Fantastic Boyfriends And How To Find Them Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Bukkake, Facefucking, Teasing.

Harry slowly turned around, his eyes widening as he took in the visage of the girl standing behind him, his heart hammering in his chest. “You’re uh… you’re…” Harry paused, his throat suddenly as dry as the Sahara.

Daphne had pulled away, standing in front of him without a stitch of clothing covering her body. Well, that wasn’t entirely accurate. She still wore her heels and her cute white stockings topped with pink bows, now wet and translucent. Her courage deserted her the moment she needed it the most and she stood there silently with her hands awkwardly clamped to her body, causing her heavy, tear-drop-shaped breasts to pop out even more. The creamy mounds were topped with large pink areolas, each capped with a stiff rosy peak, the hardened nubs betraying her arousal.

“Daphne…” Harry whispered, breathing heavily. His eyes roved from her long, golden tresses, beautiful even when they were completely soaked, to her round pink cheeks, down to her large breasts, taking in the inches of unblemished alabaster skin. He didn’t say anything else. Perhaps he couldn’t say anything else.

In desperation, Daphne did the only thing she could think of. She kissed him. She closed the distance between them and shyly pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. She stayed that way, letting Harry choose between pushing her away or taking the lead, fervently praying that he’d choose the latter.

Her prayers were answered seconds later when Harry growled and cupped her cheeks, swiping his tongue against her pink lips and begging for entry. She complied without hesitation, moaning softly as their tongues dueled, the man plundering and claiming what he’d been pining after for so long.

She pulled away after a minute, gasping for breath and with a huge, giddy smile on her face. Sometimes, she reminded herself, one simply had to get naked and snog the living daylights out of their slightly dense Gryffindor crush.

Harry’s hand grasped her shoulders and gently pushed her down to her knees. Now, one didn’t have to be a sex goddess to know that was the universal sign that a man wanted his dick in your mouth and he wanted it there post-haste. So Daphne deftly undid the button of his pants and pulled them down his legs, before hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down as well, letting them both pool around his ankles. She watched as he stepped out of them and kicked them away, leaning against the counter and calmly waiting for her to take the lead.

It took her a minute to truly comprehend the size of the semi-erect cock that sprung free. For a few seconds, she simply stared at his throbbing manhood, taking in the veins crisscrossing its length and terminating at his tip, already glistening with the precum coating it.

“I… Uhm… I held back for another reason. There’s this problem, you see,” Harry stammered, uncharacteristically shy for once.

Daphne tilted her head up to look at her crush, her stormy gray eyes sparkling playfully. “You know, Potter, huge dicks are usually considered a good thing,” she teased with a grin.

“Usually?”

“Well, even the mightiest of instruments are wasted when unimaginative bores wield them.” Daphne wrapped her hands around his shaft, her slender fingers barely managing to envelop his massive girth. She slowly began to pump, coaxing the cock to grow to its full size. “Are you an unimaginative bore, Potter?”

“Why are you calling me Potter?”

“What would you prefer I call you?” Daphne asked, biting her lower lip and blinking innocently at him. “Harry? Sir?” She grinned when his cock twitched. “You’re not an unimaginative bore, are you, sir?” She asked, kissing along his length, leaving pink lip prints on his skin in her wake. “Oh no, this frustrated blonde has heard all sorts of stories…”

“Daphne…” Harry groaned, gritting his teeth, trying admirably not to give in to the sinful temptation kneeling in front of him.

“So, what’s the problem?” Daphne asked, keeping her eyes locked with his as she poked her tongue out, swirling it around his tip to lap up the salty precum flooding out of it.

“I was… I was at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes a few days before we were due to leave for our trip…” Harry whispered, grabbing the kitchen countertop, his knuckles white. “I was seeing one of Fleur’s cousins who was in town at the time. That woman was… she was bloody insatiable. I mentioned my problem to George and he… uhm, George said he had a potion for me to try. I drank it,” Harry admitted.

