucking his cock into your throat "fuckkk" you hear harry groan before his cum floods your hole.

his cum painting your walls white is just enough tip you over the edge and cum in harrys hand "it's your turn now big boy" harry huffs looking at ben, your eyes stared up at ben as you continue to suck him off, i mean ben wanted to hold out for a little longer but the way your teary eyes and needy face look at him has him thinking he wants to start a family with you.

"f- fine" ben stammer as just with the first utter from his mouth you were rolling your tongue around his tip and getting his dick all the way down your throat, he let out a long groan as he came in your mouth, some of it dripping off to the side "be a good boy for the nice man and swallow" harry whispers in your ear.

you swallow all the cum with a gulp as you and ben hold deep eye contact for a couple seconds before you let out a wince of pain as harry pulls out of your sloppy hole "hey break it up you love birds" harry says snapping you both from looking at each other "yeah i gotta get going anyways, princely duties and all" ben stammers getting up to stop himself from getting another hard on.

"yeah me too, gotta go do some things for my parents" you say getting out of the bed and putting on your clothes and walking out the room, the way ben watched you go with admiration in his eyes made you think this isn't the last time you were gonna be filled by the two.

taglist: @mailmango @spermeboy @ghostking4m @gayaristocrat

[shadowrinrin]

Mine.xoxo - Jay Descendants

Summary: You and Jay (Descendants) are friends with benefits and are with each other most of the time but when Uma and her crew came to Auradon to help Mal for the week you and Harry Hook started getting close and Jay was jealous even Carlos and his pet talking dog Dude noticed it, so he had to remind you who you belong to

warnings: Oral [both receiving] fingering, clit play. Cum play. Making out. Swearing. Pet names. Dirty talk. Foreplay

Note: Yall this is my first time it might not make sense but yk oh well

╭──────────────────────────────.★..─╮ Like a Harley in the wind, got you bragging to your friends the way you ride ╰─..★.──────────────────────────────╯

In the vibrant heart of Auradon, where the castle sparkled like a jewel against the brilliant blue sky, the air crackled with excitement and tension. You, the daughter of Mother Gothel and Jay, the effortlessly charming son of Jafar, had a relationship that was anything but ordinary. Friends with benefits, you spent most of your time entwined in each other's lives, sharing laughter, secrets, and a few heated moments that ignited more than just friendship but was there need to stop the tension? Yes.

"Hey, Harry," I called out as I tossed a pillow at his retreating form. He was already halfway out the door, his messy brown hair sticking up in every direction from our impromptu pillow fight. His blue eyes glinted with mischief as he caught it mid-air, tossing it back at me with a grin.

We'd been friends for as long as I could remember, growing up in the shadow of our parents' legendary rivalry. Jay and I had always had a thing for each other, but our friendship with Harry had been a constant in the ever-changing tides of our lives. His cheeky banter and the way he could make me laugh when I was feeling down had become a source of comfort and strength. Our friendship was a safe haven, a place where I could be myself without the weight of expectations.

But when Uma and her crew arrived, something shifted. Harry's usual flirtatious glances turned into something more intense, his smiles reaching deeper into my soul. We found ourselves spending more time together, laughing louder, sharing secrets that seemed too precious to be whispered to anyone else. He'd lean in closer when we talked, and I'd catch myself inhaling the faint scent of the sea that clung to him, a reminder of his pirate heritage. Our eyes would meet and linger for just a beat too long, sending a thrill through me that was entirely new.

Jay noticed the change immediately. His easy going demeanour grew tense, his jokes less frequent. He'd watch us from across the room, his eyes narrowing when Harry's hand would brush against mine, or when we'd share a knowing smile. Carlos and Dude, ever the observant duo, picked up on it too. They'd exchange glances that were as clear as the neon signs in the Isle of the Lost. It was as if they were silently communicating their concern over the shifting dynamics of our friendship.

Carlos, noticed the shift. With Dude, his loyal dog, wagging his tail beside him, he approached Jay, who was leaning against a wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you and Harry lounging on a nearby bench.

“Hey, man, you good?” Carlos asked, worry creeping into his voice.

Jay's eyes narrowed slightly. “Yeah, just watching.”

“Watching what? You mean watching her flirt with Hook?” Carlos shot back, exasperated. “You know she’s with you, right?”

“Is she?” Jay replied, a hint of bitterness lacing his words. “Because it sure doesn’t look that way.”

Dude barked, as if to punctuate the point, trying to bring some levity to the situation. Carlos sighed, rolling his eyes. “Jay, you need to remind her who she belongs to,” he said, more serious now. “It’s obvious she likes you. Just… show her one of these days.”

One evening, I stumbled upon Jay in the training room, sweat beads glistening on his forehead as he parried with a dummy. The clanging of metal on metal filled the air, echoing off the stone walls. His movements were sharp, agitated. Harry had just left after a particularly flirty conversation, and the tension in the room was palpable.

"Couldn't stay away from the lovebirds, could you?" Jay quipped without looking up from his training.

I rolled my eyes at his dramatic tone. "Don't be ridiculous, Jay," I said, leaning against the archway. "We're just friends having fun."

Jay stopped abruptly, panting slightly. He turned to face me, the practice sword still in hand. "Friends, huh?" His eyes searched mine, and I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. There was something in his gaze that made me want to confess every little thought I'd had about Harry. "Is that all it is?"

He took a step closer, and the scent of sweat and leather filled the air. It was a stark contrast to Harry's clean, salty scent. Jay's eyes darkened, and he set the sword down with a clatter. Before I could react, he was right in front of me, his hand reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. His touch was gentle but firm, a silent claim that sent a shiver down my spine.

"I know what you're doing," he said, his voice low and gruff. "But you can't have both of us, Y/N."

My heart pounded in my chest as Jay's words hung in the air. He'd clearly been thinking about the same thing I had been, the growing tension between the three of us. But I didn't know how to tell him that I didn't want to choose. That every time Harry looked at me with those piercing eyes, I felt a pull I couldn't ignore. And yet, Jay had always been there for me, through thick and thin.

"Jay," I began, my voice wavering slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

But before I could say anything else, Jay had grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of the archway and into the dimly lit corridor. His grip was firm, almost painful, and his eyes burned with a possessiveness that was both thrilling and terrifying. He was usually so laid back, so this side of him was uncharted territory.

"Let's go," he said through gritted teeth, leading me towards the dorms. I could feel the tension in his body, the urgency of his steps. I didn't fight him; I was too surprised, too overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all.

As we approached the door to our wing, Harry stepped out of the shadows, his eyes widening at the sight of Jay's grip on my wrist. "What's going on here?" he asked, his voice steady despite the obvious tension in the air.

Jay's eyes never left mine. "It's nothing you need to worry about, Harry," he said, his tone laced with a challenge.

But Harry didn't back down. He stepped closer, his chest puffing out slightly. "If it involves her, it's my business," he said, his voice firm.

Jay shot him a look that could've frozen lava. "Back off, Hook," he warned, his grip on my wrist tightening. "This is between me and Y/N."

Ignoring Harry's protests, Jay tugged me along the corridor, his strides long and purposeful. We reached his dorm room, and before I could blink, he'd pushed the door open and practically thrown me onto the bed. The plush comforter muffled my gasp as I landed, and I looked up at him in surprise. His eyes searched mine, a storm of emotions raging behind them. Jealousy, anger, and something else—desire.

"What are you doing?" I managed to ask, my voice a whisper.

Jay's eyes were like thunderclouds, full of unspoken words and emotions. He didn't answer but instead closed the door behind him with a firm click that seemed to echo through the room. His hand didn't leave my wrist, and he stepped closer, towering over me. The room felt suddenly much smaller, the air thick with a mix of his scent and the anticipation of what was about to happen.

"Jay, please," I murmured, trying to sit up, but he was having none of it. He leaned over me, his face a mask of determination.

"You need to remember who you belong to," he said, his voice a low growl. His hand slid from my wrist to my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw with a firmness that sent a thrill through me.

Jay's eyes searched mine, looking for something—confirmation, perhaps, or maybe just reassurance. His other hand found its way to my waist, and he pulled me closer, so that our bodies were almost touching. His gaze dropped to my lips, and for a moment, I thought he might kiss me. But instead, he leaned in and whispered, "You're mine, Y/N."

The words sent a thrill through me, and I felt myself melting into the bed beneath him. He kissed me then, hard and possessive, his tongue demanding entry to my mouth. His hand slid under my shirt, and he began to trace my ribs, his touch setting my skin on fire. His fingers found my breast, and he squeezed gently, eliciting a gasp from me. His thumb found my hardened nipple and began to tease it, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core.

Jay pulled back just enough to tug my shirt over my head, his eyes never leaving mine. He dropped it to the floor and leaned back in, his mouth finding my neck, kissing and sucking gently. I moaned his name as his hand slid down my stomach and into my pants, his fingers expertly finding my wetness. He groaned into my ear, "You're so fucking wet for me, baby."

