fic: Caught
Title: Caught
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,885
Summary: It was suddenly extremely apparent why Lily was sorted into Slytherin.
Notes: Written for my Aussie Aid campaign and for softly_sweetly, based off her insane desire for Harry/Lily Luna with the prompt of "facial". *facepalm* I think…and this is saying something for me…that this is the dirtiest thing I have ever written in my life. You have been warned.
Thanks to my wonderful beta nolagal for being squicked but still helping me out. xD
Harry brushed his hair back with a shaking grip, tugging slightly before releasing it with a sigh. His entire body was weathered from the stress of obsession, and he ached from the overwhelming, horrifying desire throbbing through his veins.
It was unhealthy, he knew. It was morally disgusting, and he understood that. Just a touch would land him in Azkaban for the rest of his life if he acted on the desire in any way. And yet, despite his concrete understanding of what he knew to be improper and disgusting, Harry couldn't stop thinking about her. His daughter. Lily.
It had seemingly happened overnight. Once upon a time, Harry could look at Lily with doting fatherly compassion, could embrace her after she won a Quidditch match, could sit on the edge of her bed at night without shifting in uncomfortable turmoil. Perhaps it was because Lily was no longer a child, and the slim, lithe lines of her body drew a woman's figure. Supple breasts developed, she chopped off her hair into a short bob of red curls, and started dating. Though Harry rarely approved of her boyfriends, he had never really thought about why he couldn't come to terms with her obvious shift into adulthood.
Then, he saw something he shouldn't have. Something that changed everything.
One evening, Harry Apparated home late. It was Friday night, and the house was quiet. Albus had just moved out to his own flat in Wizarding London, and James had long been away studying dragon behavior with Charlie in Romania; it was natural to find Lily out with friends and his wife fast asleep. So Harry fixed himself a shot of Firewhiskey to calm his nerves; after the kind of hectic day he had managed to get through at the Ministry, he contemplated a second shot and took it almost immediately after, sighing as it burned all the way down. Once settled, he climbed the stairs and made his way down the long hallway towards the master bedroom. But a noise in Lily's room gave him reason to pause.
A moan. One single, lilting, pained moan.
Harry was no stranger to that sound, and though he knew exactly what it meant, he preyed on the idea that Lily might be hurt, that he should check on her to ensure she was safe. He was an Auror. That's what he was meant to do.
When he pushed open Lily's door as silently and slightly as he dared, Harry saw his daughter spread out on her bed, legs parted and a simple nightshirt shoved up to reveal her breasts. Her panties were currently dangling off her right ankle as she spread herself and arched over the bed.
Harry knew beyond any reasonable doubt that he should have walked away. Instead, he gaped and panted against the threshold of her room like some feral beast in heat, and cupped his balls to release some of the pressure he felt swelling in them. Watching Lily, Harry's dick hardened under his Ministry robes making him long to wank somewhere private, to memorize the curves of his daughter's sleek form sprawled out before him, to envision the dark scene and play it out over and over in his mind while he jerked himself raw.
It would be easy, he imagined, to push the door open another inch, slip in unnoticed, and move to his daughter's bed. Simple enough to reach forward, brush his calloused fingers over the supple length of her spread thighs, and then press a single digit into her slick, wet heat.
She would be startled, but oh so desperately tight that it wouldn't matter. Harry would climb over her, nudge his muscular thighs under her more slender ones, and would guide his dick into her body in one swift sheathing. She would moan and reach for him in the darkness, and he would glide in and out, shove himself until his balls smacked her bare ass. He would pull out when he was ready, when it became unbearable, and he would straddle her warm chest and come in his daughter's parted, panting mouth.
"Harry, what are you doing?"
Ginny's concerned whisper startled Harry out of his reverie. He had enough time to hear Lily's gasp of shock before he had slammed the door closed and turned to face his wife. Ginny's eyes were half-lidded, her hair and robes in disarray-clearly, she had just woken from a deep sleep.
"I was, uh, checking in on Lil before bed," Harry said, feeling his cheeks burn. "Didn't mean to wake you."
"S'alright," Ginny slurred. "You're all sweaty-tough day at work?"
"Yeah," Harry said. "You wouldn't believe it."
After settling Ginny back in bed, Harry excused himself, citing some paperwork that had to be completed and threw himself in the chair near the fireplace in their small downstairs den. The last thing he needed was more warmth on his body to overheat him, but Harry wasn't prepared to sleep with Ginny now that he'd brazenly watched their daughter masturbating in her room.
Running his hands through his hair for the hundredth time, Harry reached for the Firewhiskey and felt his fingers trembling. His gaze rose to the figure leaning against the doorway, her hips cocked and nightshirt barely beginning to cover the pale flesh of her thighs.
