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lightofdayeTitle:Breaks & Bounds
Rating: Nc-17/Explicit
Characters & Pairing:Ron Weasley/Susan Bones, Harry Potter/Daphne Greengrass, Hermione Granger/Terry Boot
Word Count: 10 x 100
Content: Explicit Sex, PWP, kissing, groping, fingering, love bites, blow job, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, missionary, cowgirl, doggy style.
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:The trio have all found new partners for date night
A/n: Thanks be totorino10154 for help and encouragement.
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Ron Weasley wasn’t much for rebounds but then this wasn’t exactly a rebound. He and Hermione were off and on and currently they were on a break. The rules were clear and he was entitled to date Susan Bones and take her back to his place.
Susan Bones was tall and full-figured, the fiery red hair that she used to wear in a plait had been unbound for their date and flowed freely down her back.
Her dress showed immense cleavage and the last of Ron’s doubts slipped away as she kissed him and those breasts pressed to his chest.
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Ron and Hermione’s relationship might be off and on but Harry’s was definitely off and a rebound relationship was definitely what he was having with Daphne Greengrass. They both knew it; he was getting over Ginny, she was getting something to annoy her brother-in-law with and they were both getting lots of sex.
Daphne was a slender woman with sharp features, pale perfect skin and firm high breasts. Her hair was short and a rich golden blonde and her eyes were usually a pale blue.
Not right now though because as she slid into Harry’s lap they blazed with fire.
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Terry Boot was something of a gentlemen, which was a surprise to Hermione. Their conversation over dinner had covered a wide range of topics, magical theory, ministry politics, wine, and there’d been a definite undercurrent of interest and flirtation throughout.
Yet she’d had to ask him twice before he realised she wanted to take him back to hers for the night.
Terry was short but lean and fit. His skin was pale and his hair was a cap of dark curls. As they snogged his hands roamed over her body, proving quick and clever at figuring out what she liked.
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Ron smiled gently as he eased off Susan’s bra, placing it on top of the dress puddled on the floor. Susan blushed as Ron approached.
“I’ll be gentle,” he reassured her.
He was as good as his word as he cupped her breasts, fondling them lightly. He moaned in admiration for they were bigger than he was used to and more than a handful.
Susan moaned and gasped in approval as he ushered her back into his bed. He ended up with his mouth on one breast, his hand on another.
His free hand moved downwards. Susan was soaking wet.
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Harry groaned as Daphne’s hands tore at his shirt. One of her hands tugged at his hair, pulling his head back so she could attack his throat, kissing and nibbling on it enthusiastically enough to leave marks. Daphne loved leaving marks.
She worked her way down his chest, stopping off at a nipple before starting on his waist line.
“Arse up Potter,” was all she said and he raised his hips long enough to get his clothes off.
Her mouth wrapped around his freed cock, bobbing down to take him deeply into her throat, sucking him off with equal enthusiasm.
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Hermione smiled down at Terry, between her legs, to again reassure him that he could continue and she was enjoying what he was doing.
“That’s, it sweetie,” she murmured.
She was sitting on the edge of her bed with Terry’s hands holding her legs wide as he lapped diligently at her pussy. She gasped as his tongue swirled over her clit.
Relaxing, Hermione laid back in her bed, raising her hips to grind at Terry’s face as he pressed a finger into her.
Her fingers tangled in his curls as he searched for the perfect spot to drive her wild
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Ron had thought Susan’s breasts felt great before but that was nothing compared to now. Susan’s bare breasts were pressed against his chest, her fingers dug into his back as he was on top of her and pressing his cock into her.
Sex with Hermione had been fast and passionate. With Susan he was taking it very slowly and gently.
His eyes were locked with Susan’s blue gaze as he rocked his hips, Susan moaned and blushed and squeezed tight around his cock every time he bottomed out in her.
It could last forever as far as Ron was concerned.
-
Harry was flat on his back on his bed with Daphne riding him like a madwoman. Her hands were braced on his chest as her his rose and fell, each time she impaled herself to the hilt on Harry’s cock.
Raising his hands, Harry attempted to grip her swaying breasts but Daphne caught him by the wrists and pinned them by his head.
Daphne was leaning over him now; her hips not moving as high but grinding in little circles.
Her eyes closed. Her stomach hollowed as she took great gasps. Seeing her come was a sight indeed for Harry.
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Hermione was on her hands and knees, with Terry thrusting into her from behind.
Encouraged by her gasps and moans, Terry picked up his pace, thrusting into her harder and faster. In response, Hermione started to push her hips back as he drove into her; redoubling the energy of their collisions and wriggled herself to find the most pleasing angle.
“Fuck, Hermione,” Terry moaned.
Seemingly loosing control at her enthusiasm, Terry pounded into her without restraint and came with a strangled gasp.
His magic hands came to the rescue; rubbing her breasts and clit until she followed him into release.
-
The next morning was an awkward affair in the trio’s flat. Susan slipped out before breakfast to avoid confrontation. Ron and Hermione had an energetic discussion that anyone else would have called an argument while Terry sat at corner of the table looking small while he had his cereal.
Everyone had to ignore the sounds from the shower that Harry and Daphne were occupying for far too long to be innocent. Though neither of them had pretended it was innocent.
In fact, all three of them were in high spirits and considered their date night to be a huge success.
