Fic Request Fulfilled for chanond
Title: Fantasy
Author: rarity
Beta: the amazing jandjsalmon
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2600-ish
Summary: Harry asks Ginny what her fantasy is while at a holiday party at a porn studio.
Warnings: language and smut
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I’m just playing.
Author's Notes: Thank you to my lovely, fabulous, patient and beautiful beta for all her support and patience. To the requester, I tried! I do hope you enjoy this! Happy holidays!
Ginny walked over to the table with the refreshments laughing loudly. “Really, Francis!” The man with whom she had just been speaking to her grinned and walked away to find another audience for his ridiculous idea.
“God, if that’s not the worst idea for a movie I’ve ever heard,” she muttered once she was sure he was out of earshot.
“I didn’t know you had it in you,” someone said from behind her making her jump.
She turned around and found Harry standing behind her, a grin on his face. She breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t Francis again. “Have what in me?”
“Manipulation.”
“Oh, that wasn’t manipulation, Harry! That was good business skills.” She grinned at him.
“Is that right?” Harry asked, reaching by her and grabbed a cookie off the craft services table.
“Yep.” Ginny turned her back on Harry, expecting their discussion to be over, but Harry didn’t move. “Something else?”
“So, what was his idea?”
Ginny turned back to him. “You mean you haven’t heard?” He shook his head. “He’s been telling anyone he could get to listen! It’s really horrid, Harry. It could be heard over the dumb Christmas music they are playing, too.”
“I couldn’t hear it over the music. And what makes Christmas music dumb?”
Ginny shrugged, feeling disgruntled. “I’m just not in a Christmas mood.”
Harry laughed. “There’s a Christmas mood?”
“Yes!”
“So, are you going to tell me?” He watched her expectantly.
“Tell you what?” Ginny asked looking confused.
“What his idea was.”
“Oh, Sorry! It’s for a movie,” Ginny started to explain.
“Well, I knew that much.”
“Do you want to know or not?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
“Okay, okay. Sorry, go on.” Ginny uncrossed her arms and poured some punch in a cup. “Ginny?”
“You keep interrupting… I thought I’d get a drink until you are actually ready to listen.”
Harry grinned at her. “Go on. Really, I won’t interrupt you again.”
“Good. Well, it’s for a movie. A series of movies actually-“ Ginny rolled her eyes. “The entire series has only one man who lives each of his fantasies, like one of Star Wars and one of Tarzan, in each episode. Truly, it’s a horrible idea!”
“Why is that so horrible? Everyone has fantasies?” Harry seemed serious and Ginny could barely believe anyone would even consider the idea.
“For one thing, the idea that one man should be in all the movies isn’t great. Two, the idea of taking these generic fantasies and claiming all men have them is just ridiculous.”
“You think so?” Harry leaned toward her, making Ginny lean backward to avoid him.
“I do. I know not all woman share the same fantasies.”
“Do you fantasize, Ginny?” Harry asked. He was close enough now that she could feel his warm breath on her face.
“I do.” Ginny felt a lump forming in the back of her throat. When Harry and Ginny had discovered they were both employed be the same agency they had agreed on making sure that they did not star in the same movie. They often avoided each other when they saw each other around the office, and acted as if they did not work near each other when they were around each other elsewhere. Having him so close was not as uncomfortable as Ginny would have hoped. She could smell is masculine scent radiating off him and making her long to see the rest of him underneath all those clothes.
“What are you fantasies?”
“Why would I tell you?” she retorted, a smirk gracing her lips.
“Because I’m asking. Also, I might be able to help some of them come true.” His voice was as suggestive as his words.
Ginny forced a laugh. “Hardly.”
Harry didn’t move back instead he pressed his body to hers. She could feel every hard inch of his body underneath his robes.
“Harry…” She started to push him away, and he backed up immediately. Having space to breathe without his scent tempting her again, she continued. “Why would you think I wanted you to help me fulfill my fantasy?”
“Just one?”
Ginny looked at him, feeling confused. “What?”
“Just one fantasy? I thought that imagination of yours would surely have more than one.”
Ginny smiled in spite of herself. “I do have more than one. But, I repeat, who said I’d want you to help me with them?”
Harry shrugged. “I just thought maybe. And who else is offering?”
“Excuse me? I do not lack offers.”
Harry laughed. “Defensive much?”
“Certainly not.” She tried to slide out from between the table and Harry but he grabbed her arm lightly, stopping her. “Yes?”
