Hot Bodies - 1/1 - Adult - Fleur/Hermione/Weasleys
Title: Hot Bodies (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: The Weasleys introduce Hermione to a family tradition. Hermione/Fleur/Weasleys.
Warnings: Femmeslash, mention of slash, Weasleycest, rimming, oral.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #66: bad and for the books_freckles Smutty Summer Alphabet Challenge - the word was 'oral'.
Word Count: 1494.
When Ginny slips the blindfold over Hermione’s eyes with a laugh, Hermione groans, wondering what they have in store for her. It’s her twenty-birthday and it’s nearly the end of the party. Almost all the guests have gone, save for Ginny and her family, which is obviously because the party is being held at the Burrow.
Obviously.
“Ginny, what are you doing?” she asks with a sigh, too tired and a little bit too tipsy to bother stopping her.
“It’s tradition in this house. And we’re going to end this party on a high.” Something about the tone of her voice tells Hermione that she is grinning. Hermione feels a bit nervous when she hears that, especially when Ginny slips her hand into Hermione’s, her fingers cool and soft, leading her up the stairs.
Nearly stumbling over a step, Hermione scowls and asks, “Couldn’t you have put the blindfold on me after we got up the stairs?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Ginny teases, catching hold of her elbow.
Disorientated from the blindfold and the alcohol she had been drinking, Hermione isn’t sure where she is being taken. She realises that she must have gone through a doorway when she hears a door close.
A voice drawls, “Well, here’s the birthday girl. We can get started.”
“Bill?” Hermione asks tentatively, licking her lips.
“Oui. Eet ees ‘im.” That is definitely Fleur, the accent unmistakable. “We are all ’ere.”
Hermione feels her stomach go funny. “All?” she repeats.
“All,” Ginny confirms.
Hermione smells firewhiskey and coke for a moment before Ginny kisses her, her lips soft. She gasps in surprise, Ginny taking advantage of her open mouth to kiss her thoroughly, her tongue slipping through Hermione’s parted lips. Hermione has never kissed another girl before and she isn’t sure whether she is more surprised at how it is like kissing anyone else or how much she likes it. Instinctively, her hands go to Ginny’s hips, tugging her closer as she starts to feel a flush of hot desire spread through her.
“Oi, enough of that,” one of the twins chides.
“Time for that later,” the other adds.
Slim fingers start to tug down the zip of Hermione’s dress and, breathing in, she can smell delicate perfume, which means that it’s Fleur. “Just relax,” the French witch assures her. “Thees will all be vairy enjoyable. Trust me.” She pulls down Hermione’s dress, Ginny taking hold of Hermione’s hands to stop her from interrupting Fleur.
Her dress, bought specially for the party, is too low-cut for a bra, so Hermione has gone without. She remembers this as the dress pools around her ankles, leaving her just in her knickers. Embarrassed and a blush spreading over her cheeks, Hermione tries to cover her chest but Ginny just spread her arms wide.
“Nothing t’be ashamed of,” a voice murmurs by Hermione’s ear. “You’ve got fucking fantastic tits.” Her heart beats faster as she recognises Charlie’s voice, his stubble scratching her skin as he nuzzles her neck, gently kissing and biting the skin. They really were all there, weren’t they?
Charlie’s hand - she is sure it is his, although it could have been one of his brothers - cups a breast, squeezing roughly and making her cry out in surprise. “If I ask nicely,” Charlie says softly in her ear, “can I fuck them later? They look just right and I’ve always wanted to give a girl a pearl necklace on her birthday.”
Hermione swallows, wishing that his words aren’t turning her on so much. She knows that Charlie has a fouler mouth than even Ron, but she had no idea that he can be so… She isn’t sure that she could define what exactly Charlie is.
Hands guide her to a bed and she sits down, lips immediately starting to kiss her neck, a hot body pressing on either side of her. The twins, she thinks vaguely as someone kisses her, smoky and intense. Her hands reach up, tangling in long hair that has to belong to Bill. Hermione groans as he pulls away, only to have a mouth latch onto one of her nipples, teasing the hard nib with a hot tongue.