He played with my clit, rubbing it in tight circles, making me squirm beneath him. His other hand held the back of my neck, keeping me in place as he whispered filthy things that made me blush. I could feel my orgasm building, my breaths coming in short gasps. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice gruff with desire. "You like it when I make you feel good."

I nodded, unable to form words as his mouth moved to my chest, kissing and licking my breasts before taking one in his mouth. He sucked hard, and I moaned, arching my back. His teeth grazed my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "Fuck, Jay," I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair. He smirked up at me, the look in his eyes dark and hungry.

He slid down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire across my stomach. He pulled my pants down roughly, exposing me to the cool air. He took in the sight of me, his eyes glinting with lust. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse. He spread my legs wider, his hand guiding himself to my entrance. "So fucking beautiful."

He didn't wait for a response, plunging into me without hesitation. The feeling was intense, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming out. Jay knew exactly what he was doing, filling me up completely and hitting all the right spots. His movements grew faster, his breathing heavier. I could feel his passion, his need to claim me, to make me his. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips.

"You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I've missed this."

Jay's words sent a shiver down my spine as he continued to explore my body with his mouth. He kissed and licked my neck, his teeth grazing my collarbone, making me squirm beneath him. His hand moved down to my panties, sliding them aside to expose my wetness. He groaned against my skin as he felt how ready I was for him.

"You want this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "You want me to make you cum."

I nodded, my eyes rolling back in my head as his thumb found my clit again, his other fingers sliding into me. He began to pump in and out in a steady rhythm, curling his fingers to hit my g-spot. I moaned, my body responding to his touch like it had been starved.

"Yeah, that's it," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. "Cum for me, baby."

Jay's fingers worked their magic, his touch sending me soaring closer to the edge. His thumb flicked over my clit, and his index and middle fingers curled inside me, stroking that spot that made me see stars. I couldn't help but think about Harry, his gentle touch and sweet words. But Jay was right here, his body pressing into mine, his roughness a stark contrast to Harry's finesse.

"Forget about him," Jay growled, as if reading my mind. "I'm the one who knows exactly how to make you scream."

He slammed into me, his fingers working their magic in a way that made me see stars. Harry's touch was like a gentle sea breeze, but Jay's was a tempest, rough and all-consuming. The room spun around us as he claimed me, his words a declaration of ownership that sent a thrill through my body. His thumb circled my clit with the precision of a maestro, pushing me closer to the brink.

With a final, desperate arch of my back, I gave in to the pleasure. My nails dug into Jay's shoulders as my orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave of bliss. He didn't let up, his strokes becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. His eyes bore into mine, demanding that I acknowledge the power he held over me. And at that moment, I did. I was his, body and soul.

As the last tremors of pleasure subsided, Jay pulled away, his chest heaving with exertion. He looked down at me, his expression a mix of triumph and something else—fear, perhaps? Did he think I would reject him after this display of possessiveness? But instead of speaking, he leaned down and kissed me again, his tongue claiming my mouth as thoroughly as he had claimed my body.

His hand slid down my side, his fingers brushing against my still-sensitive skin. I felt a jolt of excitement as he reached down to unbuckle his pants, his eyes never leaving mine. He pulled out his cock, thick and hard, and I couldn't help but stare at it. It had been a while since I'd seen him like this, and the sight of him made me wet all over again.

With a smug grin, Jay lined himself up with my entrance and pushed in with one swift motion. I gasped, the sudden fullness making me see stars. He didn't give me a moment to adjust, instead starting to thrust in and out at a breakneck pace. His hips pounded into me, his movements fast and furious, like he was trying to brand me from the inside out. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, making me moan uncontrollably.

The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, the headboard slamming against the wall in time with his thrusts. I could feel myself stretching around him, accommodating his size and the ferocity of his passion. He was like a storm, unyielding and unstoppable. And just like a storm, he brought with him a sense of excitement and danger that was utterly intoxicating.

Jay's hips moved with a fierce rhythm, his cock plunging deep inside me with a speed that left me breathless. Each stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure through my core, making me clench around him. His eyes never left mine, a silent challenge in their depths. He was marking me, reminding me of who I belonged to, and with every thrust, I felt myself slipping further under his spell.

His hand found my clit again, his thumb pressing down as he fucked me. The combination of his thick cock filling me and his skilled thumb on my sensitive bud was too much. I felt my orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to drown me. My nails dug into his back, leaving marks that would surely be a testament to the passion we shared.

Jay's breathing grew ragged, his eyes locked on mine. "You're going to cum for me," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. "Cum for me, baby."

With a final, punishing thrust, he sent me hurtling over the edge again. My body convulsed around him, my muscles tightening as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Jay groaned, his own release following quickly. He collapsed on top of me, his body heavy but welcome. For a moment, we lay there, panting and sweaty, our hearts racing in time with one another.

As our breaths began to even out, Jay rolled off me, pulling me into his arms. He kissed my forehead gently, his touch tender in the aftermath of our passion. He wrapped the comforter around us, his strong arms providing a warm, secure cocoon. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, soothing the tension that had built up there. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear, his voice a gentle rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

But our peaceful moment was shattered by the sound of knocking on the door. Jay tensed, his grip on me tightening for a second before he let out a sigh. He kissed me softly on the cheek. "Stay here," he murmured, sliding out of bed. He grabbed a robe from the back of the chair and slipped it on, tying it tightly around his waist.

I watched him move across the room, his muscles rippling with the aftershocks of passion. The knocking grew louder, more insistent. Jay's expression grew darker, and I knew it was Harry on the other side of the door. He'd come to find me, to check on me, and now he was about to walk into a scene that would make everything so much more complicated.

Jay pulled the comforter over me, tucking it around my body until only my head was visible. He bent down, whispering in my ear, "Pretend to be asleep, baby. I'll handle this."

My heart pounded in my chest as I nodded, feigning slumber. The knocking grew more insistent, and I heard the door creak open. Jay's footsteps approached the bed, and I could feel his gaze on me, appraising.

"What the hell, Jay?" Harry's voice was sharp, a clear edge of anger underlying his words.

Jay didn't bother to turn around, instead, he just tightened the sash of his robe and called out, "What do you want, Harry?"

"Is Y/N with you?" Harry's voice was tight with concern, a hint of anger seeping through.

Jay's eyes narrowed as he turned to face the door, his gaze lingering on Harry's shocked expression as he took in the rumpled bed and the discarded clothing scattered across the floor. "What makes you think she's here?" he asked, his tone deceptively casual.

"I...I just...I know she was looking for you," Harry stuttered, his eyes darting to me, trying to gauge if I was okay.

Jay chuckled darkly. "She's fine, Harry. More than fine." He glanced back at me, his eyes lingering on my exposed breasts before turning back to Harry. "In fact, she's sleeping like a baby. Didn't you hear how tired she was?"

The air grew thick with tension, the unspoken words hanging heavy between them. Harry's eyes narrowed, and his hand clenched into a fist. "What did you do?" he demanded, taking a step into the room.

Jay's smile was cold, the lines of his face hardening as he stepped in front of the bed, blocking Harry's view of me. "What I had to," he said, his voice a low growl. "You think you can just waltz in here and take what's mine?"

The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the possessive claim he'd made on my body just moments before. Harry's eyes flicked to me, and I felt a flash of embarrassment as he took in the sight of my half-dressed form. I burrowed deeper into the covers, hoping he couldn't see the blush that was surely creeping up my neck.

Jay stepped closer to Harry, his robe gaping slightly, revealing the sweat-slicked muscles of his chest. "Back off, Hook," he warned, his voice a low growl. "You're not welcome here."

The room was a testament to the passion that had just unfolded, the air still thick with the scent of desire. Harry's eyes flicked to the rumpled bed, and his gaze grew cold as he took in the scene. He stepped closer, his hand reaching for the comforter that was barely covering my body. "Jay," he said, his voice a warning.

Jay's hand shot out, grabbing Harry's wrist. "Don't you dare," he spat, his eyes flashing with a dangerous fire. "This is your final warning, Harry. Stay away from her."

Harry's eyes narrowed, his grip on the comforter tightening. "This isn't over," he said, his voice a low threat.

Jay's smile grew, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Oh, it's over," he said, his voice laced with a confidence that sent a shiver down my spine. He didn't move from his protective stance, not even when Harry's hand hovered so close to me. "Now, get the fuck out."

Jay just smirked, his eyes never leaving Harry's. "I know," he said, his voice low and filled with a challenge. "But for now, she's mine."

With that, he turned back to me, sliding into the bed and wrapping his arms around me. His warmth was comforting, his embrace tight and secure. I could feel his heart beating against my back, the steady rhythm a stark contrast to the chaos of emotions whirling inside me. He pulled me closer, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered, "I'm not letting you go, baby."

