Choice Selection - 1/1 - Adult - Bill/Fleur/Hermione
Title: Choice Selection (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: Fleur suggests to Bill that they live out one of their fantasies. Bill/Fleur/Hermione.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #53: threesome and 50_smutlets prompt #37: fantasy.
Word Count: 500.
Fleur nudged Bill, not even looking at him, her eyes fixed on someone else across the room. “Bill?”
“Yeah?” Bill took a sip of his drink, glancing at Fleur. She seemed a little flushed.
“Do you remember ’ow we were talking about our fantasies?”
Bill swallowed. Oh, yes. He remembered that conversation, sweaty and naked after great sex where Fleur had quite explicitly revealed a few things she’d always wanted to try in the bedroom.
His cock had been particularly interested in some of them, rising back to attention with Fleur stroking it as he revealed a few choice desires of his own.
“Yeah, why?”
“You said zat you would like another person in our bed, but zat I could choose.”
Bill licked his lips: they felt suddenly dry. “There’s someone that you want?” Fuck. Just the thought that Fleur could have chosen someone was starting to make him hard, which really wasn’t appropriate during for his parents’ thirtieth wedding anniversary party.
“Oui.” Fleur turned to look at him for the first time, a smile playing on her lips. “I would like ’er.”
Her. It was a her. A woman. Bill looked over at Fleur’s target, and was sure that his heart leapt to his throat for a moment. “Her? That… that’s Hermione Granger.”
Fleur nodded, apparently already aware of that. “She ’as certainly blossomed, oui?”
Bill nodded, a little surprised at Fleur’s choice, but still interested. Hermione had definitely ‘blossomed’, as Fleur put it. She was curvier than Fleur, her hair still curly, but a little more tamed. Hermione had certainly caught the eye of several guests, too, radiating a quiet confidence.
Fleur put her arm on Bill’s arm. “What shall we do with ’er?” she asked softly.
“You think she’d say yes?” Bill shifted slightly, hoping his robes would be able to hide his growing erection.
“Mmmm. Oui. I theenk we can be vairy persuasive.” Fleur’s tongue ran along her lower lip. “I would like to see ’er riding you. She would be magnifique, oui?”
Bill nodded. “Yeah.” He could picture Hermione over him, breasts swaying as she moved, cunt clenching around him. He took a quick sip of his drink, hoping to hide his small moan.
“Per’aps,” Fleur murmured, moving around Bill, her fingers trailing over his shoulders, “you would like ’er to suck you? She ’as vairy pretty lips. I theenk I would like to see zem around your cock.” Fleur kissed his cheek. “And while she does zat, I could taste ’er.”
She purred in approval; Bill swallowed, feeling a little hot under the collar. Fleur hadn’t even touched him and he was hard as a rock. Breathing in, he was sure that he could smell her arousal, too. It was moments like this when he felt strangely proud of his wife.
Hermione glanced over at them and did something that Bill hadn’t expected. She winked.
“Fleur,” he asked stiffly.
Fleur laughed softly. “I ’oped zat you would approve, so I spoke with ’er earlier.”
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: Fleur suggests to Bill that they live out one of their fantasies. Bill/Fleur/Hermione.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #53: threesome and 50_smutlets prompt #37: fantasy.
Word Count: 500.
Fleur nudged Bill, not even looking at him, her eyes fixed on someone else across the room. “Bill?”
“Yeah?” Bill took a sip of his drink, glancing at Fleur. She seemed a little flushed.
“Do you remember ’ow we were talking about our fantasies?”
Bill swallowed. Oh, yes. He remembered that conversation, sweaty and naked after great sex where Fleur had quite explicitly revealed a few things she’d always wanted to try in the bedroom.
His cock had been particularly interested in some of them, rising back to attention with Fleur stroking it as he revealed a few choice desires of his own.
“Yeah, why?”
“You said zat you would like another person in our bed, but zat I could choose.”
Bill licked his lips: they felt suddenly dry. “There’s someone that you want?” Fuck. Just the thought that Fleur could have chosen someone was starting to make him hard, which really wasn’t appropriate during for his parents’ thirtieth wedding anniversary party.
“Oui.” Fleur turned to look at him for the first time, a smile playing on her lips. “I would like ’er.”
Her. It was a her. A woman. Bill looked over at Fleur’s target, and was sure that his heart leapt to his throat for a moment. “Her? That… that’s Hermione Granger.”
Fleur nodded, apparently already aware of that. “She ’as certainly blossomed, oui?”
Bill nodded, a little surprised at Fleur’s choice, but still interested. Hermione had definitely ‘blossomed’, as Fleur put it. She was curvier than Fleur, her hair still curly, but a little more tamed. Hermione had certainly caught the eye of several guests, too, radiating a quiet confidence.
Fleur put her arm on Bill’s arm. “What shall we do with ’er?” she asked softly.
“You think she’d say yes?” Bill shifted slightly, hoping his robes would be able to hide his growing erection.
“Mmmm. Oui. I theenk we can be vairy persuasive.” Fleur’s tongue ran along her lower lip. “I would like to see ’er riding you. She would be magnifique, oui?”
Bill nodded. “Yeah.” He could picture Hermione over him, breasts swaying as she moved, cunt clenching around him. He took a quick sip of his drink, hoping to hide his small moan.
“Per’aps,” Fleur murmured, moving around Bill, her fingers trailing over his shoulders, “you would like ’er to suck you? She ’as vairy pretty lips. I theenk I would like to see zem around your cock.” Fleur kissed his cheek. “And while she does zat, I could taste ’er.”
She purred in approval; Bill swallowed, feeling a little hot under the collar. Fleur hadn’t even touched him and he was hard as a rock. Breathing in, he was sure that he could smell her arousal, too. It was moments like this when he felt strangely proud of his wife.
Hermione glanced over at them and did something that Bill hadn’t expected. She winked.
“Fleur,” he asked stiffly.
Fleur laughed softly. “I ’oped zat you would approve, so I spoke with ’er earlier.”