“Zay are good, yes?” Fleur asks sounding breathless. “Are you enjoying your birthday present?”
Hands that she’s sure are Ginny’s curl around the edge of Hermione knickers and, too caught up in the sensations of the mouths on her skin, just lifts her hips to help her pull them down. “Why?” she manages to choke out.
“We’re a very close family.” That is Ron’s voice and, as the mouth has detached from her breast, she thinks it must be him. “And you’re practically family, so we thought we’d share it with you.” He starts to kiss down her chest and belly, four or five hands pulling her legs apart and exposing her to them. She’s wet and she knows it, even though this can’t be right.
Ron’s fingers spread her folds open and Hermione moans at the touch, someone kissing her and swallowing the sound. She thinks it’s Fleur when she tastes orange juice, whimpering into her soft mouth when Ron’s tongue curls around her clit, her hips jerking.
Hermione can’t keep track of where everyone is. Ron’s between her thighs and the twins are sucking on her tits - tits sounds more appropriate than breasts in this situation, she decides, although it’s increasingly difficult to analyse the situation - and Fleur is kissing her so hard she feels light-headed.
She sighs, head falling back as Fleur breaks away and Ron kisses a wet trail down her thigh and away from the places where she wants his mouth. There is definite movement a moment later, and then someone else is going down on her, tongue caressing her folds and circling her entrance. She knows it’s Charlie when she feels his stubble graze her thigh.
Charlie teases her pussy with his tongue, pushing a finger into her and pumping it gently in and out, enough to have her rocking her hips towards him with need. When the twins break away from her Hermione moans in disappointment, her body desperately needing their touch. She falls back onto the bed as Charlie’s finger touches the right spot inside her, pushing her over the edge.
Her breathing’s hard, but this doesn’t seem to be the end, even as she lies there shaking slightly, her body buzzing with pleasure. Someone pushes her legs further apart, planting the soles of her feet on the bed. The weight on the bed shifts and Hermione can feel someone over her, the smell of feminine arousal heady in the air around her. Hermione cautiously sticks her tongue out, licking wet skin. Ginny groans and Hermione knows it’s her; she lifts her head slightly to get a better angle, experimentally probing the younger witch’s cunt with her tongue.
She guesses that it’s Ginny when another mouth starts to explore her throbbing cunt, carefully staying away from her sensitive clit. The two witches are absorbed in each other until Hermione hears the sound of flesh on flesh and can only imagine what the others are doing.
Impatiently, she reaches up, tugging off her blindfold, although it doesn’t do any good as she can only see Ginny. Hermione whimpers as she feels another mouth, a tongue confidently circling her arse, massaging the tight ring of muscles. Her hips buck involuntarily and Hermione’s tongue finds Ginny’s clit, swirling over it and trying to copy what Ginny is doing to her.
“Do you like what Fleur’s doing?” Charlie asks beside her. Hermione’s eyes flick over to the side and he’s watching her, hand stroking his cock. “She’s rimming your arse and Bill’s fucking her at the same time. Wish you could see them. Maybe you will, later.” He smirks at her. “You don’t even want to know what the twins are doing to Ron. Naughty boys.”
Fleur gently pushes a finger into Hermione’s arse, stretching her and making her whimper against Ginny’s cunt. Hermione’s tongue works almost desperately on Ginny and, a moment later, she hears Ginny’s muffled cry as the witch comes, covering Hermione’s face with her release.
Her finger working in and out of Hermione’s arse, Fleur takes over Ginny cunt-licking duties and Ginny rolls off Hermione. Charlie instantly moves in, kissing her, tongue swiping over her lower lip and begging for entry.
Fleur sucks on her clit and Hermione whimpers, half pushing Charlie away and half pulling him closer because she can’t take the intensity anymore. Hermione falls apart with a sob, her body tensing and pulsating as her second orgasm forcefully washes over her. Charlie kisses her face, her cheeks, her forehead, surprisingly tender for such a rough man.
“I’m still going to fuck your tits later,” he whispers, though, and Hermione, with her eyes closed and heart pounding in her chest, can only nod.