Jay's grip was firm, but his touch was gentle, his fingers tracing patterns on my bare skin that sent shivers down my spine. His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered sweet nothings, his voice a soothing balm to the rawness left by our encounter. The room was silent except for the occasional clank of metal from the corridor, a distant reminder of the world outside our little bubble.

[ginervacade]

Evil Giggles.

Summary: Daisy and Uma really enjoy teasing their boys.

Pairing: Harry/Uma/Gil/Original female character

Warnings: not really anything. Implied smut at the end but it’s all off screen.

This thing is purely self indulgent and terrible but here it is anyway.

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They were doing it on purpose. Harry and Gil both knew that the girls were trying to get them riled up. But damnit it was working!!

Both girls had been gone when they woke up, though neither boy is sure how they managed to escape the middle of the bed without waking either of them. They could hear giggling when they got to the chip shop and when they followed the melodic sounds back to the kitchen they found their girls. They could tell that Uma saw them from the spark of mischief in her eyes as she whispered something to Daisy who responded by lifting her captain onto the counter and kissing her deeply. Both boys blushed at the position they had found them in, a bit shocked that Daisy was strong enough to do that. Harry loudly cleared his throat to get their attention. There was that giggle again before Daisy turned to face them. “ You two finally woke up, huh?” She said with a smirk, “ Good mornin’”

Then she turned back to Uma, gently brushing a thumb over the captain’s lips to remove the traces of her own lipstick, before helping her off of the counter and leading her out of the room. Daisy’s usual spot between the boys is left empty at breakfast as she sits across the table with Uma this morning, occasionally letting the older girl feed her a spoonful of food. When it’s time to get to work the girls finally cross to their side of the table, Uma standing behind Gil and Daisy behind Harry. They tilt the chin of their respective boy back to look up at them before giving them a chaste peck on the lips. When the boys go to kiss the opposite girl they find their heads turned toward each other instead and that same sinister little pair of giggles echoes in their ears.

Daisy, who is always tactile with the boys, always seeking pressure, focuses that energy on Uma instead. Harry and Gil are both aware of what they’re doing and as gorgeous as they are when unable to keep their hands off each other, they’re also incredibly frustrating. All day they tease them. Daisy keeps letting Gil get close to her before twirling out of his grasp at the last second. Every time Harry reaches for Uma she gives him a task to do across the room from her.

At midafternoon break neither boy can keep still. Gil’s leg bounces unconsciously, missing the weight of one of the girls on his lap and Harry taps the side of his hook against his lips, where he usually has one of the girl’s’ hands. Uma sits on her seashell throne, Daisy in her lap. Harry growls in frustration, seeing both girls eyes on them. He thinks he can counteract their play, pulling Gil into a forceful kiss. Gil kisses him back with the same pent up energy and it’s clear he’s thinking the same thing. When they pull back the girls have matching smirks. They’re playing right into their hands.

“ What’s my name sweetheart?” Gil hears Uma say and the reverence in Daisy’s voice as she replies, “ Uma,” slow and shuddery has him squeezing his legs together in search of friction.

By nightfall, both boys are fuming. “ Are you two coming,” Uma calls behind her as she leads Daisy back to her cabin. Harry and Gil hurry after them. Right when they reach the door Harry tosses Uma over his shoulder, and Gil grabs Daisy by the hip, spinning her through the door and pressing her against the wall. Harry kicks the door to and tosses Uma onto the bed. He bends down, crashing his lips against her hungrily. Gil’s hands move from Daisy’s hips, one pinning her hands above her head and the other gripping her ass. Daisy can feel from where his hips are pressed against her just how she’s been effecting him all day. Uma finds Harry in the same state. There’s that same giggle that’s been eating at the boys all day, this time right against their lips and they both groan obscenely at the sound.

“ If the two of you don’t want those clothes torn, you had best be getting out of them.” Harry warns, as he kicks off his boots.

The next day both girls wear high collars and pout around all day when Harry and Gil decide they need a taste of their own medicine.

[arewordsenough]

Rated Explicit - 1.8k One Shot - M/M - Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: Chad and Carlos have had a secret fling going on for a while. Today that fling is going to become less of a secret.

Based on a prompt from one of my readers.

Featured group/pairing: Ben/Carlos de Vil/Chad Charming & Harry Hook/Carlos de Vil

Key Tags: Caught, Orgy

This fic is a follow up to A Charming Compromise, but can also be read stand alone.

The final Sequel September fic! The first SMUTober fic is already in editing, so you'll be seeing it pretty soon. 😉

[piratecore-art]

Fanfic- pairing Ben/harry/Uma

Rating: explicit

King Benjamin Florin Beast held his head high.

It was what he’d been taught.

The pirates jeered as Harry Hook and Gil Gaston led him up the ship’s gangway and onto deck.

He’d been striped of his jacket, hat and shoes already, leaving him in a thin blue shirt and studded pants- with bright aradon-yellow socks.

Ben was still cursing himself for being caught, for being recognized by Gil in the first place. He should never have shown up on the isle looking and acting like a target.

Harry snickered as he purposely tripped ben and ben fought a growl.

Making enemies won’t do you any good, he reminded himself.

He glared at the objectivly attractive first mate, taking in the other boy’s ocean azure eyes painted with black khol, his strong musceles and lean frame, his…

He glanced away, blushing.

He lifted his chin again, determined to keep his demeanor.

And then he saw… her.

Uma.

The captain of the pirates, the queen of the Isle.

She was standing at the prow of the small ship, her long, heavy braids flowing in the wind, small shells and strands of teal caught among them. Her chin was strong and proud, lifted, just like his, head high like royalty.

She was stunning.

A smirk painted her lips as she beheld him, the captive king, flanked by her loyal first and second mates.

Harry snarled. “Keep yer eyes to yerself, beast.”

Ben glanced down, flushing yet again.

Uma swayed as she walked twords them. “Bring him below deck.”

“You don’t want to do this,” ben protested, trying one last desperate bid for freedom. “Whatever it is you want, we can negotiate-”

Uma spun around and grabbed the young king’s chin harshly. “I don’t negotiate with tyrants.”

The words spun in his ears as gill grabbed his arms and dragged him harshly beneath the deck, harry following after with a crazed giggle.

I don’t negotiate with tyrants.

Is that how she saw him? How all of the Isle saw him?

He’d never even considered the possibility before.

In the eyes of auradon, he was either just and merciful, or too soft-hearted. No one would consider him… tyrannical.

But to the people his father had imprisoned, to the children he’d failed to rescue…

He had thought, at first, that uma must be working for her mother. But slowly, he was beginning to realize they respected her as a leader in her own right, in a way Mal had never been.

The split up at the stairs, gil leaving to attend to his other duties while harry dragged ben down into the dark depths of the ship. When they reached the bottom of the creaking wooden staircase, he shoved ben roughly to his knees.

Ben let out an oof as his body made impact with the hard wood boards, feeling a splinter worm its way trough his jeans and into his knee, but unable to touch it with his hands bound behind his back.

Harry circled his captive slowly.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, ben could finally get a good look at harry. The other boy was tall- taller than him- and lean, muscled and hungry-looking. His eyes held a gleam of insanity, and his face was split in a manic grin.

Ben shivered slightly as he felt the force of that intense gaze directed at him.

The dark kohl around harry’s eyes gave him the appearance of almost a skeletal presence, something dark and dastardly come from the king’s nightmares to taunt him.

He forced himself to meet harry’s eyes, but insted of being intimidated, the first mate’s grin merely grew.

“I bet-” he chuckled, low and dirty- “I bed i get to hook ye. I bet uma lets me-” he licked his lips and leaned down, pushing the tip of his hook under ben’s chin- “i bet uma lets me do all kinds of-”

“You don’t have to obey her!”

The words were out of ben’s mouth before he could think them through.

Harry froze. “What’s that supposed to mean, benny?”

Ben’s tongue flicked nervously over his lips. “I just meant… you don’t need to do what she says. You don’t have to hurt people. If she, or your father, are making you do stuff-”

“My father is dead!” harry snapped his teeth in ben’s face. “Uma killed him. So no, he’s not making me do stuff.”

Ben felt ice flood through his veins. Uma had killed hook?

“She- but if she hurt someone you love, why would you follow her? Are you scared of her, or…” ben trailed off when harry let out a loud, high pitched screech of laughter.

“Loved? You think I loved him? Oh, that’s funny.”

His face turned suddenly serious, and he leaned in to whisper in ben’s ear. “All the old man ever did was fucking hurt me. So no, I didn’t love him. And I follow Uma because she saved me.”

Ben closed his eyes, feeling the sharp tip of harry’s hook slide over te skin of his neck in a blatant tease, feeling harry’s warm breath against is ear, feeling-

“Harry. Leave it.”

Ben’s eyes snapped open at Uma’s voice.

