Fic: Everybody Wins
Title: Everybody Wins
Rating: Mature
Category: Defies Categorization
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Word Count: Depends. lol, not too long.
Summary: Harry and Hermione make sweet, sweet love/have sexual intercourse/fuck each other's brains out.
Notes: For the fanfict00bs birthday celebration! After a discussion with tome_raider, I've decided to write a ficlet that everyone can like. Just pick the word that pleases you! LOL, this is either going to be really funny, or really not funny to the point where you actually feel sorry for me. HAHHAHA either reaction makes me laugh!
"Happy Birthday, Hermione," Harry whispered against her throat as his hands roamed over the soft skin of her naked body. He smiled when she let out a low moan as he cupped her full [breasts/feminine mounds/tits] with his hands.
"It's certainly getting better by the second," Hermione responded in breathy gasps as Harry continued to stroke her body, teasing her nipples until she was soon writhing under him, her fingers grasping the coverlet of their bed.
Harry groaned as he felt her move, his [penis/man-shaft/cock] hardening in response to her unvoiced demands to be satisfied. He moved down her body, laying hot kisses along her throat, between her [breasts/mountains of love/dirty pillows], and on her belly until she was gasping in wanton pleasure.
"Oh god, Harry! Please!" She cried out when he began to tease her [vulva/entrance to her most secret of places/pussy] with his fingers, their soft and gentle stroking not what she was craving at that moment.
"What, Hermione?" he asked, his voice as raspy with need as hers had been. "Tell me what you want. After all, the birthday girl shouldn't be disappointed."
She lifted herself up onto her elbows, staring him right in the eye even as he began to lightly skim his fingers back and forth over her moist [labia minora/petals to her feminine flower/inner lips]. Her eyes darkened with lust. "[Begin coitus/Serenade my body/Fuck me], Harry!" She bit out the words, using all the self-control she had left.
And with that, she grabbed his head, bringing his mouth to hers as she attacked his lips in a bruising, fierce kiss.
Harry was more than happy to comply with her demands, and after first stroking her engorged [clitoris/love button/clit], he positioned his [penis/velvet hammer/cock] and slammed into her with all the rough passion that their feverish bodies both demanded.
As he felt her wet heat envelop him, he let out a deep groan against her neck. "Fuck, Hermione!" he rasped. "Your [vagina/love canal/cunt], god, it feels so fucking good! So wet... so tight..."
"Yesss," Hermione hissed in pleasure, even as she spread her legs wider and urged him even deeper with her hands grasping his [buttocks/bum/ass]. "Harder, Harry! [Increase the intensity of your penis' penetration of my vagina/Make me see stars explode before my eyes/Fuck me hard] !"
Harry groaned at hearing the [clinical/flowery/dirty] words spill out of her mouth. He moved so that he was kneeling on the bed, his knees propping up her [posterier/bottom/ass]. Grasping her thighs, he began to slam into her in earnest, over and over, again and again, ripping screams of pleasure from Hermione's throat.
"Yes, Harry, oh god, that's it! Your [penis/man-muscle/cock], it feels so fucking good!" she shouted out, her eyes tightly shut against the almost unbearable pleasure that he was stoking with her.
Harry himself couldn't speak, he was too possessed by the lust within him. Her body, her moans, her hands clutching at her own breasts, it was like sensory overload. As he grasped her [gluteus maximus/rear/ass] and hips-so hard that there would be bruises to kiss away later-he thrust deep into her hot [vagina/vajayjay/pussy], again and again until she came screaming, her [vaginal canal/walls of love/cunt] throbbing and convulsing around his [penis/member/cock] as the spasms overtook her body.
It was too much. Harry could feel the tightening of his [testicles/man-sacks/balls], and with another deep, pounding thrust, shouted his release as he came hard within her.
With a groan and a sigh, he fell to her side, pulling her close to him. "Happy birthday, Hermione," he said again as he kissed her temples, gently stroking the dampened hair away from her forehead.
Hermione simply purred in satisfaction, causing Harry to chuckle. "Liked that last present, did you?" he asked in the smug, cocky tone that Hermione claimed to hate, but he knew she actually adored.
She smirked before slapping him playfully on the chest. "Oh please. It's not like it wasn't a gift to yourself, as well."
"Well, then," he answered with a laugh. "I guess everybody wins."
And then they [engaged in intercourse/crested the cosmic waves of love/fucked like bunnies] all night long.