“Don’t leave yet. You haven’t told me your fantasy yet,” he whispered against her ear. His hot breath fluttered against her ear and warmth her body.
“My fantasy?” she repeated as he slid his hand up her shirt. She didn’t have the mind to tell him to stop. Instead she stood there as he groped her in the middle of the holiday party. No one was paying attention to the pair, though. His hand cupped her breast and started to knead them. Ginny pressed her lips together to keep from moaning in pleasure. This touch was so practiced, perfected.
“Tell me your fantasy, Ginny,” Harry requested again.
Ginny swallowed and whispered, “My fantasy is fucking someone…” His hand left her shirt, allowing her to think suddenly. Without his practiced touch, she was able to concentrate on forming her words and not just the sensations his touch created. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. “My fantasy is to fuck someone without getting a pay check out of it.”
“That’s not a very popular fantasy,” Harry said huskily. “Normally it’s the opposite. Normally it’s a fantasy of being a porn star.”
“That’s only because they’ve never had to do it before,” Ginny said. How dare he make fun of my fantasy!
“True, true. The porn star life isn’t really like people think it is.” Harry looked at her, a sincere expression in his eyes for the first time that night.
“If you’ll excuse me.” Ginny tried to slide by him again, but once again he stopped her.
Leaning down he whispered, “I can help fulfill your fantasy,” in her ear. His words involuntarily sent shivers down her spine.
“Is that right? Why would you think I’d even consider that?” Ginny asked, trying to sound unaffected.
“Because you’re not leaving.” Before she could reply, he leaned forward and his mouth claimed hers. She slammed back against the table and Harry pressed his body to hers as she kissed him back. His arms slid around her waist and braced him on the table behind her. Ginny snaked her arm around his waist to pull him closer yet, and the other hand went up to run though his untidy black hair.
Harry pulled away and left Ginny breathless. It had been awhile since she had felt such an intense and natural reaction to a kiss. She knew the kiss had been practiced for the camera, but the sensations, feelings, and want crawling through her felt raw and carnal.
Gaining eye contact with Harry, Ginny whispered, “You won’t get paid either.”
Harry grinned at her. “No problem. Is that a problem for you?”
Without thinking, Ginny shook her head. “No. No it’s not.”
Harry backed away and grabbed her hand. “The set’s upstairs.” Ginny allowed Harry to pull her up the back stairway to the sets upstairs. It was a one-stop fetish stop. Sets for hospital rooms for the naughty nurses and doctors, scenes from restaurants for those into waitresses, sets for the bar scene, restroom sex, and everything else imaginable made up the second floor. Ginny knew the sets well, even if she had not performed on each set. Harry pulled her to the far set which was for the bedroom scenario. It was rarely used, people didn’t usually want to watch such ‘vanilla’ porn.
Ginny stood in the middle of the bedroom set and looked at Harry. He was looking at her expectantly, but not moving to close the two-foot of distance between them.
“Are we really going to do this?” Ginny asked. The holiday music from the party downstairs floated upstairs and it made Ginny aware why they were actually there.
Harry shrugged. It was a practiced shrug. “I thought we were, but if you don’t want your fantasy fulfilled…” he trailed off and turned to go back out the door.
“No wait!” Ginny wasn’t sure what she wanted. She bit her lip and stared at the man she had known since childhood and loved most of the time. Harry turned back around and faced her, allowing her to drink him in.
He was average height and weight. There was nothing remarkable about him, but then again, he definitely was not bad looking. He had a kind of boy next door look to him that made him attractive. His eyes were remarkable, though. Their color was green, but they sparkled, making them stand out and made you feel like they were delving into your soul and not just staring at you.
“Are we going to do this or not?” Harry seemed to want her to think he was annoyed, but she had known him long enough to know he was amused. There was levity to his voice that made her smile.
Taking a deep breath and unable to realize why she was so nervous, Ginny asked, “What are going to do?”
“Have sex.” The two words were so simple, so part of her work that it didn’t seem personal anymore but when he said them a shiver went down her spine.
“Like… Are you going to do my fantasy exactly?”
Harry’s eyebrows went up with curiosity. “You have a fantasy all planned out. Not just the one request of not being paid for it?”
“Of course I do,” Ginny said with a smile. “I have every moment of it planned out in my head. So are we going to do it properly?”
“Depends on what it is. Tell me.”
“You don’t get to tell me to do anything,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Please tell me?” He was amused.
“Well for one thing, this set definite works.” She looked around herself. “It’s romantic.”
“It’s a porn set,” Harry pointed out.
