37 Results with the "Sex" genre
Definition: Narratives with significant sexual content, balancing between explicitness and subtlety. They explore sexual themes in a detailed but discreet manner, broader than just the act itself.
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Hermione’s First Leak
Author’s Note: All characters in this story have been aged up to 18 and above. This work contains mature content intended for adult readers only. The weight room smelled like metal, sweat, and testosterone. Harry stood at the edge of the bench, eyeing the bar like it might bite. Ron clapped his hands once. “Alright, Potter. Shirt off. Let’s see what we’re working with.” Harry hesitated. “Is that really…” Ron snorted. “Do I look like I’m joking? You’re about to lift in…-
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Chapter 3: A Veela’s Hunger
The morning sunlight bathed the cozy kitchen of Shell Cottage in a warm glow. Fleur Delacour Weasley moved gracefully between the stove and the small wooden table. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the rich aroma of sizzling eggs and buttered toast. She hummed softly under her breath, her movements fluid and elegant even in the simplicity of her routine.Bill sat at the table, his face partially obscured by the Daily Prophet. His hair, once wild and rakish, was now neatly tied back, with faint…-
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The stairs in the Gryffindor tower creaked faintly under Harry’s weight as he made his way down, lost in thought. That was, until he saw her.. Romilda Vane, bouncing down the steps ahead of him like she didn’t have a care in the world. Or like she knew he was watching. And yeah, he was watching. Romilda’s yoga pants were doing the absolute most, clinging to her in a way that seemed almost magical though Harry doubted Professor Flitwick would approve of such spellwork. Her hips had this hypnotic…-
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Liquid Luck (Harry/Fleur)
"Harry! I hope I am not interrupting." Fleur Delacour, or Fleur Weasley as she was technically called these days, was standing on the front step of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, holding a leather folio in one hand and looking like she'd just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Which was unfair, really, because it was half seven on a Thursday evening and Harry was wearing joggers with a hole in the knee and had pasta sauce on his shirt. "Not at all," he said, stepping aside to let her in. "Bill…-
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The Champion’s Bet
Author’s Note: All characters in this story have been aged up to 18 and above. This work contains mature content intended for adult readers only. Harry Potter didn’t ask for this. He didn’t even want to be in the bloody tournament. The parchment with his name still sat on Dumbledore’s desk, blackened at the edges like it had been cursed. Which, honestly, it probably had. His name wasn’t supposed to come out of the Goblet of Fire. He wasn’t supposed to be competing. He was supposed…-
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