Smutathon Entry 6: Birthday Wishes (Cho/Bill/Fleur)
Title: Birthday Wishes
Pairings: Cho/Fleur/Bill
A/N: Femmeslash, Voyerism - a grown man’s fantasy.
Smut:
‘Come home.’
That was all the note said.
“We’re up ‘ere,” he heard her call.
We, he thought, and his heart started to thump. Striding to the bedroom door, he faltered at the threshold and caught his breath.
On the bed was a young woman with short dark hair and slanting dark eyes. Wearing nothing but red stilettos, she was allowing Fleur to caress her with soft feather strokes. Her nipples were erect, her mouth pouting open as Fleur gently lowered her mouth to her belly and began to travel downwards.
“Zis is Cho. I met ‘er at ‘Ogwarts. Is she not pretty?” Fleur whispered to Bill, turning her face towards him as she slipped one finger inside the writhing girl.
He nodded dumbly, too stunned to move. All he could hear were Cho’s soft moans and gentle urgings as Fleur parted the black pubic hair with her fingers and slowly flicked her tongue, cat-like, in and out, up and down, swirling until unable to bear more teasing, Cho gripped Fleur with her thighs, pinning her in place. She came suddenly, laughing with the joy of it, and then smiled lazily at Fleur.
“Your turn?” she asked.
“Non,” Fleur replied, and moving away, she gestured to Bill.
He sat on the edge of the bed, wondering just what Fleur had in mind. Wearing a pale-blue camisole top and French knickers, her hair was flowing down her back, wild and untamed. Bill started to kiss her neck then his hands slid down the silk camisole to cup her breasts.
“Your turn,” she whispered, her expert fingers removing his robes, as she knelt in front of him.
Bill groaned as her hand grasped his cock, and then she took him in her mouth, sucking hard, sliding her teeth over the head and nearly sending him beyond comprehension. “Not yet,” he murmured whilst he still had some sense. “Enjoy yourself. I want to watch.”
Smiling, Fleur stripped off her clothes, and pulled Cho towards her. Cho coiled one leg around Fleur’s waist, and pressed close. They began to move in perfect time, matching each other’s rhythm.
He watched enthralled at the exquisite beauty of the act as Fleur sped fast and furious towards orgasm. She was moaning, now, her pupils dilated, and half-turned her head, a plea for him in her eyes. As Cho moved downwards using her tongue to tease, Bill slid in behind Fleur, thrusting hard to keep up with her desperate need. Her muscles gripped his cock as she came, and thus transported, she rolled away from them both, lying on the bed, utterly spent. She touched Cho softly on her cheek.
The permission implicit, Cho pushed Bill back onto the bed, and with a firm hand guided him inside her. He gasped as she worked herself up and down, stopping at the tip, then plunging him in deep, a lascivious smile on her face as she tipped him right over the edge.
“Fuck it!” he yelled, as he shot into her.
“’Appy Birthday,” Fleur murmured dreamily and started to kiss him.
Pairings: Cho/Fleur/Bill
A/N: Femmeslash, Voyerism - a grown man’s fantasy.
Smut:
‘Come home.’
That was all the note said.
“We’re up ‘ere,” he heard her call.
We, he thought, and his heart started to thump. Striding to the bedroom door, he faltered at the threshold and caught his breath.
On the bed was a young woman with short dark hair and slanting dark eyes. Wearing nothing but red stilettos, she was allowing Fleur to caress her with soft feather strokes. Her nipples were erect, her mouth pouting open as Fleur gently lowered her mouth to her belly and began to travel downwards.
“Zis is Cho. I met ‘er at ‘Ogwarts. Is she not pretty?” Fleur whispered to Bill, turning her face towards him as she slipped one finger inside the writhing girl.
He nodded dumbly, too stunned to move. All he could hear were Cho’s soft moans and gentle urgings as Fleur parted the black pubic hair with her fingers and slowly flicked her tongue, cat-like, in and out, up and down, swirling until unable to bear more teasing, Cho gripped Fleur with her thighs, pinning her in place. She came suddenly, laughing with the joy of it, and then smiled lazily at Fleur.
“Your turn?” she asked.
“Non,” Fleur replied, and moving away, she gestured to Bill.
He sat on the edge of the bed, wondering just what Fleur had in mind. Wearing a pale-blue camisole top and French knickers, her hair was flowing down her back, wild and untamed. Bill started to kiss her neck then his hands slid down the silk camisole to cup her breasts.
“Your turn,” she whispered, her expert fingers removing his robes, as she knelt in front of him.
Bill groaned as her hand grasped his cock, and then she took him in her mouth, sucking hard, sliding her teeth over the head and nearly sending him beyond comprehension. “Not yet,” he murmured whilst he still had some sense. “Enjoy yourself. I want to watch.”
Smiling, Fleur stripped off her clothes, and pulled Cho towards her. Cho coiled one leg around Fleur’s waist, and pressed close. They began to move in perfect time, matching each other’s rhythm.
He watched enthralled at the exquisite beauty of the act as Fleur sped fast and furious towards orgasm. She was moaning, now, her pupils dilated, and half-turned her head, a plea for him in her eyes. As Cho moved downwards using her tongue to tease, Bill slid in behind Fleur, thrusting hard to keep up with her desperate need. Her muscles gripped his cock as she came, and thus transported, she rolled away from them both, lying on the bed, utterly spent. She touched Cho softly on her cheek.
The permission implicit, Cho pushed Bill back onto the bed, and with a firm hand guided him inside her. He gasped as she worked herself up and down, stopping at the tip, then plunging him in deep, a lascivious smile on her face as she tipped him right over the edge.
“Fuck it!” he yelled, as he shot into her.
“’Appy Birthday,” Fleur murmured dreamily and started to kiss him.