Ginny shot him a dirty look. “You’ll have to be willing to take off my clothes one by one… Touch my skin, kiss my skin, and allow me to touch you. All of you.” She wasn’t used to trying to talk about sex; she was used to actually having sex. She was finding it hard to describe what she wanted. “Actually, do you want the truth?”
He nodded.
“I just want to be thoroughly fucked.”
He laughed. It was a throaty, sexy laugh. She had never noticed how sexy it was before, she smiled.
Without saying another word, she walked over to him and slid her arms around his waist. She crashed her mouth to his and when he opened his mouth to either protest or allow her entrance, she wasn’t sure, she took the opportunity to allow her tongue to taste him. Their tongues danced as Harry lifted the bottom of her shirt. Breaking the kiss, she helped him pull her shirt off and then her bra was tossed to the ground.
He leaned down and his tongue flicked over her already hardened nipple. Ginny frenzied at his touch. She pushed him away from her and began to unbuckle his trousers. He laughed for what reason she didn’t know. She just wanted to get this done. She truly just wanted to be thoroughly fucked with no strings attached, including a paycheck.
He didn’t help her undress him, but he didn’t stop her either. She pulled his shirt off his body and kissed his Adam’s apple. Pushing down his trousers and boxers, she knelt in front of him. He stepped out of his trousers and looked down at her, waiting to see what she would do. His erection was stiff and he was ready. He wanted her, not that she expected anything less.
Giving him a small smile, she circled the tip of his penis with her tongue. He groaned. She knew the game, and instead of acting like she was unsure, she grew bold right away. She moved her hands to stroke his length and continued with her circles on his sensitive tip, inadvertently licking up some of his precum. After a few minutes of enduring her pleasurable torture, he reached down and yanked her feet. She giggled.
He was covered with sweat and pulled her to his hot sweaty body and kissed her. His tongue delved in her mouth as his hands roamed downward and began to remove her clothes. He pushed her jeans and knickers down as quickly as she had his. He lifted her to him, their chests pressed together both slick with sweat, and carried her vertically to the bed. He set her down on her feet and looked at the bed then to her as if asking her a question.
She kissed him again, quickly, and then sat down on the edge of the bed. It was as if it was scripted, each movement fluid and practiced. He watched her as she slowly lay on her back, her legs open invitingly. “Come on,” she whispered before she could stop herself. He followed her and settled himself between her legs.
He leaned down and she sucked in a breath of anticipation. Kissing his way up her leg to the junction between her thighs, he was slow to reach his destination. He lifted her up slightly in order to slide his tongue insider her. As if automatically, he found her clitoris and began to make slow circular stokes with his tongue. It was a slow torture that created a pleasurable pressure to build within her body.
She grasped handfuls of the sheets and pressed herself closer to him, trying to make him increase the pace of his glorious torment. She cried his name when her orgasm overtook her, consuming her body in its heat and pleasure.
While she was still in the throws of her climax, he repositioned himself and entered her. He filled her entirely, creating a feeling of completion at the joining. He didn’t move while she breathed heavily and slowed back down from her orgasm. She caught his eye and he began to move within her in deep, slow thrusts.
It was an exquisite, overwhelming sensation. Their movement was in unison each meeting each other. She flung her head back, moaning in pleasure as he grunted with his thrust, holding off for her to climax again before he took his. She felt his hand move between their bodies and enter her. He began slow circular caresses with his finger on her sensitive clitoris, making the sensations unbearable. She cried his name again as her second orgasm overtook her with waves of pleasure. With one last thrust, he cried her name as he claimed his own climax.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her and wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. He kissed where her neck and shoulder met. “Was that your fantasy?” he asked after they both regained their composure.
She smiled against his neck. “Close enough.”
“Thoroughly fucked?”
“Thoroughly fucked.”
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ORIGINAL REQUEST:
Briefly describe what you'd like to receive: Harry and Ginny are both fluffers in a movie studio that makes adult porn films. They get to talking at the studio's holiday party. One thing leads to another and...
Preferred Rating: R-NC-17
OBHWF Inclusion (Y/N): N
Holiday Choice (Christmas, New Year's, Both, or Unimportant): Unimportant
If both, when would you like the fic to be posted? n/a
Other Holidays to incorporate (optional, maximum of three): n/a
Specifics you want (optional, maximum of three): Dirty talk, graphic yet clinical descriptions (really, with the storyline, it'd have to be), crackfic definitely okay.
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): Limited fluff, otherwise, have at it.