She stood in the doorway, her leather teal and black skirt swishing around her hips. She spoke firmly, but a small smile still painted her lips as she gave harry a fond, exhasperated look.

He grinned unapolageticaly back at her. “Just getting him ready for you, darling.”

The endeerment through ben for a loop.

Mal had told him there was n0 ‘dating’ on the isle, discribing it as more gang activity. So to have harry call Uma darling, in front of a proiosoner no less, was strange.

Something pullsed in ben’s heart, an almost ache.

He’d always thought mal’s cold and withdrawn mannerisims were just part of her isle upbringing, always been so convinsed that what they had was true love, even when she pushed him away.

But if Uma and Harry could be openly affectionate… maybe he was wrong.

Maybe he was the problem.

He looked up to find Uma staring at him with a cutrious look on her face. He tried to rally himself.

Im trapped in the bowels of a pirate ship surrounded by Vk’s, he thought. Now is not the time.

“Harry,” Uma drawled, “I think the king is wearing a little too much to be comfortable. After all, it’s quite warm today.”

Harry and ben both froze in confusion.

What?

Uma gestured to the bound and helpless king. “Well, harry? You heard your captian. Get to work.”

Harry hesitated a second longer, then a smile slowly crawled across his face, getting more manic by the second. “Well well well, benny-boo. Let’s see what’s under those fancy auradon rags.”

Ben swollowed hard.

Harry stalked twords him slowly.

He slipped the tip of his hook under the thin material of ben’s navy shirt, and with a distinct rippp, it gave way.

Be nshiverd in the cold air.

Harry ripped the shirt in half, then shoved it down, letting it slide to a stop at harry’s bound hands.

“Pants next,” uma hummed from where she watched. She had taken up residence in a sturdy-looking chair encrusted with seashells that ben hadn’t previously noticed in the gloom, and sat with one leg neatly crossed over the other.

Ben shivered under her penetrating gaze.

Harry yanked ben roughly to his feet and stripped him, leaving him in nothing but boxers and socks.

Harry and Uma both stared.

Ben blushed, glancing down at his blue underwhere covered in little yellow crowns.

He was humiliated.

And then it got so much worse.

Because under their stares, he began to feel himself growing hard. His cock strained agianst his boxers, the tip leaking slightly.

Harry gave a low whistle.

“So he likes humiliation.” He smirked, speaking to uma as though Ben wasn’t even in the room. Uma smiled, a low, predatory thing.

“Perfect.”

Ben shuddered, his eyes wide with fear.

Harry moved tword him again. He grabbed Ben's hands and reached up, hooking his bound wrists to a chain dangling from the ceiling. Ben felt his body stretch, his toes just touching the ground. He felt utterly helpless.

And it was making him so desprate.

He wanted Harry to touch him.

Wait.

He meant- he wanted Uma to touch him, surely? Uma was the one who was getting him worked up, the one making him hard.

Because… Harry was a man.

And Ben wasn’t gay.

He couldn’t be.

King Adem had made sure of that.

He’d screamed at ben enough about being a fag, about how the futer king could never be in love with a boy. It was bad enough that ben linked being dominated by women, he shouldn’t- couldn’t- like men.

And yet, he’d never wanted Audrey or even Mal the way he wanted Harry right now.

And Harry obliged him.

He slid his hand slowly over ben’s torso, lightly muscled from tourney, squeezed at his pecs, ran a hand over his delicate throat- all under Uma’s watchfull eye.

“Pretty,” she cooed. “Two pretty boys.”

Ben glanced at Harry, who was inches away from his face with his hands on ben’s biceps, expecting him to protest at being called pretty. But instead, a gentle blush stained the son of Hook's face.

“Thank ye, Uma,” he murmured.

A beat passed.

“Well?” Uma said. “Aren’t you going to thank me, Ben?”

Ben debated, but te end of Harry’s hook prodding the underside of his chin made the decision for him. “Thank you, Uma,” he growled.

“Now, harry, why don’t you show our guest a good time?” Uma leaned back in her chair with a smirk.

Harry growled with pleasure, leaning forward and licking and sucking at one of ben’s dusky nipples. Ben arched into his mouth with a cry.

Harry bit down, and Ben squirmed, letting out a high-picthced noise of pleasure and pain. Harry grinned against ben’s pale skin. Next, he used is mouth to lick at the young king’s coller bone, laving with his tongue over each freckle, twisting it like he wanted to savore the taste.

And then he dropped to his knees.

Cupping Ben’s length, he swallowed it whole.

Uma and Ben groaned in unison, and ben looked up to see te pirate queen with her gorgeous strong thighs spread, a hand tucked beneath her leggings pleasuring herself to the sight of harry sucking Ben off.

And suck Harry did.

He lavished Ben’s rock-hard length with tongue and lips and even teeth, gently nibbling the end, making Ben moan and squirm, trying depratly to thrust into te warm heat of Harry’s mouth.

“Harry- Uma- please-”

Ben lost himself in incoherent moans, not even realizeing he’d been redused to begging for release.

And yet, Harry held off just enough, teasing and edging the king, till he was wild wit pleasure and desperation.

And then Uma spoke again.

“Let him use you, Harry,” she mo0aned.

Harry stood, released the king’s hands fro mthe chains, and dropped back to his knees.

Ben didn’t even try to escape.

Instead, he looped his hands through harry’s pretty brown curls, thrusting wildly into his open, wet mouth with a moan. He fucked the other man’s face thouroughly, making the pirate gag with each thrust, all while Uma’s moans filled the air.

He barely even noticed Harry tucking a hand into his own pants to pleasure himself, too busy chasing the orgasm, the height of intensity-

And then he came, hard, Harry swallowing down every drop, milking his length.

Ben Collapsed to the floor, thoroughly spent.

“Good boy,” Uma cooed.

She and her first mate had both orgasmed as well.

She staliked over to Ben, who barely protested as she yanked him to his feet.

“Get dressed. It’s neary time to give you back to Mal.”

Ben froze. “What?”

Uma glanced over her shoulder and laughed. “You didn’t really think we’d keep you? No, Benny-boo, we’re trading you. The king for the wand, to bring down the barrier.”

Ben felt so foolish.

All this.. It meant nothing to them.

He glanced at Harry, but the first mate didn’t make eye contact as he stalked away, leaving Ben bound on the floor.

It was over.

[plantenbylvr]

The realization i’ve made is that every version of Hook is attractive.

In Descendants Harry Hook is the best character.

In every single Peter Pan retelling I’ve loved Hook.

The list goes on and on.

#I always fall for the misunderstood villain

[luna-the-pigeon]

I'm finally back!!...maybe?

Hey, it's been a while..like, a few months awhile!😅 I've had one hell of a 2024, but its kind of calmed down..at the moment. I'm finally getting my creative energy back as well, so I hope to take care of some of those backed up requests!(For the people that made those requests..sorry for dying on you-) But I'd like to start it off with a story that's been personally requested!

Plot: Harry Hook decides he wants afab reader to watch just how they come undone..

"C'mere, love. Sit right down here, yeah?" Your boyfriend, Harry, murmured to you, patting his lap. He was on the chair in your shared bedroom, which he had dragged over to the front of the mirror. You didn't know what to expect, but you always listened to him.

Before you knew it, you were plopped down in his lap, facing the mirror as his hands trailed down your body. "Look at you..such a pretty boy." He placed a soft kiss on your neck, and then a bite, a satisfied hum leaving his mouth as he continued to mark all over your neck. "Eyes on the mirror. Don't you dare look away, slut."

You would obediently keep you eyes on the mirror, your face flushing more red as you watched his lips meet your skin, his hand trail down into your pants. "So wet for me already, lover boy..do you like watching me touch you that much?" Before you could retort, he would press his lips against yours, plunging his fingers deep into you.

He moved his fingers in and out, the pace almost taunting, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. You pressed your hips against his hand, practically whimpering against his mouth. "Awww, such a desperate boy..its almost pathetic, really..do you need me that bad? Do you need me inside you that bad?"

Again, you had no chance to respond. He jerked his fingers out of you, tugging down you pants as he unzipped his pants. You watched as he was pushed inside you, stretching you and filling you up. When you tried to look away, he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look into the mirror. "No, lover boy, look at yourself. Look at your pretty hole getting filled to the brim. Look at how much your legs are shaking, and I've barely even moved yet.."

He began to bounce you on his lap. At first gently, but then he took your hips and began slamming you down onto him, whispering and moaning into your ear as your brain leaked out between your thighs, your eyes still trained on where he was forcing them. "God, good boy, such a good little slutty boy..fuck, everytime you see me thrusting in you, you clench around me..such a slutty lover boy..."

It wasn't long before you were cumming around him, and he came as well, holding you close as he filled you up. " Good boy..now get on the bed.."