"Are you busy, Dad?" Lily asked, folding her arms. Through the haze of alcohol, Harry just made out the delicate quirk of a red brow. "I wouldn't normally bother you. It's only you got a bit of a show earlier…and I think it's only fair you return the favor."
Of all the things Harry had expected his daughter to say, asking to watch him jerk off was certainly not one of them. Harry's mouth bobbed open and his chest heaved with a deep, withered breath. Unable to speak, he just floundered against the silence, which dragged on for so long he felt stupid trying to break it.
Lily chuckled, her voice a warm, throaty waltz through the air. "You're blushing. It's quite attractive, you know, when I'm in control."
Moving towards Harry, Lily sauntered with the grace of a woman twice her age. Just a year out of Hogwarts, her youthful body curved in all the right places, hips swaying. The bob of curls on her head bounced as she took the last step between them in stride and slipped her knee between Harry's thighs. Stiffening, Harry dropped the bottle of Firewhiskey. It tumbled to the floor, staining the carpet with the remnants of the dark, amber liquid.
"What are you doing, Lil?" he managed to croak.
"Seducing you," Lily said coolly. "You weren't thinking you'd get a free show, were you? Daddy, I wasn't sorted in Slytherin by accident."
Carefully, Lily hoisted herself up and into Harry's lap, one knee between Harry's thighs and her other leg propped up on the armrest. The moment her legs spread, Harry could smell the scent of her and couldn't stop the grunt that slipped from his parched lips.
"Mm, sounds like you've been interested for longer than I have," she whispered, her lips brushing over Harry's cheek.
"No," Harry lied, closing his eyes to try and stop the world from spinning. "I've never-"
"You're hard." Lily's palm pressed to her father's erection, massaging it through his robes. "I bet you'll come faster than some of my boyfriends."
Harry shuddered. Lily's fingers wound through his hair and tugged his head back firmly. When he opened his eyes, he watched her pink tongue dart over her swollen, red lips. Her free hand found his and guided his trembling fingers against her wetness. Harry groaned, knowing she hadn't even worn her knickers.
"Bloody fuck, that's good," Lily hummed, tipping her own head back. "Do you want to taste? I know I want to taste you."
Harry lost the last remnants of his willpower when Lily said those words. With a groan that caught in the back of his throat, Harry grabbed his daughter's hips and hauled her upwards. With a soft shriek, she clawed at the wall for support and struggled to find her footing. Once her feet were firmly settled on the armrests and she stood on the chair, Harry was faced with exactly what he wanted.
Leaning forward, Harry pried apart his daughter's wet, swollen lips and flicked his tongue along her clit. Lily gasped, her toes curling against the armrests, bucking against his mouth wildly. Harry had to grip her hips to keep them still, but the harder he worked his tongue against her, the more she flailed and cursed and whined for him. Finally, it had driven him past the brink of madness to have Lily rolling into his mouth as he sucked on her clit, so Harry pulled away and flipped Lily easily, settling her into his lap.
Harry's hands roamed over her body until two fingers found her opening and pressed inside. Lily writhed against him and reached behind to try and undo his fly.
"Sit still," he growled, then bit at his daughter's neck.
Lily moaned. "Again," she begged, arching into him. "Again, please."
Harry's fingers probed deeper as he bit down against the place where her neck curved delicately into her shoulder and when he sucked, he felt Lily shudder against him. Squirming a bit beneath her, Harry managed to free his cock with one hand. This time, when Lily reached for him, he let her maneuver a bit so she could guide his cock. Just having her fingers curled around it was enough.
Without warning, Lily arched forward, pushed her ass out, and slid her body over Harry's swollen cock until her ass rested against him.
"Fuck," Harry cursed, watching his daughter's fingers grip the armrests for support.
"Yes," Lily demanded, wriggling. "Fuck."
It only took several minutes of pounding into Lily before her prophecy came true-Harry needed release. Pulling out of her, Harry guided his daughter to the floor. As if she knew exactly what he needed, Lily crawled on her hands and knees towards him and took control of his dick.
Several strong pumps later, Harry came on her face. Lily gasped wordlessly and licked at him, mouthing up and down his shaft as he coated her lips, cheeks, and chin. And then, for good measure, Lily went down on Harry until he was grunting into his own fist, biting his knuckles to keep from screaming her name.
When Lily had finally licked him clean, she pulled back to survey the damage and grinned up at him. Able to read the exhaustion on his face, she clucked at him and waggled a single, delicate finger.
"Did I say it was over yet?" she whispered.
"No," Harry groaned, reaching out to grip her hair. With a firm tug, she crawled back into his lap. "What do you want?"
"I want to ride your fingers until I come so hard it drips down your wrist and pools in your palm." She nipped her father's lips with a purr. "And then I want you to take my ass and come inside me."
