Fic: Many Happy Returns (Harry/Susan)
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lightofdayeTitle: Man Happy Returns
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Harry Potter/Susan Bones (plus background pairings mentioned: Ron/Hermione,George/Angelina, Alicia/Katie,Seamus/Lavender/Dean)
Word Count:1,428
Content: Explicit Sex
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Susan makes sure Harry enjoys his birthday party.
A/n: And the award for most unoriginal premise goes to... ;) Just sneaking this in at the last second in my time zone for Harry's birthday.
As the party wound down, Harry felt more and more relaxed. He was grateful to Ron and Hermione for throwing him the celebration but he wished they hadn’t invited everyone they knew close to their own age. Harry enjoyed the quiet life and a big rambunctious party was not the quiet life in his book.
It made matters worse when Ron and Hermione slipped off to their room halfway through the evening, presumably to enjoy some private time together, which served not only to dump all the hosting duties on to Harry but underline his own current lack of a partner.
“You really don’t like this do you?” A nearby voice said. Harry leapt in surprise, not so much at being addressed as having his own thoughts echoed so closely.
Susan Bones smiled at ruefully from one of the sofa.The long honey blonde hair she used to wear in a plait had let loose for the party and she wore a blouse that clung to her body tightly.
“Is it that obvious?” Harry asked.
“A little,” Susan replied and patted the seat next to her. “Why don’t you take a load off, Harry? You’ve been running around all evening.”
“Dangers of being the host I guess,” Harry said but no sooner had he followed her advice and sat down did he feel a great wave of comfort and relaxation pass over him. Susan passed him a butterbeer and he took a long draught of it.
“Better?”
“Much.”
“Good,” Susan said and smiled warmly. “You should be enjoying your night after all.”
“Well the party seems to be dying down now,” Harry said.
“Yes, everyone’s coupling off.”
Harry made a non-committal noise but it was true. Ron and Hermione were not the only pair to have disappeared into the night together. George and Angelina had been hot on their heels. Alicia Spinnet had her arm around Katie Bell’s waist and was steering her toward the exit, Dean, Seamus and Lavender had all departed together and goodness only knew where Luna had ended up.
In fact there was barely anyone in the room apart from him and Susan.
“Not interested in anyone Harry? I would have thought you’d have you pick. Everyone gets laid on their birthday, you know.”
Susan had gone slightly pink, though he couldn’t think why.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s a real thing, Susan.”
“Well it could be, if you know, you wanted to.”
They’d finally reached a level of subtlety or lack thereof that registered in Harry’s mind.
“Oh,” he said and then he kissed her.
As it turned out, Susan Bones was an amazing kisser. At least as far as Harry’s experience was concerned. She responded to the press of his mouth eagerly. Her hands rose to stroke through his hair as she sucked gently on each of his lips. Then kissed him deeply again, her tongue sliding into his mouth.
Harry groaned and his eyes half- closed, as he relaxed and just enjoyed what was happening, only when one of Susan’s hands made a motion downwards, as if to move his hands did he bring them into play; reaching up to squeeze her breast through her top. The blouse and whatever was underneath it were made of quite thin materials that barely formed a barrier to his touch as he discovered Susan’s round firm breasts.
Her grip on his shoulder and in his hair tightened as he fondled her tits and she broke off kissing him. She didn’t seem unhappy though, instead she gasped softly, and rested her forehead on Harry’s.
The last of the guests had disappeared at some point though how and when Harry couldn’t say.
“I guess you got the idea,” Susan said huskily. “You want to go somewhere more comfortable.”
“If you want to.”
“This was my idea to start with Harry,” Susan said with a laugh. “And nothing your doing-” Harry’s hands were still playing with her tits - “is dissuading me in the slightest.”
The flat he was sharing with Ron and Hermione wasn’t exactly large, so it didn’t take them long to reach his bedroom. They passed Ron’s room on their way and heard, even through muffling spells, both low groans and high-pitched clearly ecstatic cries of pleasure in harmony from the occupants but Harry could hardly care less at the moment.
They tumbled into his bedroom, still tightly clinging to each other. Harry pulled Susa into another kiss but her hands went to his chest, plucking at the buttons of his shirt. Harry shrugged out of it, his gaze on her face. Her eyes widened slightly as she surveyed his chest, battered and scarred in places perhaps but reasonable strong and tone, a dark happy trail of hair standing out against paler skin.
Susan licked her lips and then pulled off her own blouse. The bra underneath was thin and translucent, needing to do little to shape her magnificent breasts and doing nothing at all to conceal her pink hardened nipples from view.
They looked at each other and by silent agreement, she stripped off the bra as well leaving them both topless. Harry surged forward, taking the initiative himself this time and kissed her deeply. His hands were buried in thick blonde hair, as hers traced the length of this back. They overbalanced and ended up on the bed.
Harry rolled them over so he lay on top of Susan, still snogging her intensely, every sensation seemed doubled given their topless chests, pressed seamlessly together. As they kissed, Squirmed, her legs fell a part and her hips rose as much as they could underneath Harry grinding their bodies together.