[descendantofthesparrow]

Can't stop this feeling - Harry Hook x reader- SMUT FIC- P8

SMUT FIC-MINORS DNI- All ‘important’ characters are 18+!

Warning; Smut-drugged sex-CNC, swearing, someone drugging Harry with the intent to force them to have sex with them(they fail)

Oh wow….wowow its really been over a year since the last part eh?...sorry??? also sorry if this isn’t-up to par with the other parts, I’ve lost steam with writing in general(c.ai has taken over my writing life.)

=

“you look so pretty!”

Harry flushed at Gil’s compliment, swimming through the enchanted lake, his shimmering blue tail moving through the sparkling waters elegantly, his sisters watching him in awe, and maybe some envy as Harry swam about in his mer form.

(y/n) was swimming with him, her tail flowing about the water like fabric, a strong contrast to his sharp tail.

“Thank ye, Gil,” Harry said, swimming up to the pavilion and resting his arms on the cool stone, CJ reaching out curiously to touch the scales that lined his skin.

“I wanna have a mermaid tail too,” CJ said, pouting a bit, jealous of her brother's pretty blue tail and scales. Harriet snorted and Harry rolled his eyes, laughing as Harriet shoved CJ into the lake. CJ sputtered as she came back up and yanked Harriet into the lake with her, Harriet's iridescent scales appearing like Harry’s used to as she surfaced, flipping her wet curly hair out of her face, stalking towards CJ who attempted to use Harry as a shield as (y/n) and Gil laughed at the siblings.

“So really, how was Neverland?” Gil asked Harry as he swam away from his sisters, admiring his tail in the shimmering waters. Harry smiled, lifting himself up to sit with Gil, his tail fin still in the water as he leaned back on his hands.

“it was good,” Harry said, watching his sisters torment each other in the lake, “met me ma’s friend from when she lived there, the lass taught me how ta’ swim with me tail, and ‘er pod taught me how ta’ hunt, I’m glad I went.” Harry said softly, a smile on his lips.

Gil grinned, patting him on the back as they watched Harry’s sisters and (y/n) swim through the water, Uma was off with Ben and Evie doing isle representative things, but Gil had texted her earlier with a photo of Harry with his new tail and colored scales-to which she was very hype for.

Harry sighed happily as he leaned back on his hands, bathing in the spring sun as his girlfriend and sisters played around in the enchanted lake.

-

(y/n) sat down at the table the group had chosen for dinner that night, frowning a bit as she looked at the drink Harry had left unattended at the table while he went to go get his food. He had gotten a lemonade today, and yet the drink had a slight pink tint to it. (y/n) picked up the drink and sniffed it, it smelled normal... She looked around, trying to see if anyone was tense or suspicious of the fact that she had picked up Harry’s, clearly spiked, drink, but saw no one.

She put her lemonade where Harry’s drink had been and put Harry’s spiked drink on her tray, tapping her fingers on the glass as she stared at it, seeing a slight shimmer to the lemonade…it had surely been spiked. (y/n) perked up with a smile as Harry, Uma, Gil, and the rest of their friends returned to the table with their food, Harry smiling back at her and pecking her lips-making her laugh gently.

“Thanks fer savin’ our spot darlin’,” Harry said with a grin and (y/n) nodded, digging into her dinner and carefully avoiding drinking the lemonade on her tray, though eventually her eating habits got to her and she took a drink of the lemonade, pausing mid swallow.

….oops.

-

She understood why Harry had been so-fidgety-while under the influence of the lust potion, because only an hour after she had taken the smallest sip, she was already feeling hot and needy, a growing heat between her legs that had her moving her hips in an attempt to soothe the ache.

“You okay lass?” Harry asked from beside her, his voice low so as to not draw attention to them while they were in Jay and Carlos’ dorm for a vk movie night. “Ye seem very…shifty,” Harry mused, his eyes locking with hers and they widened, seeing the flash of pink within her eyes. “lass?”

“Your drink got spiked again and I switched it with mine and I accidentally drank some,” (y/n) said in a hushed whisper, gripping his arm tightly as his breath against her cheek made her body heat up further.

“Shit,” Harry huffed, looking around and then grabbing her hand, pulling her up off the couch with him, Uma glanced at him with a raised brow and Harry just gave her a look-and Uma quickly turned back around, Harry pulling (y/n) out of the room and down the hall to his dorm room.

“Harry-this hurts-“ (y/n) panted, tears starting to bloom in her eyes as her body began to ache with need, she was really beginning to understand why Harry had always been so-rushed to do it when under the influence of the potion.

“I know, I really know love, I’ve got you-I’ll take care of you,” Harry cooed, locking the door behind him and bringing (y/n) into a kiss, which quickly turned biting and passionate as (y/n) threw her arms around him and pulled him close, grinding her hips against his, a groan escaping Harry’s throat as his arousal spiked, his cock growing hard in his pants.

“Harry-please,” (y/n) breathed, her body growing terribly hot and everything was aching. Harry shushed her gently and picked her up by her thighs, carrying (y/n) over to the bed and lying her down, peppering kisses along her neck.

“I’ve got you love,” Harry whispered against her neck, taking off her shoes and belt, pulling down her underwear, and pushing up her dress. (y/n) groaned as the cold air of his dorm blew between her legs, making her cunt clench as Harry pushed her legs apart and went right to work-making her cry out as his tongue connected with her dripping cunt, lapping at her clit-his brows furrowed and a low groan escaping him as he curled his hands around her thighs.

“ye always taste so sweet, even sweeter now,” Harry mumbled before diving back into her pussy, lapping at her clit and folds as her hips ground against his face, her hands clenching the sheets and the fabric of her dress over her stomach-gasping for breath as she moaned helplessly.

“ff-fuck-Harry~!” (y/n) moaned, panting heavily as she felt his long perfect fingers slip inside her, pumping slowly in time with his tongue on her clit. Harry groaned against her, watching her from between her thighs as she writhed and gasped from his actions, feeling her cunt clench around his fingers tightly, the lust potion making her far more sensitive than usual. “Harry-Harry-Harry-“ (y/n) panted, her hands flying to his hair and pulling it lightly, the coil in her gut tightening. “fuck-Harry~!”

He swirled his tongue around her clit, focusing his fingers on her inner sweet spot, groaning as he felt her clench around his fingers and came, her body pulsing with pleasure as he eased her out of her first orgasm. (y/n) panted heavily as Harry sat up, licking his lips clean and wiping his fingers on (y/n)’s thigh, undoing his pants and belt to pull out his hard cock, (y/n) almost whining at the sight.

“I’ve got you love, don’ worry,” Harry cooed, hooking her leg over his shoulder and leaning into her, lining his cock up and pushing into her wet and warm cunt, groaning at the tight feeling of her inner walls. “mmm fuck,” He groaned, starting with shallow thrusts as (y/n) writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his forearms as she grabbed at him, her head tossed back as he slowly picked up the pace of his thrusts.

“ah! Ahn-ah!” (y/n) cried out from beneath him, pleasure building in her gut again, feeling Harry’s lips on her cheeks, kissing away her tears as her body shook beneath his. “Harry-harry-harry!”

“let it out love, I’ve got ye,” Harry mumbled against her cheek, rutting his hips into hers, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her and making her tumble over the edge again, clenching around him, but he didn’t stop-knowing the potion didn’t let up easily, and he needed to flush it out of her system quickly.

He feels himself come close and he slows down, he wasn’t on the potion, for once, and he knew if he came now he wouldn’t be able to keep up with (y/n)’s need for relief, chuckling as (y/n) whined beneath him, clawing at his arms. “one-sec darlin’, need ta catch me breath,” Harry huffed, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down the side of his head.

So this was how (y/n) felt when she had to help him when he was under the influence of the potion, eh? It was exhausting and they’d barely even started. “Harryyyyy,” (y/n) groans and he groans back in return, burying his face in the crook of her sweaty shoulder.

“I don’t wanna come too soon love, gimme a second,” Harry chuckled in her ear, and that made her shudder, moving her head to kiss him heatedly and he groaned, pushing his tongue against hers as her mouth moved passionately against his. He began to move his hips again after a minute, smirking into the kiss as (y/n) moaned/sighed against his lips, her legs wrapping around his hips.

(y/n) shuddered in his hold as he brought her to orgasm again and again, and by the time he knew the potion was leaving her system, he was very on edge, his body thrumming with the need to release. “Shit,” Harry groaned against (y/n)’s shoulder, their sweaty skin sticking together as his fingers dug into her hips, his cock buried deep inside her, pulsing.

“Harry-please-“ (y/n) moaned, curling her fingers in his hair and he rolled his hips, sending himself over the edge, filling her with his cum. He groaned loudly, his mouth dropping open as his hips jumped and his stomach contracted.

“fuuuck, love,” He groaned, dropping on top of her as the last of the potion ebbed away from (y/n)’s system and she shuddered, feeling that unrelenting heat finally leave.