Ginny presses a kiss to her temple. “Happy birthday, Hermione.”
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: The Weasleys introduce Hermione to a family tradition. Hermione/Fleur/Weasleys.
Warnings: Femmeslash, mention of slash, Weasleycest, rimming, oral.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #66: bad and for the books_freckles Smutty Summer Alphabet Challenge - the word was 'oral'.
Word Count: 1494.
When Ginny slips the blindfold over Hermione’s eyes with a laugh, Hermione groans, wondering what they have in store for her. It’s her twenty-birthday and it’s nearly the end of the party. Almost all the guests have gone, save for Ginny and her family, which is obviously because the party is being held at the Burrow.
Obviously.
“Ginny, what are you doing?” she asks with a sigh, too tired and a little bit too tipsy to bother stopping her.
“It’s tradition in this house. And we’re going to end this party on a high.” Something about the tone of her voice tells Hermione that she is grinning. Hermione feels a bit nervous when she hears that, especially when Ginny slips her hand into Hermione’s, her fingers cool and soft, leading her up the stairs.
Nearly stumbling over a step, Hermione scowls and asks, “Couldn’t you have put the blindfold on me after we got up the stairs?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Ginny teases, catching hold of her elbow.
Disorientated from the blindfold and the alcohol she had been drinking, Hermione isn’t sure where she is being taken. She realises that she must have gone through a doorway when she hears a door close.
A voice drawls, “Well, here’s the birthday girl. We can get started.”
“Bill?” Hermione asks tentatively, licking her lips.
“Oui. Eet ees ‘im.” That is definitely Fleur, the accent unmistakable. “We are all ’ere.”
Hermione feels her stomach go funny. “All?” she repeats.
“All,” Ginny confirms.
Hermione smells firewhiskey and coke for a moment before Ginny kisses her, her lips soft. She gasps in surprise, Ginny taking advantage of her open mouth to kiss her thoroughly, her tongue slipping through Hermione’s parted lips. Hermione has never kissed another girl before and she isn’t sure whether she is more surprised at how it is like kissing anyone else or how much she likes it. Instinctively, her hands go to Ginny’s hips, tugging her closer as she starts to feel a flush of hot desire spread through her.
“Oi, enough of that,” one of the twins chides.
“Time for that later,” the other adds.
Slim fingers start to tug down the zip of Hermione’s dress and, breathing in, she can smell delicate perfume, which means that it’s Fleur. “Just relax,” the French witch assures her. “Thees will all be vairy enjoyable. Trust me.” She pulls down Hermione’s dress, Ginny taking hold of Hermione’s hands to stop her from interrupting Fleur.
Her dress, bought specially for the party, is too low-cut for a bra, so Hermione has gone without. She remembers this as the dress pools around her ankles, leaving her just in her knickers. Embarrassed and a blush spreading over her cheeks, Hermione tries to cover her chest but Ginny just spread her arms wide.
“Nothing t’be ashamed of,” a voice murmurs by Hermione’s ear. “You’ve got fucking fantastic tits.” Her heart beats faster as she recognises Charlie’s voice, his stubble scratching her skin as he nuzzles her neck, gently kissing and biting the skin. They really were all there, weren’t they?
Charlie’s hand - she is sure it is his, although it could have been one of his brothers - cups a breast, squeezing roughly and making her cry out in surprise. “If I ask nicely,” Charlie says softly in her ear, “can I fuck them later? They look just right and I’ve always wanted to give a girl a pearl necklace on her birthday.”
Hermione swallows, wishing that his words aren’t turning her on so much. She knows that Charlie has a fouler mouth than even Ron, but she had no idea that he can be so… She isn’t sure that she could define what exactly Charlie is.
Hands guide her to a bed and she sits down, lips immediately starting to kiss her neck, a hot body pressing on either side of her. The twins, she thinks vaguely as someone kisses her, smoky and intense. Her hands reach up, tangling in long hair that has to belong to Bill. Hermione groans as he pulls away, only to have a mouth latch onto one of her nipples, teasing the hard nib with a hot tongue.
“Zay are good, yes?” Fleur asks sounding breathless. “Are you enjoying your birthday present?”
