Camera Flash - 1/1 - Adult - Bill/Hermione
Title: Camera Flash (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Hermione didn't think that Bill was serious when he said he wanted photographs of her. Bill/Hermione.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #27: sight. A sequel, of sorts, to Porn.
Word Count: 1064.
Hermione stirred when she heard the sound of the camera. It clicked and whirred and then there was a moment of brightness as the flash went off. Squinting for a moment, she immediately reached for the covers when she realised that Bill had taken a picture of her spread wantonly across the bed, completely nude and trying to pull herself together after being fucked so thoroughly by him that her body was still thrumming.
He quickly scrambled onto the bed, though, tearing the quilt from her with his free hand and throwing it onto the floor. She was left completely exposed to him and Bill took a couple more shots.
“Didn’t think you were serious when you said you were going to take pictures of me,” Hermione grumbled, pressing her thighs together and drawing up her legs as she tried to hide her body from him.
Bill smirked at her. “Of course I was serious.” He let out a slightly ragged breath, licking his lips. “Let me see your tits,” he demanded, annoyed that Hermione was attempting to cover herself up with a pillow. She scowled at him, so Bill wrenched it from her grasp and lobbed it across the room, where it knocked a photograph off the dressing table with a crash.
Hermione huffed and sat up, putting her arms down. She pushed her hair from her face, looking at the camera. “There,” she said shortly, pushing out her chest.
Grinning, Bill raised the camera and took some pictures. “Touch them,” he told her in a low growl, focusing on how her nipples were still hard and faintly glistening from how he had been suckling them earlier. Hermione gave a light whimper at his tone and obediently raised a hand, first licking her fingers before starting to circle her nipples, teasing the puckered flesh.
“Yeah, like that,” Bill muttered, fingers automatically taking pictures. He found a way to hold the camera with one hand, his other starting to stroke his cock as it began to harden.
Both of Hermione’s hands touched her breasts and she moaned feeling her body start to heat up from her touches and the view that the camera had of her. Her cheeks were flushed and Bill was sure that she was a hundred times sexier than those Muggles they had seen on the internet. She was his, too, not some nameless woman who he couldn’t give a toss about. So to speak.
“Spread your legs,” he whispered roughly, and her thighs parted. “Wider,” he said with a slight hiss. “We both know your legs go much wider than that.”
She whimpered slightly, his possessive tone going straight through her, and moved her legs further apart, displaying her cunt to him. She was still wet from earlier and Bill groaned at the sight, his camera working to capture priceless images. Hermione knew what Bill’s next request was going to be before he even said it, her eyes flicking between the way he was hungrily gnawing on his lower lip to how his hips were thrusting gently towards his hand, which was wrapped firmly around his hard cock.
Her hand snaked down her belly, fingers gently touching her wet folds. Hermione let out a sigh, half-closing her eyes as she traced a finger around her clit. Hips jerking slightly, her touch became more confident, her other hand squeezing her breast.
Bill reluctantly removed his hand from his cock, making a sound of appreciation as Hermione pushed a slim finger into her cunt. He lay down on his belly, erection pressing into the mattress and focusing the camera up at Hermione. Her hand and her cunt were in full focus, everything else fading away into a blur with the shallow depth of field. Adjusting the focus, Hermione’s face became clear as she groaned, adding another finger to her actions.
“Take the camera,” he told her brusquely, thrusting it towards her. Hermione took it, confused at first, but then getting the picture when he moved forwards and began to lap enthusiastically at her folds, tongue swirling over her clit. Her hands were shaking slightly as she raised the camera, taking several photos of Bill going down on her and nearly dropping it on his head when he suddenly looked straight up the camera lens.
Hermione came with a soft cry, taking a shaking picture by accident. Bill tugged the camera from her hands even as she was trying to catch her breath. Looking up at the redhead, Hermione saw that he had moved positions, a hand teasing his cock with long, slow strokes. Hermione licked her lips. “Did you want some pictures of me…?” Bill nodded and Hermione shifted onto her knees, cunt still throbbing and feeling her release sticky on her thighs.
Bill gave a stifled groan as she took his cock slowly into her mouth. She sucked and licked, knowing exactly what he liked and listening to the whirring of the camera that had Hermione getting even more aroused as she tried to image the pictures they were producing.
Pulling back slightly, she just had her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tongue teasing it as she looked up at him. Bill growled out his pleasure, taking photos of her looking into the camera as she fucked him with her mouth. Apparently having taken enough photos, Bill put the camera to one side, his fingers curling into fists.
As she teased him, Hermione almost didn’t want to see the developed pictures, much preferring the images that her mind had conjured up. She had always been like that, and it was like your favourite books getting turned into a film - it never quite lived up to your expectations. Hermione moaned around the length of Bill’s cock as that thought hit her; perhaps it would be interesting to introduce Bill to the concept of Muggle video cameras.
After all, he had quickly mastered the computer.
Bill came with a jerk of his hips, spilling into her mouth. His fingers tugged on her hair and, before Hermione could protest, Bill had pinned her to the bed. “Think I should get a tripod?” he murmured. “Set up a timer and get pictures of you riding me?”
