In the Kitchen - 1/1 - Adult - Bill/Fleur
Title: In the Kitchen (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: What was that old saying? Angel in the kitchen and whore in the bedroom? Bill/Fleur.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #13: kitchen.
Word Count: 473.
What was that old saying? Angel in the kitchen and whore in the bedroom?
Bill couldn’t say that applied to Fleur in the slightest. Whore in the bedroom, whore in the kitchen, the bathroom, the garden, the attic… This was really nothing to complain about, though, in Bill’s opinion.
They had been married for two years and had finally moved into their own house, not some pokey little flat where they were constantly fighting for bathroom space. Since they had moved in, Fleur had taken it upon herself to make sure that each room was well and truly broken in.
Bill’s arse pressed against the edge of the kitchen table, Fleur on her knees in front of him and warm mouth wrapped around his cock. His fingers clawed at the table and he groaned, one hand working its way into her hair. “Fuck. That’s it. My perfect little cocksucker.”
He knew she was wet, could smell it already. The worse language he used, the more aroused Fleur became, and he could imagine that her cunt was dripping wet as he spoke to her. This was something that Bill liked to take great advantage of during family meals, when he would lean over and whisper wicked obscenities into her ear, knowing that she was turned on and there was nothing she could do about it.
The moment he had got home from work, Fleur had kissed him hard, pushing him up against the table and working his belt loose with nimble fingers. She’d been on her knees before he could even say hello, tugging down his underwear and running a cool finger along the underside of his cock as she smiled oh-so-innocently up at him.
“That’s it. Suck my cock, slut.” He couldn’t help the things that he said when she took him so deep into her throat that he was practically begging for more. Fleur’s head bobbed along the length of his cock, pulling back to swirl her tongue around the head. Her fine, blonde hair moved against his bare thigh and Bill thrust his hips forward impatiently, feeling close to the edge.
“More,” he ground out, Fleur’s finger running along his perineum and making him shudder. “Such a perfect little whore.” His knuckles turned white as he gripped the table, her finger snaking up to press against his arse.
He came with a grunt, filling her mouth with his release. Bill rested back against the table; it scraped the floor a little with the force of his weight.
A few moments later, Fleur got to her feet, licking her lips. “Did you ’ave a nice day at work?” she asked innocently.
Bill grabbed her arms and pushed her onto the table with a growl, Fleur’s laughter tinkling in his ears. He nipped at her earlobe, pushing her thighs apart. “I’ve had worse.”
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: What was that old saying? Angel in the kitchen and whore in the bedroom? Bill/Fleur.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #13: kitchen.
Word Count: 473.
What was that old saying? Angel in the kitchen and whore in the bedroom?
Bill couldn’t say that applied to Fleur in the slightest. Whore in the bedroom, whore in the kitchen, the bathroom, the garden, the attic… This was really nothing to complain about, though, in Bill’s opinion.
They had been married for two years and had finally moved into their own house, not some pokey little flat where they were constantly fighting for bathroom space. Since they had moved in, Fleur had taken it upon herself to make sure that each room was well and truly broken in.
Bill’s arse pressed against the edge of the kitchen table, Fleur on her knees in front of him and warm mouth wrapped around his cock. His fingers clawed at the table and he groaned, one hand working its way into her hair. “Fuck. That’s it. My perfect little cocksucker.”
He knew she was wet, could smell it already. The worse language he used, the more aroused Fleur became, and he could imagine that her cunt was dripping wet as he spoke to her. This was something that Bill liked to take great advantage of during family meals, when he would lean over and whisper wicked obscenities into her ear, knowing that she was turned on and there was nothing she could do about it.
The moment he had got home from work, Fleur had kissed him hard, pushing him up against the table and working his belt loose with nimble fingers. She’d been on her knees before he could even say hello, tugging down his underwear and running a cool finger along the underside of his cock as she smiled oh-so-innocently up at him.
“That’s it. Suck my cock, slut.” He couldn’t help the things that he said when she took him so deep into her throat that he was practically begging for more. Fleur’s head bobbed along the length of his cock, pulling back to swirl her tongue around the head. Her fine, blonde hair moved against his bare thigh and Bill thrust his hips forward impatiently, feeling close to the edge.
“More,” he ground out, Fleur’s finger running along his perineum and making him shudder. “Such a perfect little whore.” His knuckles turned white as he gripped the table, her finger snaking up to press against his arse.
He came with a grunt, filling her mouth with his release. Bill rested back against the table; it scraped the floor a little with the force of his weight.
A few moments later, Fleur got to her feet, licking her lips. “Did you ’ave a nice day at work?” she asked innocently.
Bill grabbed her arms and pushed her onto the table with a growl, Fleur’s laughter tinkling in his ears. He nipped at her earlobe, pushing her thighs apart. “I’ve had worse.”