“Harry… Harry...” She gasped between kisses, “I want...”
Though she was nearly incoherent but they both knew what they meant, with some ambivalence they separated enough to discard the rest of their clothes. When Harry looked up from throwing his underwear away he found Susan on his bed on all fours, a round arse point towards him with glistening folds beneath it and a tuft of golden curls barely visible beyond that.
“Oh my,” Harry said softly. Susan flashed another brilliant smile over one shoulder, her hair was a long fall of locks over the other.
His hands fondled her backside reverently. They moaned in unison as Harry pressed his cock to her entrance but words, sounds failed him as he sank into her tight warmth. Susan’s breath hitched slightly and Harry paused, a hand fumbling between her legs for a second before finding her clit and gently toying with it with his fingertips, soothing Susan and he pushed deeper into her until he was buried to the very base of his cock.
“Oh… goodness,” Susan gasped.
“Yeah,” Harry replied.
And they started to move, slowly at first, Susan shifted her hips moving them back and forth and left to right, trying to fit to Harry’s cock until he start to move back and forth slowly pumping more and more of his length in and out of Susan’s pussy.
His hands placed at first on her arse, moved forward to capture and squeeze Susan’s hanging swinging breasts, which she seemed to like certain the sounds she made were approving.
They sped up until Harry was pumping his cock hard into Susan from behind, his hips slamming against her arse, each impact bringing forth cries from the rival the ones that had come from the next room over. Sweat beaded on Harry’s body and he fought the tightness in his balls, not aided by the squeezing compressing motions of Susan’s cunt.
Susan trembled, and her arms lost their strength, her face sank low the mattress, her hands gripping it spasmodically as she came. Harry was not far behind and after another few strokes emptied himself into her.
Afterwards, they lay in the middle of Harry’s bed, twisted duvet and sheets underneath them and their heads on pillows. Susan was lying in the curve of Harry’s body and he had an arm around her, he casually placed kissed on her ear and shoulder and the whole sweep of neck and cheek inbetween.
“So...” He said, “was this just a birthday treat?”
“hmm?” Susan said sleepily.
“Is this just a one time thing?” Harry said.
“I’m in no condition to think Harry,” she said, though she sounded very satisfied about it. “Let’s see where we are in the morning.”
Of course, as it turned out, where Harry was in the morning was having his head buried between her legs eating her out.
But he wasn’t complaining at all.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Harry Potter/Susan Bones (plus background pairings mentioned: Ron/Hermione,George/Angelina, Alicia/Katie,Seamus/Lavender/Dean)
Word Count:1,428
Content: Explicit Sex
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Susan makes sure Harry enjoys his birthday party.
A/n: And the award for most unoriginal premise goes to... ;) Just sneaking this in at the last second in my time zone for Harry's birthday.
As the party wound down, Harry felt more and more relaxed. He was grateful to Ron and Hermione for throwing him the celebration but he wished they hadn’t invited everyone they knew close to their own age. Harry enjoyed the quiet life and a big rambunctious party was not the quiet life in his book.
It made matters worse when Ron and Hermione slipped off to their room halfway through the evening, presumably to enjoy some private time together, which served not only to dump all the hosting duties on to Harry but underline his own current lack of a partner.
“You really don’t like this do you?” A nearby voice said. Harry leapt in surprise, not so much at being addressed as having his own thoughts echoed so closely.
Susan Bones smiled at ruefully from one of the sofa.The long honey blonde hair she used to wear in a plait had let loose for the party and she wore a blouse that clung to her body tightly.
“Is it that obvious?” Harry asked.
“A little,” Susan replied and patted the seat next to her. “Why don’t you take a load off, Harry? You’ve been running around all evening.”
“Dangers of being the host I guess,” Harry said but no sooner had he followed her advice and sat down did he feel a great wave of comfort and relaxation pass over him. Susan passed him a butterbeer and he took a long draught of it.
“Better?”
“Much.”
“Good,” Susan said and smiled warmly. “You should be enjoying your night after all.”
“Well the party seems to be dying down now,” Harry said.
“Yes, everyone’s coupling off.”
Harry made a non-committal noise but it was true. Ron and Hermione were not the only pair to have disappeared into the night together. George and Angelina had been hot on their heels. Alicia Spinnet had her arm around Katie Bell’s waist and was steering her toward the exit, Dean, Seamus and Lavender had all departed together and goodness only knew where Luna had ended up.
In fact there was barely anyone in the room apart from him and Susan.
“Not interested in anyone Harry? I would have thought you’d have you pick. Everyone gets laid on their birthday, you know.”
Susan had gone slightly pink, though he couldn’t think why.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s a real thing, Susan.”
“Well it could be, if you know, you wanted to.”
They’d finally reached a level of subtlety or lack thereof that registered in Harry’s mind.
“Oh,” he said and then he kissed her.
As it turned out, Susan Bones was an amazing kisser. At least as far as Harry’s experience was concerned. She responded to the press of his mouth eagerly. Her hands rose to stroke through his hair as she sucked gently on each of his lips. Then kissed him deeply again, her tongue sliding into his mouth.