It was then that Harry knew why his daughter had been sorted into Slytherin-it was extremely apparent that she would get everything she demanded.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,885
Summary: It was suddenly extremely apparent why Lily was sorted into Slytherin.
Notes: Written for my Aussie Aid campaign and for softly_sweetly, based off her insane desire for Harry/Lily Luna with the prompt of "facial". *facepalm* I think…and this is saying something for me…that this is the dirtiest thing I have ever written in my life. You have been warned.
Thanks to my wonderful beta nolagal for being squicked but still helping me out. xD
Harry brushed his hair back with a shaking grip, tugging slightly before releasing it with a sigh. His entire body was weathered from the stress of obsession, and he ached from the overwhelming, horrifying desire throbbing through his veins.
It was unhealthy, he knew. It was morally disgusting, and he understood that. Just a touch would land him in Azkaban for the rest of his life if he acted on the desire in any way. And yet, despite his concrete understanding of what he knew to be improper and disgusting, Harry couldn't stop thinking about her. His daughter. Lily.
It had seemingly happened overnight. Once upon a time, Harry could look at Lily with doting fatherly compassion, could embrace her after she won a Quidditch match, could sit on the edge of her bed at night without shifting in uncomfortable turmoil. Perhaps it was because Lily was no longer a child, and the slim, lithe lines of her body drew a woman's figure. Supple breasts developed, she chopped off her hair into a short bob of red curls, and started dating. Though Harry rarely approved of her boyfriends, he had never really thought about why he couldn't come to terms with her obvious shift into adulthood.
Then, he saw something he shouldn't have. Something that changed everything.
One evening, Harry Apparated home late. It was Friday night, and the house was quiet. Albus had just moved out to his own flat in Wizarding London, and James had long been away studying dragon behavior with Charlie in Romania; it was natural to find Lily out with friends and his wife fast asleep. So Harry fixed himself a shot of Firewhiskey to calm his nerves; after the kind of hectic day he had managed to get through at the Ministry, he contemplated a second shot and took it almost immediately after, sighing as it burned all the way down. Once settled, he climbed the stairs and made his way down the long hallway towards the master bedroom. But a noise in Lily's room gave him reason to pause.
A moan. One single, lilting, pained moan.
Harry was no stranger to that sound, and though he knew exactly what it meant, he preyed on the idea that Lily might be hurt, that he should check on her to ensure she was safe. He was an Auror. That's what he was meant to do.
When he pushed open Lily's door as silently and slightly as he dared, Harry saw his daughter spread out on her bed, legs parted and a simple nightshirt shoved up to reveal her breasts. Her panties were currently dangling off her right ankle as she spread herself and arched over the bed.
Harry knew beyond any reasonable doubt that he should have walked away. Instead, he gaped and panted against the threshold of her room like some feral beast in heat, and cupped his balls to release some of the pressure he felt swelling in them. Watching Lily, Harry's dick hardened under his Ministry robes making him long to wank somewhere private, to memorize the curves of his daughter's sleek form sprawled out before him, to envision the dark scene and play it out over and over in his mind while he jerked himself raw.
It would be easy, he imagined, to push the door open another inch, slip in unnoticed, and move to his daughter's bed. Simple enough to reach forward, brush his calloused fingers over the supple length of her spread thighs, and then press a single digit into her slick, wet heat.
She would be startled, but oh so desperately tight that it wouldn't matter. Harry would climb over her, nudge his muscular thighs under her more slender ones, and would guide his dick into her body in one swift sheathing. She would moan and reach for him in the darkness, and he would glide in and out, shove himself until his balls smacked her bare ass. He would pull out when he was ready, when it became unbearable, and he would straddle her warm chest and come in his daughter's parted, panting mouth.
"Harry, what are you doing?"
Ginny's concerned whisper startled Harry out of his reverie. He had enough time to hear Lily's gasp of shock before he had slammed the door closed and turned to face his wife. Ginny's eyes were half-lidded, her hair and robes in disarray-clearly, she had just woken from a deep sleep.
"I was, uh, checking in on Lil before bed," Harry said, feeling his cheeks burn. "Didn't mean to wake you."
"S'alright," Ginny slurred. "You're all sweaty-tough day at work?"
"Yeah," Harry said. "You wouldn't believe it."
After settling Ginny back in bed, Harry excused himself, citing some paperwork that had to be completed and threw himself in the chair near the fireplace in their small downstairs den. The last thing he needed was more warmth on his body to overheat him, but Harry wasn't prepared to sleep with Ginny now that he'd brazenly watched their daughter masturbating in her room.
Running his hands through his hair for the hundredth time, Harry reached for the Firewhiskey and felt his fingers trembling. His gaze rose to the figure leaning against the doorway, her hips cocked and nightshirt barely beginning to cover the pale flesh of her thighs.