Thank you for participating in the Winter Exchange! Happy Holidays!
Author: rarity
Beta: the amazing jandjsalmon
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2600-ish
Summary: Harry asks Ginny what her fantasy is while at a holiday party at a porn studio.
Warnings: language and smut
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I’m just playing.
Author's Notes: Thank you to my lovely, fabulous, patient and beautiful beta for all her support and patience. To the requester, I tried! I do hope you enjoy this! Happy holidays!
Ginny walked over to the table with the refreshments laughing loudly. “Really, Francis!” The man with whom she had just been speaking to her grinned and walked away to find another audience for his ridiculous idea.
“God, if that’s not the worst idea for a movie I’ve ever heard,” she muttered once she was sure he was out of earshot.
“I didn’t know you had it in you,” someone said from behind her making her jump.
She turned around and found Harry standing behind her, a grin on his face. She breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t Francis again. “Have what in me?”
“Manipulation.”
“Oh, that wasn’t manipulation, Harry! That was good business skills.” She grinned at him.
“Is that right?” Harry asked, reaching by her and grabbed a cookie off the craft services table.
“Yep.” Ginny turned her back on Harry, expecting their discussion to be over, but Harry didn’t move. “Something else?”
“So, what was his idea?”
Ginny turned back to him. “You mean you haven’t heard?” He shook his head. “He’s been telling anyone he could get to listen! It’s really horrid, Harry. It could be heard over the dumb Christmas music they are playing, too.”
“I couldn’t hear it over the music. And what makes Christmas music dumb?”
Ginny shrugged, feeling disgruntled. “I’m just not in a Christmas mood.”
Harry laughed. “There’s a Christmas mood?”
“Yes!”
“So, are you going to tell me?” He watched her expectantly.
“Tell you what?” Ginny asked looking confused.
“What his idea was.”
“Oh, Sorry! It’s for a movie,” Ginny started to explain.
“Well, I knew that much.”
“Do you want to know or not?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
“Okay, okay. Sorry, go on.” Ginny uncrossed her arms and poured some punch in a cup. “Ginny?”
“You keep interrupting… I thought I’d get a drink until you are actually ready to listen.”
Harry grinned at her. “Go on. Really, I won’t interrupt you again.”
“Good. Well, it’s for a movie. A series of movies actually-“ Ginny rolled her eyes. “The entire series has only one man who lives each of his fantasies, like one of Star Wars and one of Tarzan, in each episode. Truly, it’s a horrible idea!”
“Why is that so horrible? Everyone has fantasies?” Harry seemed serious and Ginny could barely believe anyone would even consider the idea.
“For one thing, the idea that one man should be in all the movies isn’t great. Two, the idea of taking these generic fantasies and claiming all men have them is just ridiculous.”
“You think so?” Harry leaned toward her, making Ginny lean backward to avoid him.
“I do. I know not all woman share the same fantasies.”
“Do you fantasize, Ginny?” Harry asked. He was close enough now that she could feel his warm breath on her face.
“I do.” Ginny felt a lump forming in the back of her throat. When Harry and Ginny had discovered they were both employed be the same agency they had agreed on making sure that they did not star in the same movie. They often avoided each other when they saw each other around the office, and acted as if they did not work near each other when they were around each other elsewhere. Having him so close was not as uncomfortable as Ginny would have hoped. She could smell is masculine scent radiating off him and making her long to see the rest of him underneath all those clothes.
“What are you fantasies?”
“Why would I tell you?” she retorted, a smirk gracing her lips.
“Because I’m asking. Also, I might be able to help some of them come true.” His voice was as suggestive as his words.
Ginny forced a laugh. “Hardly.”
Harry didn’t move back instead he pressed his body to hers. She could feel every hard inch of his body underneath his robes.
“Harry…” She started to push him away, and he backed up immediately. Having space to breathe without his scent tempting her again, she continued. “Why would you think I wanted you to help me fulfill my fantasy?”
“Just one?”
Ginny looked at him, feeling confused. “What?”
“Just one fantasy? I thought that imagination of yours would surely have more than one.”
Ginny smiled in spite of herself. “I do have more than one. But, I repeat, who said I’d want you to help me with them?”
Harry shrugged. “I just thought maybe. And who else is offering?”
“Excuse me? I do not lack offers.”
Harry laughed. “Defensive much?”
“Certainly not.” She tried to slide out from between the table and Harry but he grabbed her arm lightly, stopping her. “Yes?”
“Don’t leave yet. You haven’t told me your fantasy yet,” he whispered against her ear. His hot breath fluttered against her ear and warmth her body.