Daphne paused in her worship of his cock, looking up at her lover incredulously. “Weasley handed you a potion without telling you what it was and you quaffed it?”

“In his defense, he started to tell me what it was after handing it to me, I was just distracted by the miniature firebolts they now have for sale and drank it without listening. Plus, he said it would solve my problem,” Harry replied sheepishly.

Daphne groaned and reached out around him, playfully smacking his ass.

“Hey!”

“That’s for drinking something George Weasley hands you without making sure you know exactly what it is! I swear, I should be the one doing the spanking around here,” Daphne groused, pouting at Harry. “So we can’t fuck because… what? You turn into a pigeon when you cum?”

“What? No!” Harry frowned. “He named the potion, ‘The Three Cum Dump’. It’s designed for couples who enjoy uh… longer sessions. Whenever I get an erection it doesn’t go away until I cum three times. And I cum, Daphne. I cum a lot.”

Daphne couldn’t help it. She giggled, the giggle turning into full-blown laughter that had her leaning against his legs for support, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Hey! The potion was supposed to last a fortnight but George messed up and it didn’t wear off,” Harry said, sounding aggrieved. “He finally came up with an antidote but it was a bitch to make so I was waiting until we got back to take it. To make sure it didn’t get misplaced or damaged along the way.”

Daphne pulled away, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “Sir… Harry… that’s not a bad thing. At least, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. You can fuck me three times every night,” she teased, an impish grin on her face. “And you can cum in me, on me, and around me as much as you want,” she added, gently blowing on his sensitive tip. He shivered, his quiet moan turning into a not-so-quiet groan as she wrapped her lips around his cock and slowly started to go down on him, swallowing as much of his length as she could.

With that, the dam finally broke. Harry buried his hands in her hair, his nails gently scraping against her scalp as he threaded his fingers through her golden locks. He gently coaxed her to swallow inch after inch, pausing only when his tip hit the back of her throat, the inexperienced girl gagging and drooling around his length.

Harry slowly pulled her free, his eyes fixed on the gentle quiver of her heavy breasts as she panted. “How do you want me to take you, love?” Harry asked, gently caressing her pink cheek with his finger.

“This isn’t how you fucked your Veela paramour when you were with her, did you, sir? Take me like one of your French girls, Harry,” Daphne whispered, a determined expression on her face.

“You sure, princess?”

“What, can’t handle a repeat performance, Potter? Don’t tell me you’re chickening out,” Daphne shot back.

Harry knew she was goading him, but a part of him couldn’t help but take the bait. “There are far better things you can do with your mouth than talk shit, Greengrass,” Harry growled, pushing her back down on his cock. This time he mercilessly pushed his length down her throat, using his hold on her hair to push her down until her face was buried in his crotch.

Daphne closed her eyes, her mind blissfully drifting off to its happy place even as she choked and drooled, her glistening pink lips stretched around the massive girth. Thick trails of saliva leaked out of the corners of her lips and trickled down to her chin, finally splashing against her heaving breasts.

Harry began to time the thrusting of his hips in time with the bobbing of her head, pushing in her just as he pulled her head down towards his crotch. Daphne was helpless against the assault, simply grabbing his thighs for support as her lover fucked her face. She was a mess, her skin glistening with drool and the tears streaming down her cheeks. Her mascara, which had held up so admirably in the rain, finally started to wash away with her tears, leaving thick black trails down her cheeks that contrasted perfectly with her pale skin.

Harry plunged into her throat, groaning quietly as her moans caused her walls to flutter around his length, clamping down on it in a futile effort to trap it in place.

“Look at me, Fi,” Harry ordered, gently caressing her hair even as he kept up his ruthless thrusting.

Daphne shivered at the nickname. It was special, unique, and utterly adorable. Her gray eyes slowly traveled up to look at him, drawing strength from the proud expression on his face.

She was his princess. She was his Fi. And she’d be damned if she couldn’t learn to be his messy cumslut.

