Summer Cherries - 1/1 - Adult - Fleur/Hermione
Title: Summer Cherries (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 tries to concentrate on the book that she%u2019s reading and wishes that cherries weren%u2019t in season in the summer when it%u2019s hot and people wear very little clothing. Fleur/Hermione, mention of Bill/Fleur/Hermione.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #37: cherries.
Word Count: 1183.
Fleur doesn’t just eat cherries. She teases them and makes love to them with her mouth as she eats them, licking the dark juice from her lips with a sultry smile on her lips all the while.
Hermione realises that Fleur’s teasing her when she turns away from Fleur and, a moment later, Fleur has two cherries in her bra, pushing against the material of her t-shirt like engorged nipples. When she sees that, the only thing Hermione can think about is taking those cherries into her mouth and sucking them until the juices explode on her tongue and suckling Fleur’s nipples as the French witch cries out and begs for more. She presses her thighs together, trying not to think about that.
Biting her lip, Hermione tries to concentrate on the book that she’s reading and wishes that cherries weren’t in season in the summer when it’s hot and people wear very little clothing. Fleur’s sitting on the floor, a magazine spread out in front of her and a bowl of ripe cherries at her side. She’s wearing a pair of Bill’s boxers and a t-shirt that’s too small. It had been stretched tightly across Fleur’s chest before she’d added the cherries, and now all Hermione wants to do is pull it off her and tell her that, if she’s going to wear a t-shirt that small, she might as well not wear one at all.
Fleur plucks a cherry from the bowl with one hand as she turns the page with her other. Hermione glances at her reading material and her cheeks flush when she realises that it’s porn, two women gyrating against each other in a photograph that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Fleur has always been very forward with her sexuality, something Hermione discovered when Fleur asked her to meet her one evening and Hermione walked in to find her having sex with Bill. They’d invited her to share their bed, something that Hermione had never imagined herself doing, but that proved to be a very satisfactory arrangement.
Hermione closes her book and Fleur looks up at her, looking amused. She lifts the magazine, showing it to Hermione. “What do you theenk of thees?” Fleur grins and picks up another cherry, nibbling on it. “I theenk eet ees vairy sexy.”
The women in the photograph are grinding against each other as they kiss, breasts touching and their nipples rubbing together. Hermione can’t help but think that they look like her and Fleur: one is blonde and the other is a brunette with curly hair. Hermione nods. “Nice,” she says in slightly strained tones.
Fleur offer the bowl to Hermione. “Would you like a cherry? Zey taste wonderful. So juicy.”
Hermione licks her lip, but it’s not the bowl of cherries that she’s looking at when she nods and says, “Yes, please.” She gets down onto the floor, crawling over to Fleur. She reaches out, her hand slipping under Fleur’s tight t-shirt and pulling on the cup of her bra to release the cherry. Hermione removes it and pops it into her mouth with a smile.
“Zat was mine,” Fleur says softly in a tone that Hermione loves.
“Mine now,” she retorts.
Fleur leans across and kisses her, tongue forcing into Hermione’s mouth and retrieving the cherry before sitting back looking satisfied. Hermione makes a disappointed noise and practically launches herself at Fleur, kissing her again as her hand scrabbles at the hem of her t-shirt. “Get this off,” she growls when their lips part, and Fleur helps her pull it up over her head.
“Ees zat better?” Fleur asked with a wicked grin.
There’s still one cherry in her bra, though, but Hermione can see that her other nipple is clearly hard and pressing against the thin material. Hermione cups Fleur’s breasts with her hands as she kisses her, prising the cherry out from her bra. She tugs on the bra’s cup, pulling them to expose Fleur‘s breasts. “You’ve been teasing me.”
“Oui.” Fleur doesn’t even try to deny it, instead looking pleased with herself.
Hermione ducks her head down, mouth closing around one of Fleur’s nipples, teasing the hard bud as Fleur has been doing to the cherries. She knows from experience that the other witch’s breasts are wickedly sensitive and Fleur responds as Hermione imagined she would, letting out a low groan and twisting her fingers into Hermione’s hair.
Hermione’s tongue flicks at the hard nub of Fleur’s nipple and she lifts her head to say, “If you wanted me, you just had to ask.”
Fleur starts to unbutton Hermione’s loose blouse. “But I was ’aving fun. Eet ees vairy amusing to watch you getting all ’ot and bothered and burying your ’ead een your book as you try to ignore me.” Her fingers are slightly sticky from the cherries that she’s been eating, but she manages to get Hermione’s blouse undone, pushing it back over her shoulders. “I could tell zat you were not wearing a bra and I could see your nipples getting ’ard.”
