Happy belated birthday, early Christmas present my beloved, amazing, smut soul sister @sitp-recs. A toast to the soul I will dance the night away flinging our panties into the night! You truly inspire me, my amazing muse! May you receive all the kisses and love and smut you so truly deserve!
For those who are new, the obsession Liv and I have with the following troupes: semi-public smut, motorcycle smut, banter smut, hair pulling smut, lip biting smut…IFYKYK ;)
The dust hasn’t even settled, but there was a lull in between the action. Their fellow aurors were distracted enough after the arrests that Harry had the time to grab Draco and hide away in the darkness of the piss small alley where he had parked his bike several hours earlier. The stench didn’t last long, his senses overwhelmed by the rich musk of his partner, Draco blocking out everything but the heat between them. There was frenzied pushing and pulling, scratches that turned into bites and scrapes of teeth against skin. Even the cool muggy air of muggle London couldn’t make his skin shiver the way Draco’s fingers did. Harry’s ass slid up against the leather seat of his bike and he could feel the metal creak and moan. He muttered a stabilizing spell and vanished their robes in a single hurried breath
“Show off” Draco mutters as he hikes up Harry’s leg, pressing their heat together.
Harry grins, hissing as a stinging pull yanks his head back, his hair knotted in between vice like fingers. “Bet you can’t make me moan your name Ferret Face.”
Steel eyes narrow as Harry watches swollen lips hide behind sharp teeth, “That’s because I’ll have you screaming it, Potty.”
a/n: this is for my bitch @raibebe because we keep making stupid bets. hope you like this filth!!!!its my first poly nomin fic and i am nervous because i absolutely suck at threesomes. omg this is so filthy, need to take a dip in holy water. please leave feedback <3
The tunes of the electric guitar blared through the speakers in the center.
You stood at the front of the enlivened crowd cheering for the band up on stage. The two lead singers, having your mesmerised gaze on them. You watched the veins pop out in their neck as they gave their all in singing. The ridges on Jeno’s arm standing out as he gripped his guitar tightly, the way Jaemin’s hand was enclosed tightly around the microphone, and their ethereal faces glossed with sweat as it trickled down their temples. Fuck.
This all made them even hotter than they already were. A lot of bras were being thrown at them and you couldn’t help but feel a bubble of laughter forming in your throat at those poor girls screaming for Jeno and Jaemin to screw them.