Despite her lungs burning for lack of air, she focused on the shaft plunging into her mouth even as her eyes stayed locked with his, unwavering. She tilted her neck as much as she could, giving him a clear view of her ruined face and letting him see exactly what he was doing to his pretty little princess.

After weeks in the forests of Germany with no sex and no wanking, Harry was already on a hair trigger. Her innocent expression, which contrasted perfectly with her drool, tear, and mascara-stained face and pink lips glistening with precum and wrapped obscenely around his cock was the final straw for the frustrated man.

Harry exploded in her mouth with a loud groan, instinctively pushing her down until her nose was buried in his crotch, shooting ropes of cum down her throat. He pulled her away when she choked, but he was nowhere close to finishing. He leaned against the countertop, his hand grabbing the base of his shaft to guide his tip to her face.

Daphne instinctively closed her eyes as the first rope of thick, warm seed splashed against her nose. She grinned, sticking out her tongue and angling her face to ensure his cum ended up in her mouth or on her face. The girl swallowed valiantly, but it was far too much for her, with her mouth filled to the brim and cum leaking out from her parted lips, running down to her chin and splattering against her breasts and thighs. Her face was coated with the sticky white liquid and Harry shifted focus to her hair, drenching it with his cum even as he grabbed her shoulder, pushing her down on the carpet on her back.

He circled around the tired girl, letting loose first on her breasts and finally her belly, painting her with his seed like he was Da Vinci and she, his Mona Lisa. Her entire body from head to waist was covered with dollops and ropes of his cum while Daphne lay unmoving, happy to be his muse and enjoying the attention (and cum) he lavished on her.

Spent, Harry collapsed by his feet, breathing heavily. His cock was still rock-hard, throbbing as it recovered from his orgasm. “I’ll uhm… get you a bowl or something to spit in,” Harry murmured, more aroused than he had ever been in his entire life.

“Good girls swallow,” Daphne said thickly, savoring the taste of the warm, salty cum in her mouth before slowly swallowing.

“Are you a good girl, Daphne Greengrass?”

“Only for you,” Daphne whispered. The two lapsed into silence, simply enjoying each other's company.

“What’s on your mind?” Daphne asked quietly after a minute, suddenly worried he was regretting sleeping with her. Post-nut clarity was a bitch, or so Tracey said. Did he think they weren’t compatible with each other now that he was no longer consumed by lust?

“I’m wondering why I waited so bloody long to get with you. I’ve had a crush on you for months now,” Harry whispered, gently pushing her legs apart. He trailed a finger up her leg, slowly traveling closer and closer to her glistening slit.

Daphne laughed, shaking her head at the admission. “I’ve had a crush on you since our bloody fifth year, Potter. You were just too hung up on Cho Chang to notice,” Daphne growled. “And after that… well, I guess it’s my fault for falling for an oblivious Gryffindor who didn’t pick up on romantic signals even when they hit him in the face.”

“What’d you mean?”

Daphne snorted. “You really think it was an accident that my breasts brushed against your arms and face so many times while you were teaching me how to duel, Harry?” Daphne spread her legs, inviting his fingers (or something bigger) to claim her wet, needy pussy.

“I honestly thought you were clumsy.” Harry chuckled, slowly climbing to his feet. “Come on. I’ll get you cleaned up and tucked in bed,” he offered, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. He glanced at his throbbing manhood, reminding himself that her comfort was far more important than his needs, and that he could easily wank a couple of times in the shower before bed, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do.

Daphne sighed. Oblivious as ever. She raised her arms blindly in his direction, silently asking him to help her up. “Sir?”

“Yes, Fi?”

“Disrespect me some more.”

Notes:

Not the ending. Since so many of you enjoyed Bukkake the last time I wrote it and a Patron on Discord said they'd like reading more facefucking, I thought I'd spend some time and concentrate on it instead of just breezing past it for the final act. I'm pretty pleased with how this chapter turned out. So Acts 2 and 3, that is, the explosive finale, will be a separate chapter of their own and will be released next Wednesdayish!