Her fingers skim over Hermione’s bare breasts and Hermione kisses Fleur again, her fingers mimicking the actions that Fleur’s making on her breasts. Fleur tastes like cherries, which isn’t surprising, but Hermione thinks that they taste better from Fleur’s lips. Hermione’s hand dips down under the waistband of the boxers and finds that Fleur’s practically dripping wet. Hermione groans against Fleur’s mouth when she discovers this.
She pushes a finger inside Fleur, tight and warm and impossibly wet, and Fleur tweaks one of Hermione’s nipples in response, rocking her hips against Hermione’s finger. Fleur rides her hand, Hermione adding another finger, her other hand still toying with Fleur’s breast. She starts to kiss down Fleur’s neck and Fleur lets out a throaty groan, squeezing Hermione’s breasts.
Pushing her backwards so that Fleur is lying on the floor, Hermione kisses along Fleur’s collarbone. Fleur writhes beneath her as Hermione fucks her with her fingers. She adds a third finger, taking a nipple into her mouth again. Fleur’s back arches and she whimpers, thrusting her hips up to meet Hermione’s hand. Hermione’s sure that she’s soaking her knickers by now, the noises that Fleur’s making heightening her arousal.
Fleur’s cunt starts to clench around her fingers and Hermione knows that she’s close. Her tongue worries Fleur’s nipple for a moment and she breaks away, gently blowing on the wet skin. That’s enough to push Fleur over the edge and she comes with a grunt, lying limp on the floor.
Hermione kisses a trail back up to Fleur’s mouth, brushing her lips against Fleur’s and smiling softly. “Was that what you wanted?”
“Sometheeng like zat,” Fleur agrees breathless, looking up at Hermione with glazed eyes. “’Owever, zhere ees sometheeng zat I would rather eat zan cherries.”
“Really?” Hermione asks teasingly, raising her eyebrows. “And what would that be?”
Fleur licks her lips, grabbing the top of Hermione’s arms and rolling them so that she’s on top. She looks smugly down at Hermione. “If you cannot guess, I am not going to tell you.”
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 tries to concentrate on the book that she%u2019s reading and wishes that cherries weren%u2019t in season in the summer when it%u2019s hot and people wear very little clothing. Fleur/Hermione, mention of Bill/Fleur/Hermione.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #37: cherries.
Word Count: 1183.
Fleur doesn’t just eat cherries. She teases them and makes love to them with her mouth as she eats them, licking the dark juice from her lips with a sultry smile on her lips all the while.
Hermione realises that Fleur’s teasing her when she turns away from Fleur and, a moment later, Fleur has two cherries in her bra, pushing against the material of her t-shirt like engorged nipples. When she sees that, the only thing Hermione can think about is taking those cherries into her mouth and sucking them until the juices explode on her tongue and suckling Fleur’s nipples as the French witch cries out and begs for more. She presses her thighs together, trying not to think about that.
Biting her lip, Hermione tries to concentrate on the book that she’s reading and wishes that cherries weren’t in season in the summer when it’s hot and people wear very little clothing. Fleur’s sitting on the floor, a magazine spread out in front of her and a bowl of ripe cherries at her side. She’s wearing a pair of Bill’s boxers and a t-shirt that’s too small. It had been stretched tightly across Fleur’s chest before she’d added the cherries, and now all Hermione wants to do is pull it off her and tell her that, if she’s going to wear a t-shirt that small, she might as well not wear one at all.
Fleur plucks a cherry from the bowl with one hand as she turns the page with her other. Hermione glances at her reading material and her cheeks flush when she realises that it’s porn, two women gyrating against each other in a photograph that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Fleur has always been very forward with her sexuality, something Hermione discovered when Fleur asked her to meet her one evening and Hermione walked in to find her having sex with Bill. They’d invited her to share their bed, something that Hermione had never imagined herself doing, but that proved to be a very satisfactory arrangement.
Hermione closes her book and Fleur looks up at her, looking amused. She lifts the magazine, showing it to Hermione. “What do you theenk of thees?” Fleur grins and picks up another cherry, nibbling on it. “I theenk eet ees vairy sexy.”