“That’s…not fun,” (y/n) mumbled and Harry grumbled in her ear, the two twitching and way too sensitive from the multiple rounds. “let’s…let’s not ever leave your drinks alone again…”

Harry nodded in agreement against her shoulder, slowly rolling so she was no laying atop him, his arms snug around her. “should’ve started doin’ that when this shit started,” Harry mumbled and (y/n) agreed with a huff.

-

“Happened again,” (y/n) muttered to Harry two days later as he returned to the lunch table, looking at his soda that was a bit too shimmery for its own good. Harry curled his lip at it, grabbing to go dump it out. “how did they even slip it in this time? Ye were watching it tha whole time.” Harry grumbled to himself, blinking as Uma took it from his hand and took a sample of the drugged drink.

“uhh, Uma, what are ye doin’?” Harry asked with a tilt of his head and she just gave him a look, it was very obvious what she was doing but she explained anyway.

“I’m going to test this, see if I can track down whoever it is drugging you, they need to be punished for this shit,” Uma said with a frustrated huff, pocketing the sample. Harry blinked. “we…should���ve done tha’ forever ago, eh?” Harry snorted and Uma nodded, unaware of the dark stare coming from the other side of the room.

-

Nyx stormed through her room, muttering curses under her breath, throwing a tantrum as she pushed potion bottles and papers off her desk, screaming as she tore up her dorm. Once again, for the 100th time-that damned mermaid had foiled her plans-she had to be doing something-she must’ve also been potioning Harry to get him to constantly draw him to her.

“Damn her!” Nyx screamed, throwing her hands down, her magic exploding at her feet and her bed splintered at the legs, a loud thud echoing through her room. She had enough-she wasn’t going to stand this any longer. Harry Hook was his, and if this mermaid kept stealing him from her-

Then no one could have him.

-end of p8-

Immm sorry if this isn’t up to par as the other parrrtssss, ive really lost my writing mojo and im trying to get it backkk, damn c.ai its taking all my writing creativityyy

uuhh taglist i guess lol

@sephiralorange @c-rose2081 @rintheemolion @living-for-romance

@queenofnightdreamland @kezibear

[impishtubist]

Wolfstar raising Harry this and Wolfstar raising Harry that well what about Wolfstar raising Neville 👀

[taleya15]

The pirate and the street rat

With Halloween rushing in, Aurdon was buzzing with glee. Far and wide were very excited for this event. Including the “core four” and the pirate crew. Mal, Evie and Jane already had their costumes. They were going as the girl chipmunks in Alvin the chipmunks, whatever they’re called. While Jay on the other hand… completely blanked. He had no idea what he was going to be he knew it’d be simple and nothing to exciting but still. No idea, so when the day came Jay had simply shrugged and grabbed his favorite clothes from the Isle.

He was a “street thief” he had decided, the only addition to this costume was Jay adding just a tiny bit of eyeliner. He “borrowed” from Carlos who had warned Jay in advance he wasn’t going to be in there dorm room that night. So it’s not like he’d notice right? Jay goes through the day mostly uneventful, just flirting with some chicks or some dudes here and there. Well until the Halloween party that is. Somehow Mal had convinced King Ben to throw a Halloween party. Which almost all of Arodon was attending, including the pirate crew.

Now the four and the pirates got along now, hell Gil and Jay even went on a gap year together. Which may or may not have led to them hooking up once, or ten times in that year. But there’s still one person on that crew that Jay couldn’t stand. Harry hook. He just always finds something, that one thing that can make Jay go from perfectly fine to punching a wall. So when Harry makes his attendance known at the party. Jay can’t help but groan out in annoyance. Harry is dressed in a very fitting pirate costume, with some clothes he had while others he “borrowed” from his dad.

Harry walked causally to the group with a way to sharp to be plastic sword on his hip. “El’lo maties!” All members except Jay acknowledged Harry with a small hello or other greeting. While Jay walked away claiming to need a drink. No one but Harry even batted an eye at him. But Harry wasn’t like the others, he didn’t know when to quit. Or shut up, all he knew was he got whatever he wanted. And he wanted Jay, after hearing all the stories from Gil about their year together, innocent and non innocent alike Harry had a new target in mind. Jay.

He wanted him, in any way he can get him. He didn’t care if all he’d receive was an eye roll, or a shove, he wouldn’t even mind a punch to the face. As long as it came from Jay, it was pathetic he knew of course. But he’s always been like that even on the isle. He’d beg in one way or another for anyone’s attention. His mother is as good as dead, while his father pretends Harry’s dead from time to time. So Harry was left to find any attention elsewhere, first with Uma, then Gil, until finally Jay. He’s the only one who doesn’t give him any kind of attention.

Good or bad. Which Harry hates even more than a punch in the gut. So when Jay walks away from the group, Harry can’t help but follow him. He follows him all the way to the bar area. Then he strikes. “Soooo, J.J. what are ye supposed to be?” Jay instantly rolls his eyes, and takes a chug from his drink. “Don’t call me that.” Harry smirks and repeats his question. “I ask ye again, what’re ye supposed to be?” Jay responds dryly already annoyed with the conversation. “Street thief.” Harry laughs out hard instantly and has to hold on to his stomach afterwards. “Ye do have some experience in that field.”

Jay rolls his eyes again and finishes off his drink, waiting until the happy buzz finally hits him. “Oh yeah? What are you supposed to be?” Harry smiles and shrugs before answering. “A pirate.” “How original Hook.” Jay’s voice is dripping with sarcasm and annoyance. While Harry is enjoying every single second of his undivided attention. “Yes, yes. I know you’re the all powerful street rat. We know.” Harry’s teasing now voice laced in amusement. Jay attacks instantly, he’s gripping on Harry’s to lose shirt, picking him up off his feet and glaring daggers into his soul. “What did you just call me?” Harry’s brain stopped completely, at the close contact between them barely able to answer Jay afterwards.

“Street rat. You know, like what ye’r old man called Aladdin before he became king. Then of course ye old man made you a street rat.” He shouldn’t have said that. Any of it he knew he should’ve just shut up. But when the fire suddenly flashes in Jays eyes, he suddenly doesn’t care about what he shouldn’t do. One thing about Jay, he’s always been strong. He was the strongest man on the isle then he only got bigger when he could work out in Aroradon. So shoving Harry down with his bare hands? That’s child’s play to him “never. And I mean never insult me, or my father ever again Hook. Ever.”

Jay stormed out instantly needing to second to breathe and calm himself down. Harry was in a very similar position, laying on the floor just trying to catch his breath. After what felt like the wind was knocked out of him. When he regained his composure, he realized he felt weird. He glanced down, and fuck! He somehow managed to get a boner. Harry basically ran back to his room, he knew what he wanted. What he was going to do, he needed a rush. And if Harry can’t get that rush from drugs and alcohol right now, this rush is perfect for him.

Harry quickly shed his shirt and jacket off. As long as his sword, leaving his pants on. Planning to go back to the party as soon as this issue has been resolved. He simply unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down as well as his underwear. He licked at his hand slightly to get it wet and stroked his cock. His brain filled with images and videos of Jay. How he looks after tourney practice, how his breath hit his cheek just now. How easily Jay was able to pick him up like he weighed nothing.

Then finally the flame in his eyes when he was angry. That image got Harry to go faster and whimper just a little louder. Unknown to Harry, Jay himself was listening just outside his door. He was originally just going to finish the job and beat his ass. But now? He was invested in a way he hates that he is. He wanted Harry to continue for an unknown reason. As Harry gets closer and closer to his high, he grows louder with every given minute. Until finally he’s chanting “Jay” over and over again like a prayer.

Leaving Jay conflicted by his own feelings. If he hates the guy so much, why couldn’t he walk away? Later when Harry rejoins the party, Jay can’t make eye contact with the pirate. But for some reason can’t let him leave his sight either. What’s happening to him?

[humaforever]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Descendants (Disney Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Hook/Uma Characters: Harry Hook, Uma (Disney) Additional Tags: Fluff, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Implied Sexual Content, No Smut, Implied/Referenced Sex Summary:

Harry and Uma have discovered a new part of their relationship

[charlotteking23]

Jealousy

king Ben x reader

Warnings: Smut, praise, breeding kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, uses the nickname 'daddy', not edited.

requested: yes

summary: Y/N and Ben are dating and a new kid shows up and start flirting with her, and Ben not happy.

You were by your locker looking at some of the photos that were inside showing you and Ben on your first date and some other cute pics, you were in so much of a dazed you didn't realize someone was behind.

"Hey, pretty girl", Ben said behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist.

"Ben you scared me", you said startled putting a hand on top of your heart seeing how fast it's beating.

"Sorry, baby...I couldn't help it you look so cute today, he smiled admiring you outfit.

"You like it", You smiled spinning around, showing off your outfit to Ben.