“My fantasy?” she repeated as he slid his hand up her shirt. She didn’t have the mind to tell him to stop. Instead she stood there as he groped her in the middle of the holiday party. No one was paying attention to the pair, though. His hand cupped her breast and started to knead them. Ginny pressed her lips together to keep from moaning in pleasure. This touch was so practiced, perfected.
“Tell me your fantasy, Ginny,” Harry requested again.
Ginny swallowed and whispered, “My fantasy is fucking someone…” His hand left her shirt, allowing her to think suddenly. Without his practiced touch, she was able to concentrate on forming her words and not just the sensations his touch created. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. “My fantasy is to fuck someone without getting a pay check out of it.”
“That’s not a very popular fantasy,” Harry said huskily. “Normally it’s the opposite. Normally it’s a fantasy of being a porn star.”
“That’s only because they’ve never had to do it before,” Ginny said. How dare he make fun of my fantasy!
“True, true. The porn star life isn’t really like people think it is.” Harry looked at her, a sincere expression in his eyes for the first time that night.
“If you’ll excuse me.” Ginny tried to slide by him again, but once again he stopped her.
Leaning down he whispered, “I can help fulfill your fantasy,” in her ear. His words involuntarily sent shivers down her spine.
“Is that right? Why would you think I’d even consider that?” Ginny asked, trying to sound unaffected.
“Because you’re not leaving.” Before she could reply, he leaned forward and his mouth claimed hers. She slammed back against the table and Harry pressed his body to hers as she kissed him back. His arms slid around her waist and braced him on the table behind her. Ginny snaked her arm around his waist to pull him closer yet, and the other hand went up to run though his untidy black hair.
Harry pulled away and left Ginny breathless. It had been awhile since she had felt such an intense and natural reaction to a kiss. She knew the kiss had been practiced for the camera, but the sensations, feelings, and want crawling through her felt raw and carnal.
Gaining eye contact with Harry, Ginny whispered, “You won’t get paid either.”
Harry grinned at her. “No problem. Is that a problem for you?”
Without thinking, Ginny shook her head. “No. No it’s not.”
Harry backed away and grabbed her hand. “The set’s upstairs.” Ginny allowed Harry to pull her up the back stairway to the sets upstairs. It was a one-stop fetish stop. Sets for hospital rooms for the naughty nurses and doctors, scenes from restaurants for those into waitresses, sets for the bar scene, restroom sex, and everything else imaginable made up the second floor. Ginny knew the sets well, even if she had not performed on each set. Harry pulled her to the far set which was for the bedroom scenario. It was rarely used, people didn’t usually want to watch such ‘vanilla’ porn.
Ginny stood in the middle of the bedroom set and looked at Harry. He was looking at her expectantly, but not moving to close the two-foot of distance between them.
“Are we really going to do this?” Ginny asked. The holiday music from the party downstairs floated upstairs and it made Ginny aware why they were actually there.
Harry shrugged. It was a practiced shrug. “I thought we were, but if you don’t want your fantasy fulfilled…” he trailed off and turned to go back out the door.
“No wait!” Ginny wasn’t sure what she wanted. She bit her lip and stared at the man she had known since childhood and loved most of the time. Harry turned back around and faced her, allowing her to drink him in.
He was average height and weight. There was nothing remarkable about him, but then again, he definitely was not bad looking. He had a kind of boy next door look to him that made him attractive. His eyes were remarkable, though. Their color was green, but they sparkled, making them stand out and made you feel like they were delving into your soul and not just staring at you.
“Are we going to do this or not?” Harry seemed to want her to think he was annoyed, but she had known him long enough to know he was amused. There was levity to his voice that made her smile.
Taking a deep breath and unable to realize why she was so nervous, Ginny asked, “What are going to do?”
“Have sex.” The two words were so simple, so part of her work that it didn’t seem personal anymore but when he said them a shiver went down her spine.
“Like… Are you going to do my fantasy exactly?”
Harry’s eyebrows went up with curiosity. “You have a fantasy all planned out. Not just the one request of not being paid for it?”
“Of course I do,” Ginny said with a smile. “I have every moment of it planned out in my head. So are we going to do it properly?”
“Depends on what it is. Tell me.”
“You don’t get to tell me to do anything,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Please tell me?” He was amused.
“Well for one thing, this set definite works.” She looked around herself. “It’s romantic.”
“It’s a porn set,” Harry pointed out.