The End.
Rating: Mature
Category: Defies Categorization
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Word Count: Depends. lol, not too long.
Summary: Harry and Hermione make sweet, sweet love/have sexual intercourse/fuck each other's brains out.
Notes: For the fanfict00bs birthday celebration! After a discussion with tome_raider, I've decided to write a ficlet that everyone can like. Just pick the word that pleases you! LOL, this is either going to be really funny, or really not funny to the point where you actually feel sorry for me. HAHHAHA either reaction makes me laugh!
"Happy Birthday, Hermione," Harry whispered against her throat as his hands roamed over the soft skin of her naked body. He smiled when she let out a low moan as he cupped her full [breasts/feminine mounds/tits] with his hands.
"It's certainly getting better by the second," Hermione responded in breathy gasps as Harry continued to stroke her body, teasing her nipples until she was soon writhing under him, her fingers grasping the coverlet of their bed.
Harry groaned as he felt her move, his [penis/man-shaft/cock] hardening in response to her unvoiced demands to be satisfied. He moved down her body, laying hot kisses along her throat, between her [breasts/mountains of love/dirty pillows], and on her belly until she was gasping in wanton pleasure.
"Oh god, Harry! Please!" She cried out when he began to tease her [vulva/entrance to her most secret of places/pussy] with his fingers, their soft and gentle stroking not what she was craving at that moment.
"What, Hermione?" he asked, his voice as raspy with need as hers had been. "Tell me what you want. After all, the birthday girl shouldn't be disappointed."
She lifted herself up onto her elbows, staring him right in the eye even as he began to lightly skim his fingers back and forth over her moist [labia minora/petals to her feminine flower/inner lips]. Her eyes darkened with lust. "[Begin coitus/Serenade my body/Fuck me], Harry!" She bit out the words, using all the self-control she had left.
And with that, she grabbed his head, bringing his mouth to hers as she attacked his lips in a bruising, fierce kiss.
Harry was more than happy to comply with her demands, and after first stroking her engorged [clitoris/love button/clit], he positioned his [penis/velvet hammer/cock] and slammed into her with all the rough passion that their feverish bodies both demanded.
As he felt her wet heat envelop him, he let out a deep groan against her neck. "Fuck, Hermione!" he rasped. "Your [vagina/love canal/cunt], god, it feels so fucking good! So wet... so tight..."
"Yesss," Hermione hissed in pleasure, even as she spread her legs wider and urged him even deeper with her hands grasping his [buttocks/bum/ass]. "Harder, Harry! [Increase the intensity of your penis' penetration of my vagina/Make me see stars explode before my eyes/Fuck me hard] !"
Harry groaned at hearing the [clinical/flowery/dirty] words spill out of her mouth. He moved so that he was kneeling on the bed, his knees propping up her [posterier/bottom/ass]. Grasping her thighs, he began to slam into her in earnest, over and over, again and again, ripping screams of pleasure from Hermione's throat.
"Yes, Harry, oh god, that's it! Your [penis/man-muscle/cock], it feels so fucking good!" she shouted out, her eyes tightly shut against the almost unbearable pleasure that he was stoking with her.
Harry himself couldn't speak, he was too possessed by the lust within him. Her body, her moans, her hands clutching at her own breasts, it was like sensory overload. As he grasped her [gluteus maximus/rear/ass] and hips-so hard that there would be bruises to kiss away later-he thrust deep into her hot [vagina/vajayjay/pussy], again and again until she came screaming, her [vaginal canal/walls of love/cunt] throbbing and convulsing around his [penis/member/cock] as the spasms overtook her body.
It was too much. Harry could feel the tightening of his [testicles/man-sacks/balls], and with another deep, pounding thrust, shouted his release as he came hard within her.
With a groan and a sigh, he fell to her side, pulling her close to him. "Happy birthday, Hermione," he said again as he kissed her temples, gently stroking the dampened hair away from her forehead.
Hermione simply purred in satisfaction, causing Harry to chuckle. "Liked that last present, did you?" he asked in the smug, cocky tone that Hermione claimed to hate, but he knew she actually adored.
She smirked before slapping him playfully on the chest. "Oh please. It's not like it wasn't a gift to yourself, as well."
"Well, then," he answered with a laugh. "I guess everybody wins."
And then they [engaged in intercourse/crested the cosmic waves of love/fucked like bunnies] all night long.
The End.