Harry groaned and his eyes half- closed, as he relaxed and just enjoyed what was happening, only when one of Susan’s hands made a motion downwards, as if to move his hands did he bring them into play; reaching up to squeeze her breast through her top. The blouse and whatever was underneath it were made of quite thin materials that barely formed a barrier to his touch as he discovered Susan’s round firm breasts.
Her grip on his shoulder and in his hair tightened as he fondled her tits and she broke off kissing him. She didn’t seem unhappy though, instead she gasped softly, and rested her forehead on Harry’s.
The last of the guests had disappeared at some point though how and when Harry couldn’t say.
“I guess you got the idea,” Susan said huskily. “You want to go somewhere more comfortable.”
“If you want to.”
“This was my idea to start with Harry,” Susan said with a laugh. “And nothing your doing-” Harry’s hands were still playing with her tits - “is dissuading me in the slightest.”
The flat he was sharing with Ron and Hermione wasn’t exactly large, so it didn’t take them long to reach his bedroom. They passed Ron’s room on their way and heard, even through muffling spells, both low groans and high-pitched clearly ecstatic cries of pleasure in harmony from the occupants but Harry could hardly care less at the moment.
They tumbled into his bedroom, still tightly clinging to each other. Harry pulled Susa into another kiss but her hands went to his chest, plucking at the buttons of his shirt. Harry shrugged out of it, his gaze on her face. Her eyes widened slightly as she surveyed his chest, battered and scarred in places perhaps but reasonable strong and tone, a dark happy trail of hair standing out against paler skin.
Susan licked her lips and then pulled off her own blouse. The bra underneath was thin and translucent, needing to do little to shape her magnificent breasts and doing nothing at all to conceal her pink hardened nipples from view.
They looked at each other and by silent agreement, she stripped off the bra as well leaving them both topless. Harry surged forward, taking the initiative himself this time and kissed her deeply. His hands were buried in thick blonde hair, as hers traced the length of this back. They overbalanced and ended up on the bed.
Harry rolled them over so he lay on top of Susan, still snogging her intensely, every sensation seemed doubled given their topless chests, pressed seamlessly together. As they kissed, Squirmed, her legs fell a part and her hips rose as much as they could underneath Harry grinding their bodies together.
“Harry… Harry...” She gasped between kisses, “I want...”
Though she was nearly incoherent but they both knew what they meant, with some ambivalence they separated enough to discard the rest of their clothes. When Harry looked up from throwing his underwear away he found Susan on his bed on all fours, a round arse point towards him with glistening folds beneath it and a tuft of golden curls barely visible beyond that.
“Oh my,” Harry said softly. Susan flashed another brilliant smile over one shoulder, her hair was a long fall of locks over the other.
His hands fondled her backside reverently. They moaned in unison as Harry pressed his cock to her entrance but words, sounds failed him as he sank into her tight warmth. Susan’s breath hitched slightly and Harry paused, a hand fumbling between her legs for a second before finding her clit and gently toying with it with his fingertips, soothing Susan and he pushed deeper into her until he was buried to the very base of his cock.
“Oh… goodness,” Susan gasped.
“Yeah,” Harry replied.
And they started to move, slowly at first, Susan shifted her hips moving them back and forth and left to right, trying to fit to Harry’s cock until he start to move back and forth slowly pumping more and more of his length in and out of Susan’s pussy.
His hands placed at first on her arse, moved forward to capture and squeeze Susan’s hanging swinging breasts, which she seemed to like certain the sounds she made were approving.
They sped up until Harry was pumping his cock hard into Susan from behind, his hips slamming against her arse, each impact bringing forth cries from the rival the ones that had come from the next room over. Sweat beaded on Harry’s body and he fought the tightness in his balls, not aided by the squeezing compressing motions of Susan’s cunt.
Susan trembled, and her arms lost their strength, her face sank low the mattress, her hands gripping it spasmodically as she came. Harry was not far behind and after another few strokes emptied himself into her.
Afterwards, they lay in the middle of Harry’s bed, twisted duvet and sheets underneath them and their heads on pillows. Susan was lying in the curve of Harry’s body and he had an arm around her, he casually placed kissed on her ear and shoulder and the whole sweep of neck and cheek inbetween.
“So...” He said, “was this just a birthday treat?”
“hmm?” Susan said sleepily.
“Is this just a one time thing?” Harry said.
“I’m in no condition to think Harry,” she said, though she sounded very satisfied about it. “Let’s see where we are in the morning.”
Of course, as it turned out, where Harry was in the morning was having his head buried between her legs eating her out.
But he wasn’t complaining at all.
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Date: 2019-07-31 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-08-01 06:47 am (UTC)yay! harry/susan!
Date: 2019-08-02 10:02 pm (UTC)also OMG this was intense. Definitely memorable for both of them.
nicely done daye.
Re: yay! harry/susan!
Date: 2019-08-03 03:24 pm (UTC)