Ginny shot him a dirty look. “You’ll have to be willing to take off my clothes one by one… Touch my skin, kiss my skin, and allow me to touch you. All of you.” She wasn’t used to trying to talk about sex; she was used to actually having sex. She was finding it hard to describe what she wanted. “Actually, do you want the truth?”
He nodded.
“I just want to be thoroughly fucked.”
He laughed. It was a throaty, sexy laugh. She had never noticed how sexy it was before, she smiled.
Without saying another word, she walked over to him and slid her arms around his waist. She crashed her mouth to his and when he opened his mouth to either protest or allow her entrance, she wasn’t sure, she took the opportunity to allow her tongue to taste him. Their tongues danced as Harry lifted the bottom of her shirt. Breaking the kiss, she helped him pull her shirt off and then her bra was tossed to the ground.
He leaned down and his tongue flicked over her already hardened nipple. Ginny frenzied at his touch. She pushed him away from her and began to unbuckle his trousers. He laughed for what reason she didn’t know. She just wanted to get this done. She truly just wanted to be thoroughly fucked with no strings attached, including a paycheck.
He didn’t help her undress him, but he didn’t stop her either. She pulled his shirt off his body and kissed his Adam’s apple. Pushing down his trousers and boxers, she knelt in front of him. He stepped out of his trousers and looked down at her, waiting to see what she would do. His erection was stiff and he was ready. He wanted her, not that she expected anything less.
Giving him a small smile, she circled the tip of his penis with her tongue. He groaned. She knew the game, and instead of acting like she was unsure, she grew bold right away. She moved her hands to stroke his length and continued with her circles on his sensitive tip, inadvertently licking up some of his precum. After a few minutes of enduring her pleasurable torture, he reached down and yanked her feet. She giggled.
He was covered with sweat and pulled her to his hot sweaty body and kissed her. His tongue delved in her mouth as his hands roamed downward and began to remove her clothes. He pushed her jeans and knickers down as quickly as she had his. He lifted her to him, their chests pressed together both slick with sweat, and carried her vertically to the bed. He set her down on her feet and looked at the bed then to her as if asking her a question.
She kissed him again, quickly, and then sat down on the edge of the bed. It was as if it was scripted, each movement fluid and practiced. He watched her as she slowly lay on her back, her legs open invitingly. “Come on,” she whispered before she could stop herself. He followed her and settled himself between her legs.
He leaned down and she sucked in a breath of anticipation. Kissing his way up her leg to the junction between her thighs, he was slow to reach his destination. He lifted her up slightly in order to slide his tongue insider her. As if automatically, he found her clitoris and began to make slow circular stokes with his tongue. It was a slow torture that created a pleasurable pressure to build within her body.
She grasped handfuls of the sheets and pressed herself closer to him, trying to make him increase the pace of his glorious torment. She cried his name when her orgasm overtook her, consuming her body in its heat and pleasure.
While she was still in the throws of her climax, he repositioned himself and entered her. He filled her entirely, creating a feeling of completion at the joining. He didn’t move while she breathed heavily and slowed back down from her orgasm. She caught his eye and he began to move within her in deep, slow thrusts.
It was an exquisite, overwhelming sensation. Their movement was in unison each meeting each other. She flung her head back, moaning in pleasure as he grunted with his thrust, holding off for her to climax again before he took his. She felt his hand move between their bodies and enter her. He began slow circular caresses with his finger on her sensitive clitoris, making the sensations unbearable. She cried his name again as her second orgasm overtook her with waves of pleasure. With one last thrust, he cried her name as he claimed his own climax.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her and wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. He kissed where her neck and shoulder met. “Was that your fantasy?” he asked after they both regained their composure.
She smiled against his neck. “Close enough.”
“Thoroughly fucked?”
“Thoroughly fucked.”
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ORIGINAL REQUEST:
Briefly describe what you'd like to receive: Harry and Ginny are both fluffers in a movie studio that makes adult porn films. They get to talking at the studio's holiday party. One thing leads to another and...
Preferred Rating: R-NC-17
OBHWF Inclusion (Y/N): N
Holiday Choice (Christmas, New Year's, Both, or Unimportant): Unimportant
If both, when would you like the fic to be posted? n/a
Other Holidays to incorporate (optional, maximum of three): n/a
Specifics you want (optional, maximum of three): Dirty talk, graphic yet clinical descriptions (really, with the storyline, it'd have to be), crackfic definitely okay.
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): Limited fluff, otherwise, have at it.
Thank you for participating in the Winter Exchange! Happy Holidays!