The women in the photograph are grinding against each other as they kiss, breasts touching and their nipples rubbing together. Hermione can’t help but think that they look like her and Fleur: one is blonde and the other is a brunette with curly hair. Hermione nods. “Nice,” she says in slightly strained tones.
Fleur offer the bowl to Hermione. “Would you like a cherry? Zey taste wonderful. So juicy.”
Hermione licks her lip, but it’s not the bowl of cherries that she’s looking at when she nods and says, “Yes, please.” She gets down onto the floor, crawling over to Fleur. She reaches out, her hand slipping under Fleur’s tight t-shirt and pulling on the cup of her bra to release the cherry. Hermione removes it and pops it into her mouth with a smile.
“Zat was mine,” Fleur says softly in a tone that Hermione loves.
“Mine now,” she retorts.
Fleur leans across and kisses her, tongue forcing into Hermione’s mouth and retrieving the cherry before sitting back looking satisfied. Hermione makes a disappointed noise and practically launches herself at Fleur, kissing her again as her hand scrabbles at the hem of her t-shirt. “Get this off,” she growls when their lips part, and Fleur helps her pull it up over her head.
“Ees zat better?” Fleur asked with a wicked grin.
There’s still one cherry in her bra, though, but Hermione can see that her other nipple is clearly hard and pressing against the thin material. Hermione cups Fleur’s breasts with her hands as she kisses her, prising the cherry out from her bra. She tugs on the bra’s cup, pulling them to expose Fleur‘s breasts. “You’ve been teasing me.”
“Oui.” Fleur doesn’t even try to deny it, instead looking pleased with herself.
Hermione ducks her head down, mouth closing around one of Fleur’s nipples, teasing the hard bud as Fleur has been doing to the cherries. She knows from experience that the other witch’s breasts are wickedly sensitive and Fleur responds as Hermione imagined she would, letting out a low groan and twisting her fingers into Hermione’s hair.
Hermione’s tongue flicks at the hard nub of Fleur’s nipple and she lifts her head to say, “If you wanted me, you just had to ask.”
Fleur starts to unbutton Hermione’s loose blouse. “But I was ’aving fun. Eet ees vairy amusing to watch you getting all ’ot and bothered and burying your ’ead een your book as you try to ignore me.” Her fingers are slightly sticky from the cherries that she’s been eating, but she manages to get Hermione’s blouse undone, pushing it back over her shoulders. “I could tell zat you were not wearing a bra and I could see your nipples getting ’ard.”
Her fingers skim over Hermione’s bare breasts and Hermione kisses Fleur again, her fingers mimicking the actions that Fleur’s making on her breasts. Fleur tastes like cherries, which isn’t surprising, but Hermione thinks that they taste better from Fleur’s lips. Hermione’s hand dips down under the waistband of the boxers and finds that Fleur’s practically dripping wet. Hermione groans against Fleur’s mouth when she discovers this.
She pushes a finger inside Fleur, tight and warm and impossibly wet, and Fleur tweaks one of Hermione’s nipples in response, rocking her hips against Hermione’s finger. Fleur rides her hand, Hermione adding another finger, her other hand still toying with Fleur’s breast. She starts to kiss down Fleur’s neck and Fleur lets out a throaty groan, squeezing Hermione’s breasts.
Pushing her backwards so that Fleur is lying on the floor, Hermione kisses along Fleur’s collarbone. Fleur writhes beneath her as Hermione fucks her with her fingers. She adds a third finger, taking a nipple into her mouth again. Fleur’s back arches and she whimpers, thrusting her hips up to meet Hermione’s hand. Hermione’s sure that she’s soaking her knickers by now, the noises that Fleur’s making heightening her arousal.
Fleur’s cunt starts to clench around her fingers and Hermione knows that she’s close. Her tongue worries Fleur’s nipple for a moment and she breaks away, gently blowing on the wet skin. That’s enough to push Fleur over the edge and she comes with a grunt, lying limp on the floor.
Hermione kisses a trail back up to Fleur’s mouth, brushing her lips against Fleur’s and smiling softly. “Was that what you wanted?”
“Sometheeng like zat,” Fleur agrees breathless, looking up at Hermione with glazed eyes. “’Owever, zhere ees sometheeng zat I would rather eat zan cherries.”
“Really?” Hermione asks teasingly, raising her eyebrows. “And what would that be?”
Fleur licks her lips, grabbing the top of Hermione’s arms and rolling them so that she’s on top. She looks smugly down at Hermione. “If you cannot guess, I am not going to tell you.”