"Hmm, yeah I do...Hey I see you later okay after your class", Ben said kissing your neck while his hands tighten slightly on your waist.

"Okay", You giggled before pushing Ben a little heading to your class. Ben watched your every move admiring you, as you left laying his head on the locker in a dazed.

As you walked into class, you noticed your usual partner Lonnie wasn't here in class before remembering she had to skip today's class because there was a fencing tournament.

You sat in your seat before your teacher began the announcement.

"today, we have a new student joining us today, please make him feel welcome", the teacher said before signaling the student to come out.

"hmmm...you can sit next to Y/N for today since her partner is absent..Y/N raise your hand", the teacher said to the new student.

You raise your hand before smiling kindly at the new student. "Hey I'm Y/N" you smiled before putting your hand for a handshake.

"Hey, I'm Jake, He smiled back before taking your hand in his, holding it.

As you work silently on your work, you could feel Jake watching you closely making you uncomfortable.

Finally the class had ended, you quickly packed up your stuff bolting out of class as fast as possible.

"Hey Y/N", Jake called out to you making you stop before turning to him hesitantly.

"oh umm...Hi, Jake", You said trying to keep the conversation short without being mean.

You both talked briefly more like he was flirting with you but couldn't take the hint you were not interested.

"What's you next class", Jake said interrupting you from your thoughts.

"Oh, umm calculus", you fake smiled at him.

"hmm same..I guess fate wants us to be together", Jake said kissing your hand.

You pulled your hand out of his grip before wiping your hand on your back disgusted by his actions.

Before you could speak you felt someone presence behind, before you could turn around you heard a familiar dark voice.

"She's not interested", Ben coldly said from behind you before pulling you behind him standing in front of Jake.

"Who are you and why do you care"?, Jake angrily said, not realizing the trouble he's in.

"I am king Benjamin Beast of Auradon and she is my girlfriend your future queen, so get away from her", Ben coldly said before pushing Jake away from us.

"I-I.." that's all Jake could say before running away scared.

Ben watched him run away before turning around to you, "Hmm..pretty girl I think you need to be taught a lesson", he whispered in your ear, kissing the shell before carrying you bridal style away to his room.

Ben laid you down on the bed before hovering on top of you kissing your neck.

His hand reached out to your legs rubbing them, spreading them apart. You felt his hands slightly rubbed against your cloths clit.

"You're like it", he whispered in your ear, leaning close enough into your ear until nothing but a breeze could separate his lips from your skin.

you could only moan in enjoyment as your head fogs at the sudden movement, knees landing roughly on the bed with a pained gasp as you stare into the wall, your back arched in a very, suggestive way towards the man.

"Your so wet pretty girl hmm" he chuckles.

his rough fingertips came in contact with the crotch of your elastic pants, rubbing across your slit through the fabric, rough enough for your growing wetness to seep towards the exterior.

“fuck— pretty girl” he is very much enjoying this, palming his already hard cock through the loose fabric of his own pants. “gonna take care of you, princess, fuck you nice and good til’ that pretty head of yours goes dumb”.

A moan escapes you lips, suddently losing balance until your cheek is pressed against the bed. a lewd sight of your willing body all pliant for him.

“Call me Daddy” he huffs, leaving a single sharp slap on your ass before shredding the cloth down along your drenched panties, enough for his thighs to come between yours and stretch them, leaving your pussy to his lustful gaze, “remember the name you’ll be screaming tonight”

Ben's words are remarked with a couple soft slaps on your throbbing clit with the tip of his cock, making your thighs twitch and whimpers escape at the sensation.

he’s big. incredibly big and stretching you so well your breath comes out unsteady and erratic, nails digging against his back to conceal the pleasure you’re currently feeling, something no one has ever made you feel before.

“Daddy...” you whine pitifully loving how the name felt on you lips.

“that’s right” he grunts, slowly but steadily feeding your cunt the rest of his fat cock, his own breathing coming in stuttered huffs with how tight you felt, “you’re squeezing me so fuckin’ much, you just needed a fat cock to satisfy you, isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

“ha— ngh!” you sob, toes curling in your shoes when his heavy balls kiss your clit, and then he’s fucking you with abandon, holding onto one of your shoulders to pull your upper body up, forcing you to meet his thrusts that almost knock the air out of your lungs.

“good fuckin’ girl” Ben laugh resonates through the empty room, mingling alongside the wet sound your slapping flesh, it’s dark and dangerous, but still makes your cunt flutter, “do you like how I ruin your pussy?”

for a second, your eyes cross, brain shuts and opts not to reply, due to Ben's cock continuously slamming against your sweet spot, forcing waves of slick to drool out of your slit and stain your thighs and bed, mixed with the creamy precum coating your sensitive walls.

“answer me, pretty girl” a rough hand comes to cup your jaw, forcing your head up until his lips ghost over the skin of your cheek, hips rutting into your slit and forcing his length a bit deeper into your abused pussy.

"y-yes!, feels so good daddy" you stutter, eyes rolled back and hair clinging to every corner of your forehead, aware of the movement of your own hips in an attempt to fuck yourself back on him.

“good girl” Ben leaves a single chaste kiss on your cheek, taking his previous position, although this time he forces your waist to arch deeper, almost mounting you before resuming his thrusts, “gonna breed you pretty girl, put a baby in you, you want that".

you whimper his name in approval, completely gone while letting him use you, positively drooling onto the bed and making a mess like he’s doing with your cunt.

with a choked out sob, you cream all over his length, shaking and crying while clinging to the bed sheets, yet he didn’t stop, fucking the white ring of cum back into your drenched pussy.

he leaves a sharp slap on your overflowing pussy, loud and wet enough for your mixed fluids to splatter, and then he’s quick on his feet, untangling your hands from his while chuckling at the yelp and beautiful sight of his cum oozing from your hole.

"that feel good pretty girl", Ben said before taking his thumb wiping the drool from you mouth.

You only nodded to fucked out to answer, you felt Ben get up before he wiped you with a towel.

"Let's get you in the bath", Ben said carrying you bridal style to his bathroom, drawing you a warm bath.

"Thank you", but your voice was all hoarse from the screaming.

He carried you before dressing you in his shirt, before bringing you to his mirror gently rubbing you stomach, "I can't wait to see your stomach swollen with our baby".

He whispered in your ear, kissing the space behind your ear trailing down to you neck wrapping one of his hands around your waist and the other on your stomach.

He carried you to his bed again dropping you gently on it before pulling back the covers for you to get in. You felt his hands rub against your stomach luring you into a peaceful slumber.

[arewordsenough]

Rated Explicit - One Shot (2.6k) - M/M - Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: Chad's sneaking around gives him the chance to play with all kinds of swords.

Based on a prompt from one of my readers.

Featured groups & pairings: Chad Charming/Harry Hook/Gil

Key Tags: Threesome, Cum as Lube, Ass to Mouth

[cheriladycl01]

Kinktober 25/10/2024 Charles Leclerc - Double Penetration

Plot: Charles loved back shots but when he finds your dildo he can’t help but want to see how you cope.

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, fingering, p in v, dildo use, anal etc 18+ Minors DNI

You and Charles were insatiable. Your relationship had been built up around your guys sex life. You guys hooked up one night in a club after he won and race in Italy and you were out clubbing with all your uni friends the same night the race concluded.

You both agreed that the night was like no other and kept coming back to each out. Just causal sex, nothing more nothing less.

But the more you saw one another and had that intimacy the more you guys became like a couple.

You went from leaving pretty much straight after you both reach your high, to cuddling with him and falling alseep together.

You went from keeping it private and low-key at his home, to walking around the streets on dates even though for the longest time you both refused to acknowledge them as dates.

And you both were too stubborn to admit that 5 months in and you were definitely not casual anymore.

As your relationship progressed and you guys fell more in love with each other the sex just got better. There was something quite tame and almost vanilla about hooking up with Charles however, with the stability and confidence of a relationship with you backing him he started to get more experimental with things he did.

The latest was anal, something you’d never done before and arguably something Charles had never done before either. But he loved back shots, even before he’d tried your back doors he loved having you in your hands and knees in doggy style and just being able to push and pull you into the desired position. So once he’d pushed his dick in your ass there was a whole new obsession that had started.

However today, you were in a university class having spent the whole day in Italy where you attended at Sanremo University which was only an hour drive from Monaco.

While you were in your classes learning about anatomy Charles was having a spring clean of your shared apartment. It was normally you that did the big cleans as you just seemed to have more time than him naturally.

He was sat on the floor, an old pair of custom sunglasses with his name and the Ferrari logo on, his Alfa Romeo hat on his head and a feather boa of yours from the night he met you at the club, his old Harry Potter cloak as he was looking through stuff under the bed and in the bedside cabinet.

He hadn’t meant to get distracted with all the random junk but he had which led him on to find your box. It was a box he didn’t even know you had but he could tell it was yours from your name and the do not open on top of it.