Hermione smiled tiredly, brushing a lock of red hair from his face. Her finger trailed along his jaw. “I think I have a better idea.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Hermione didn't think that Bill was serious when he said he wanted photographs of her. Bill/Hermione.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #27: sight. A sequel, of sorts, to Porn.
Word Count: 1064.
Hermione stirred when she heard the sound of the camera. It clicked and whirred and then there was a moment of brightness as the flash went off. Squinting for a moment, she immediately reached for the covers when she realised that Bill had taken a picture of her spread wantonly across the bed, completely nude and trying to pull herself together after being fucked so thoroughly by him that her body was still thrumming.
He quickly scrambled onto the bed, though, tearing the quilt from her with his free hand and throwing it onto the floor. She was left completely exposed to him and Bill took a couple more shots.
“Didn’t think you were serious when you said you were going to take pictures of me,” Hermione grumbled, pressing her thighs together and drawing up her legs as she tried to hide her body from him.
Bill smirked at her. “Of course I was serious.” He let out a slightly ragged breath, licking his lips. “Let me see your tits,” he demanded, annoyed that Hermione was attempting to cover herself up with a pillow. She scowled at him, so Bill wrenched it from her grasp and lobbed it across the room, where it knocked a photograph off the dressing table with a crash.
Hermione huffed and sat up, putting her arms down. She pushed her hair from her face, looking at the camera. “There,” she said shortly, pushing out her chest.
Grinning, Bill raised the camera and took some pictures. “Touch them,” he told her in a low growl, focusing on how her nipples were still hard and faintly glistening from how he had been suckling them earlier. Hermione gave a light whimper at his tone and obediently raised a hand, first licking her fingers before starting to circle her nipples, teasing the puckered flesh.
“Yeah, like that,” Bill muttered, fingers automatically taking pictures. He found a way to hold the camera with one hand, his other starting to stroke his cock as it began to harden.
Both of Hermione’s hands touched her breasts and she moaned feeling her body start to heat up from her touches and the view that the camera had of her. Her cheeks were flushed and Bill was sure that she was a hundred times sexier than those Muggles they had seen on the internet. She was his, too, not some nameless woman who he couldn’t give a toss about. So to speak.
“Spread your legs,” he whispered roughly, and her thighs parted. “Wider,” he said with a slight hiss. “We both know your legs go much wider than that.”
She whimpered slightly, his possessive tone going straight through her, and moved her legs further apart, displaying her cunt to him. She was still wet from earlier and Bill groaned at the sight, his camera working to capture priceless images. Hermione knew what Bill’s next request was going to be before he even said it, her eyes flicking between the way he was hungrily gnawing on his lower lip to how his hips were thrusting gently towards his hand, which was wrapped firmly around his hard cock.
Her hand snaked down her belly, fingers gently touching her wet folds. Hermione let out a sigh, half-closing her eyes as she traced a finger around her clit. Hips jerking slightly, her touch became more confident, her other hand squeezing her breast.
Bill reluctantly removed his hand from his cock, making a sound of appreciation as Hermione pushed a slim finger into her cunt. He lay down on his belly, erection pressing into the mattress and focusing the camera up at Hermione. Her hand and her cunt were in full focus, everything else fading away into a blur with the shallow depth of field. Adjusting the focus, Hermione’s face became clear as she groaned, adding another finger to her actions.
“Take the camera,” he told her brusquely, thrusting it towards her. Hermione took it, confused at first, but then getting the picture when he moved forwards and began to lap enthusiastically at her folds, tongue swirling over her clit. Her hands were shaking slightly as she raised the camera, taking several photos of Bill going down on her and nearly dropping it on his head when he suddenly looked straight up the camera lens.
Hermione came with a soft cry, taking a shaking picture by accident. Bill tugged the camera from her hands even as she was trying to catch her breath. Looking up at the redhead, Hermione saw that he had moved positions, a hand teasing his cock with long, slow strokes. Hermione licked her lips. “Did you want some pictures of me…?” Bill nodded and Hermione shifted onto her knees, cunt still throbbing and feeling her release sticky on her thighs.
Bill gave a stifled groan as she took his cock slowly into her mouth. She sucked and licked, knowing exactly what he liked and listening to the whirring of the camera that had Hermione getting even more aroused as she tried to image the pictures they were producing.
Pulling back slightly, she just had her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tongue teasing it as she looked up at him. Bill growled out his pleasure, taking photos of her looking into the camera as she fucked him with her mouth. Apparently having taken enough photos, Bill put the camera to one side, his fingers curling into fists.
As she teased him, Hermione almost didn’t want to see the developed pictures, much preferring the images that her mind had conjured up. She had always been like that, and it was like your favourite books getting turned into a film - it never quite lived up to your expectations. Hermione moaned around the length of Bill’s cock as that thought hit her; perhaps it would be interesting to introduce Bill to the concept of Muggle video cameras.
After all, he had quickly mastered the computer.
Bill came with a jerk of his hips, spilling into her mouth. His fingers tugged on her hair and, before Hermione could protest, Bill had pinned her to the bed. “Think I should get a tripod?” he murmured. “Set up a timer and get pictures of you riding me?”
Hermione smiled tiredly, brushing a lock of red hair from his face. Her finger trailed along his jaw. “I think I have a better idea.”