Rating: Nc-17/Explicit
Characters & Pairing:Ron Weasley/Susan Bones, Harry Potter/Daphne Greengrass, Hermione Granger/Terry Boot
Word Count: 10 x 100
Content: Explicit Sex, PWP, kissing, groping, fingering, love bites, blow job, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, missionary, cowgirl, doggy style.
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:The trio have all found new partners for date night
A/n: Thanks be to
torino10154 for help and encouragement. -
Ron Weasley wasn’t much for rebounds but then this wasn’t exactly a rebound. He and Hermione were off and on and currently they were on a break. The rules were clear and he was entitled to date Susan Bones and take her back to his place.
Susan Bones was tall and full-figured, the fiery red hair that she used to wear in a plait had been unbound for their date and flowed freely down her back.
Her dress showed immense cleavage and the last of Ron’s doubts slipped away as she kissed him and those breasts pressed to his chest.
-
Ron and Hermione’s relationship might be off and on but Harry’s was definitely off and a rebound relationship was definitely what he was having with Daphne Greengrass. They both knew it; he was getting over Ginny, she was getting something to annoy her brother-in-law with and they were both getting lots of sex.
Daphne was a slender woman with sharp features, pale perfect skin and firm high breasts. Her hair was short and a rich golden blonde and her eyes were usually a pale blue.
Not right now though because as she slid into Harry’s lap they blazed with fire.
-
Terry Boot was something of a gentlemen, which was a surprise to Hermione. Their conversation over dinner had covered a wide range of topics, magical theory, ministry politics, wine, and there’d been a definite undercurrent of interest and flirtation throughout.
Yet she’d had to ask him twice before he realised she wanted to take him back to hers for the night.
Terry was short but lean and fit. His skin was pale and his hair was a cap of dark curls. As they snogged his hands roamed over her body, proving quick and clever at figuring out what she liked.
-
Ron smiled gently as he eased off Susan’s bra, placing it on top of the dress puddled on the floor. Susan blushed as Ron approached.
“I’ll be gentle,” he reassured her.
He was as good as his word as he cupped her breasts, fondling them lightly. He moaned in admiration for they were bigger than he was used to and more than a handful.
Susan moaned and gasped in approval as he ushered her back into his bed. He ended up with his mouth on one breast, his hand on another.
His free hand moved downwards. Susan was soaking wet.
-
Harry groaned as Daphne’s hands tore at his shirt. One of her hands tugged at his hair, pulling his head back so she could attack his throat, kissing and nibbling on it enthusiastically enough to leave marks. Daphne loved leaving marks.
She worked her way down his chest, stopping off at a nipple before starting on his waist line.
“Arse up Potter,” was all she said and he raised his hips long enough to get his clothes off.
Her mouth wrapped around his freed cock, bobbing down to take him deeply into her throat, sucking him off with equal enthusiasm.
-
Hermione smiled down at Terry, between her legs, to again reassure him that he could continue and she was enjoying what he was doing.
“That’s, it sweetie,” she murmured.
She was sitting on the edge of her bed with Terry’s hands holding her legs wide as he lapped diligently at her pussy. She gasped as his tongue swirled over her clit.
Relaxing, Hermione laid back in her bed, raising her hips to grind at Terry’s face as he pressed a finger into her.
Her fingers tangled in his curls as he searched for the perfect spot to drive her wild
-
Ron had thought Susan’s breasts felt great before but that was nothing compared to now. Susan’s bare breasts were pressed against his chest, her fingers dug into his back as he was on top of her and pressing his cock into her.
Sex with Hermione had been fast and passionate. With Susan he was taking it very slowly and gently.
His eyes were locked with Susan’s blue gaze as he rocked his hips, Susan moaned and blushed and squeezed tight around his cock every time he bottomed out in her.
It could last forever as far as Ron was concerned.
-
Harry was flat on his back on his bed with Daphne riding him like a madwoman. Her hands were braced on his chest as her his rose and fell, each time she impaled herself to the hilt on Harry’s cock.
Raising his hands, Harry attempted to grip her swaying breasts but Daphne caught him by the wrists and pinned them by his head.
Daphne was leaning over him now; her hips not moving as high but grinding in little circles.
Her eyes closed. Her stomach hollowed as she took great gasps. Seeing her come was a sight indeed for Harry.
-
Hermione was on her hands and knees, with Terry thrusting into her from behind.
Encouraged by her gasps and moans, Terry picked up his pace, thrusting into her harder and faster. In response, Hermione started to push her hips back as he drove into her; redoubling the energy of their collisions and wriggled herself to find the most pleasing angle.
“Fuck, Hermione,” Terry moaned.
Seemingly loosing control at her enthusiasm, Terry pounded into her without restraint and came with a strangled gasp.
His magic hands came to the rescue; rubbing her breasts and clit until she followed him into release.
-
The next morning was an awkward affair in the trio’s flat. Susan slipped out before breakfast to avoid confrontation. Ron and Hermione had an energetic discussion that anyone else would have called an argument while Terry sat at corner of the table looking small while he had his cereal.
Everyone had to ignore the sounds from the shower that Harry and Daphne were occupying for far too long to be innocent. Though neither of them had pretended it was innocent.
In fact, all three of them were in high spirits and considered their date night to be a huge success.