“Do not open?” He muttered to himself with a smirk.

And with all due respect he only thought he’d find really bad old school pictures of you, not the brightest largest sparkly red dildo he had ever put his eyes on.

He waited for you to come home, excitement bubbling in his chest the whole time. He couldn’t even stay in the bedroom, he was pacing round the house on the balls of his feet.

The minute he heard your keys in the door he was running over to it quicker than him in the car.

“Hey princess” he grins and immediately you look up at him in shock. Usually he’d be on the sofa or in the kitchen pottering about as you came home but he was right on the door this time!

“Erm hi baby?” You chuckle putting your keys on the side and leaving your bag of school bits by the door.

“Come with me” he says grabbing your hand and you follow him, he takes you into the bedroom where you see the absolute state of it and everything from under the bed now on the floor unboxed.

“What on .. Charles I thought you said you were cleaning, not messing the house up more” you groan looking at the clothes all on the floor in the corner and the random keyboard Charles had got for Christmas and the old tea towels from your mum that had never been put to use.

“Mmmm well mon ange I started to clean and then I got distracted by this” he says holding up your dildo that you haven’t used in god knows how long. It’s been tucked away in your ‘first year uni’ box when you were living in student accommodation.

“I- I haven’t seen that in so long” you say taking it in your own hand in shock.

“Mmmm and we’re using it right now, get on the bed mon petite dame” he says, and when you don’t make any moves he lifts you up himself spinning you round and pushing you to the bed.

“Need to get you all wet if you gonna take both” he groans as he pulls your jeans off and then your panties with it. He didn’t take note that they were his favourite lace ones, he just chucked them in one of the various piles of things that have built up in the room.

“Both?” You question unsure of what he means. He traces a fingers along your folds before lightly rubbing your clit.

“Mmmm that” he points to the dildo in your hand “will go in this hole” he says pushing a finger in.

“And then I’ll stuff myself into my favourite hole” he grins lightly pinching the flesh or your ass.

“Oh fuck” you moan at his words and how he’s putting pressure on you clit while two of his fingers move in and out. The minute he can hear the squelching he’s knows there’s enough natural lubrication for him.

“On your knees for me baby, ass up” he says and this time you don’t need him to do it for you as your taking the command in your stride and obeying immediately.

You hold yourself up on your elbows while Charles positions himself behind you. He slips into your vagina with ease, making sure to thrust in and out at an agonisingly slow pace. He always found it better and easier for him to lube himself up with your juices first from the front before he delved into the back.

He held you by your hips, rubbing up and down whispering sweet words about how good your going to feel for him. When he feels like your getting too close and he’s teases you enough. He grabs the flexible dildo, one hand coming round.

He pulls himself out before switching round and pushing the dildo into you. A moan and the cold sensation compared to him warm dick has your moaning into the pillow that’s infront of you.

“C-Charlie fuck” you moan, your hips stuttering forward as he makes the dildo touch the furthest point in your walls and bottoming out.

“You gonna be a good girl and hold it there for me while I get all snug in this tight hole?” He asks, with a small smack to your left cheek making you lurch forward and quickly grab the end of the dildo keeping it in place despite your hole clenching around it.

He spreads your cheeks apart, before slipping in. You’d done this so many times now that it didn’t effect you as much as the first few times did, but it still felt a little uncomfortable and painful for the first few seconds that he pushed himself in.

A little whimpers comes from your mouth, the feeling of being so full as Charles pushes himself all the way in.

“You’re so beautiful. Holy shit. You are everything” he moans into you. One of his hands comes down on the bed grabbing your hand and holding himself up while the other reaches round your body to take over holding the dildo.

And god, you were ever so thankful your boyfriend had the intense brain of an F1 driver in these moments. Being able to push and pull the dildo in and out of one place while thrusting in and out of another.

Your eyes blaze wide at the feeling and your mouth drops open. You feel like you could throw up the feeling is so good, so good that you start rocking back to meet his thrusts.

It’s also over whelming, one hand is gripping the sheets while the other is squeezing your interlocked fingers with Charles.

“Fuck fuck fuck I - what I” you can hardly speak as Charles builds up his momentum making sure your never without some kind of stimulation.

“I-I’m gonna I f-fu-fuck oh my god oh my fuckinh god charlieeeeeee” you cry out with pants as your clench around him and the dildo, a blinding white covering your eyes as your orgasm washes over you. Your soaking the bed with how your squirting and an impressive amount that has Charles shortly following you in suit his hips stuttering as he cums inside you.

“Oh fuck, baby I” he tries to breath but your just as bad, panting shaking and your arms swiftly give out as you faceplant the bed with a soft whimper and groan.

Charles slips out and pulls the dildo out making you gasp at how empty you now feel.

“I” you start but Charles shushes you with a kiss.

“I love you. You did do well for me”

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[luna-the-pigeon]

I'm running out of stuff to call these things-

Uhm- I just got my first monetary payment to write one of these? It was only a dollar but omfg I'm so happy- guys if you want me to write gimme money /j

Plot: Afab y/n is really into voyeurism. Turns out, so is Harry Hook. And so is their friend, Ben Florian.

"Are you two sure about this..?" Ben Florian would ask you, and your partner, Harry Hook, as he stood in the bedroom you two shared. About a week ago, you had confessed to Harry a secret of yours: you wanted to see him get fucked. To your surprise, he told you a secret as well: he wanted you to watch him get fucked.

Immediately, you two both thought of one person: Ben Florian. He would absolutely be into this, right? Well, he was. And he was now in your bedroom, shirtless, waiting for Harry to join him on the bed.

"Y-Yeah, we're sure..right, Y/n?" Harry asked you, and you nodded eagerly. You couldn't wait to watch this happen. You slowly sat down on the floor and scooted closer to the bed, as Harry shyly moved to sit by Ben. He removed his shirt as well, and then his pants, and then let Ben slowly position him on his stomach, ass high in the air. He had a tent at just the anticipation.

"You need prep.." Ben would murmur as he tugged off Harry's boxers, grabbing the lube off of the top of the nightstand. Slowly, he would cover two of his fingers in the clear liquid, before starting to prep Harry, eliciting a soft moan from your boyfriend. "Jeez, I've hardly done anything.."

"Sh-Shut up, you pompous ass.." Harry muttered, pushing back against Ben's fingers while burying his head in a pillow.

"Tsk, insulting me while you're being such an slut.." Ben's hand would suddenly come down onto your boyfriend's ass, causing him to gasp and bite down on the pillow, a shiver traveling through his body. Ben would chuckle. "You like that, don't you? I felt you clench around my fingers. Slut." His hand would come down on Harry's ass once more, a soft whimper escaping your boyfriend's lips as his eyes rolled back into his head a bit. He looked hotter than you could even begin to describe.

Your partner was absolutely enjoying this, pushing back against his fingers even more and moaning quietly as he slipped another finger in, slowly stretching him out, preparing him to get pounded into the mattress. Harry whined when Ben finally pulled his fingers out, leaving him feeling empty.

"Oh, quiet, slut.." Ben rolled his eyes before slamming into your partner, making him cry out. Ben granted him mercy, pausing to let him get used to his size.

Your partner was gripping onto the sheets for dear life, his nails digging into them as he whimpered and moaned into the pillow, his eyes rolling back in estascy as Ben slammed into him over and over, hitting all the right places and filling him up perfectly. Ben had his hands on Harry's ass, gripping hard enough to leave handprints as he leaned forward, whispering degradation into your partner's ear, which only made him moan louder. You yourself were squirming on the floor, scooting closer to Ben and Harry.

"Y-Y/n..bed. now." Your partner would growl at you, his eyes filed with lust, barely holding back his moans. You hesitantly obeyed, and Harry replaced his pillow with you, shoving his face between your legs and eating you out, making you cry out his name. Ben decided that right then would be the best time to slam into your partner harshly, causing him to moan against your clit, sending shivers throughout your body.

It. Was. Heaven. Your partner's eyes rolled back in their head as the continued to eat you out, barely holding himself back from screaming as Ben slammed into him over and over again, leaving bright red handprints all over his ass as he spanked him again and again, grunting each time Harry clenched around his cock. You yourself were moaning out Harry's name, hands tangled in his hair as you guided his mouth exactly to where you needed it.

Harry ended up finishing first, the pleasure surrounding him overwhelming as he made a mess on the bedsheets, almost screaming in estascy. You were next, the combination of your partner's tongue in you and the vibrations of his voice making you cry out his name, you thighs clenching around his head as he helped you ride out your orgasm. Finally, it was Ben, who was now slamming even harder into Harry, keeping him pinned to the mattress as he finally finished inside him, filling him completely. He would slowly pull out, his cum dripping down Harry's thigh.

"..we should...we should do this again..sometime.."

"...Maybe in about 5 minutes..?~"