"Are you busy, Dad?" Lily asked, folding her arms. Through the haze of alcohol, Harry just made out the delicate quirk of a red brow. "I wouldn't normally bother you. It's only you got a bit of a show earlier…and I think it's only fair you return the favor."
Of all the things Harry had expected his daughter to say, asking to watch him jerk off was certainly not one of them. Harry's mouth bobbed open and his chest heaved with a deep, withered breath. Unable to speak, he just floundered against the silence, which dragged on for so long he felt stupid trying to break it.
Lily chuckled, her voice a warm, throaty waltz through the air. "You're blushing. It's quite attractive, you know, when I'm in control."
Moving towards Harry, Lily sauntered with the grace of a woman twice her age. Just a year out of Hogwarts, her youthful body curved in all the right places, hips swaying. The bob of curls on her head bounced as she took the last step between them in stride and slipped her knee between Harry's thighs. Stiffening, Harry dropped the bottle of Firewhiskey. It tumbled to the floor, staining the carpet with the remnants of the dark, amber liquid.
"What are you doing, Lil?" he managed to croak.
"Seducing you," Lily said coolly. "You weren't thinking you'd get a free show, were you? Daddy, I wasn't sorted in Slytherin by accident."
Carefully, Lily hoisted herself up and into Harry's lap, one knee between Harry's thighs and her other leg propped up on the armrest. The moment her legs spread, Harry could smell the scent of her and couldn't stop the grunt that slipped from his parched lips.
"Mm, sounds like you've been interested for longer than I have," she whispered, her lips brushing over Harry's cheek.
"No," Harry lied, closing his eyes to try and stop the world from spinning. "I've never-"
"You're hard." Lily's palm pressed to her father's erection, massaging it through his robes. "I bet you'll come faster than some of my boyfriends."
Harry shuddered. Lily's fingers wound through his hair and tugged his head back firmly. When he opened his eyes, he watched her pink tongue dart over her swollen, red lips. Her free hand found his and guided his trembling fingers against her wetness. Harry groaned, knowing she hadn't even worn her knickers.
"Bloody fuck, that's good," Lily hummed, tipping her own head back. "Do you want to taste? I know I want to taste you."
Harry lost the last remnants of his willpower when Lily said those words. With a groan that caught in the back of his throat, Harry grabbed his daughter's hips and hauled her upwards. With a soft shriek, she clawed at the wall for support and struggled to find her footing. Once her feet were firmly settled on the armrests and she stood on the chair, Harry was faced with exactly what he wanted.
Leaning forward, Harry pried apart his daughter's wet, swollen lips and flicked his tongue along her clit. Lily gasped, her toes curling against the armrests, bucking against his mouth wildly. Harry had to grip her hips to keep them still, but the harder he worked his tongue against her, the more she flailed and cursed and whined for him. Finally, it had driven him past the brink of madness to have Lily rolling into his mouth as he sucked on her clit, so Harry pulled away and flipped Lily easily, settling her into his lap.
Harry's hands roamed over her body until two fingers found her opening and pressed inside. Lily writhed against him and reached behind to try and undo his fly.
"Sit still," he growled, then bit at his daughter's neck.
Lily moaned. "Again," she begged, arching into him. "Again, please."
Harry's fingers probed deeper as he bit down against the place where her neck curved delicately into her shoulder and when he sucked, he felt Lily shudder against him. Squirming a bit beneath her, Harry managed to free his cock with one hand. This time, when Lily reached for him, he let her maneuver a bit so she could guide his cock. Just having her fingers curled around it was enough.
Without warning, Lily arched forward, pushed her ass out, and slid her body over Harry's swollen cock until her ass rested against him.
"Fuck," Harry cursed, watching his daughter's fingers grip the armrests for support.
"Yes," Lily demanded, wriggling. "Fuck."
It only took several minutes of pounding into Lily before her prophecy came true-Harry needed release. Pulling out of her, Harry guided his daughter to the floor. As if she knew exactly what he needed, Lily crawled on her hands and knees towards him and took control of his dick.
Several strong pumps later, Harry came on her face. Lily gasped wordlessly and licked at him, mouthing up and down his shaft as he coated her lips, cheeks, and chin. And then, for good measure, Lily went down on Harry until he was grunting into his own fist, biting his knuckles to keep from screaming her name.
When Lily had finally licked him clean, she pulled back to survey the damage and grinned up at him. Able to read the exhaustion on his face, she clucked at him and waggled a single, delicate finger.
"Did I say it was over yet?" she whispered.
"No," Harry groaned, reaching out to grip her hair. With a firm tug, she crawled back into his lap. "What do you want?"
"I want to ride your fingers until I come so hard it drips down your wrist and pools in your palm." She nipped her father's lips with a purr. "And then I want you to take my ass and come inside me."
It was then that Harry knew why his daughter had been sorted into Slytherin-it was extremely apparent that she would get everything she demanded.