Hands that she’s sure are Ginny’s curl around the edge of Hermione knickers and, too caught up in the sensations of the mouths on her skin, just lifts her hips to help her pull them down. “Why?” she manages to choke out.
“We’re a very close family.” That is Ron’s voice and, as the mouth has detached from her breast, she thinks it must be him. “And you’re practically family, so we thought we’d share it with you.” He starts to kiss down her chest and belly, four or five hands pulling her legs apart and exposing her to them. She’s wet and she knows it, even though this can’t be right.
Ron’s fingers spread her folds open and Hermione moans at the touch, someone kissing her and swallowing the sound. She thinks it’s Fleur when she tastes orange juice, whimpering into her soft mouth when Ron’s tongue curls around her clit, her hips jerking.
Hermione can’t keep track of where everyone is. Ron’s between her thighs and the twins are sucking on her tits - tits sounds more appropriate than breasts in this situation, she decides, although it’s increasingly difficult to analyse the situation - and Fleur is kissing her so hard she feels light-headed.
She sighs, head falling back as Fleur breaks away and Ron kisses a wet trail down her thigh and away from the places where she wants his mouth. There is definite movement a moment later, and then someone else is going down on her, tongue caressing her folds and circling her entrance. She knows it’s Charlie when she feels his stubble graze her thigh.
Charlie teases her pussy with his tongue, pushing a finger into her and pumping it gently in and out, enough to have her rocking her hips towards him with need. When the twins break away from her Hermione moans in disappointment, her body desperately needing their touch. She falls back onto the bed as Charlie’s finger touches the right spot inside her, pushing her over the edge.
Her breathing’s hard, but this doesn’t seem to be the end, even as she lies there shaking slightly, her body buzzing with pleasure. Someone pushes her legs further apart, planting the soles of her feet on the bed. The weight on the bed shifts and Hermione can feel someone over her, the smell of feminine arousal heady in the air around her. Hermione cautiously sticks her tongue out, licking wet skin. Ginny groans and Hermione knows it’s her; she lifts her head slightly to get a better angle, experimentally probing the younger witch’s cunt with her tongue.
She guesses that it’s Ginny when another mouth starts to explore her throbbing cunt, carefully staying away from her sensitive clit. The two witches are absorbed in each other until Hermione hears the sound of flesh on flesh and can only imagine what the others are doing.
Impatiently, she reaches up, tugging off her blindfold, although it doesn’t do any good as she can only see Ginny. Hermione whimpers as she feels another mouth, a tongue confidently circling her arse, massaging the tight ring of muscles. Her hips buck involuntarily and Hermione’s tongue finds Ginny’s clit, swirling over it and trying to copy what Ginny is doing to her.
“Do you like what Fleur’s doing?” Charlie asks beside her. Hermione’s eyes flick over to the side and he’s watching her, hand stroking his cock. “She’s rimming your arse and Bill’s fucking her at the same time. Wish you could see them. Maybe you will, later.” He smirks at her. “You don’t even want to know what the twins are doing to Ron. Naughty boys.”
Fleur gently pushes a finger into Hermione’s arse, stretching her and making her whimper against Ginny’s cunt. Hermione’s tongue works almost desperately on Ginny and, a moment later, she hears Ginny’s muffled cry as the witch comes, covering Hermione’s face with her release.
Her finger working in and out of Hermione’s arse, Fleur takes over Ginny cunt-licking duties and Ginny rolls off Hermione. Charlie instantly moves in, kissing her, tongue swiping over her lower lip and begging for entry.
Fleur sucks on her clit and Hermione whimpers, half pushing Charlie away and half pulling him closer because she can’t take the intensity anymore. Hermione falls apart with a sob, her body tensing and pulsating as her second orgasm forcefully washes over her. Charlie kisses her face, her cheeks, her forehead, surprisingly tender for such a rough man.
“I’m still going to fuck your tits later,” he whispers, though, and Hermione, with her eyes closed and heart pounding in her chest, can only nod.
Ginny presses a kiss to her temple. “Happy birthday, Hermione.”