Fic: A Night All Out (Various)
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lightofdayeTitle:A Night All Out
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Hermione/Kingsley (unrequited), Hermione/Blaise, Harry/Katie, Ron/Rosmerta
Word Count: 2,005
Content: Work place relationships/power imbalanced relationship, erectile dysfuction, semi-public sex, drunk sex, blow job, premature ejaculation, facial, cunnilingus, anal play, titfuck, wall sex, ron positive.
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 are out on the pull
A/n: Written for the July 2022 edition of![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
firewhiskeyfic using the prompts:
Madam Rosmerta and/or Aberforth Dumbledore
Hog's Head
Marathon
Insomnia
Forced Proximity
One Too Many
This means it was written drunk and has been subsequently cleaned up. I've done minimal edits beyond fixing the typing to what I was presumably trying to write while drunk and removing some more meta jokes. The original (drunk) version can be read here. And you can see why it won the coveted 'Most incoherent' prize by popular vote.
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“Should we go to the Hog’s Head, do you think? Or the Three Broomsticks” Harry asked.
“The Three Broomsticks!” Ron said immediately. “Let’s go to the Three Broomsticks!”
Hermione tutted loudly.
“Don’t tut!” Ron said hotly.
“We all know why you want to go there,” Hermione responded tartly. “There’s two reasons isn’t there? Very big reasons stuffed into a tight shirt.”
“Well it’s not like the Hog’s Head is very appealing,” Ron said. “Unless you happen to fancy goats, Aberforth, or the smell of goats on Aberforth.”
“Aberforth doesn’t do anything with those goats,” Hermione said furiously. “Do you have to listen to stupid rumours Ron?”
“Oh and how do you know? He’s your rebound guy, is he?”
Harry put his hands in his face, which as opposed to the more normal face in his hands didn’t involve bending over in the middle of the street and thus was favourable. Ron and Hermione’s friendship had, more or less, outlasted their romantic relationship but it was still an area that all of them should know better than to throw into the conversation.
“Well, Katie said she’d be in the Three Broomsticks,” he said as if the last few lines of the conversation hadn’t happened. “How about we go there?”
“Oh, Katie Bell’s there? Huh?” Ron said knowingly. “You sure you want to go there?”
Ginny and Harry’s friendship had not outlasted their relationship as well as Ron and Hermione’s, though Ron claimed to understand. The important thing was that everyone was unattached and free to mingle tonight.
“Why wouldn’t I want go there?” Harry said, thinking of Katie’s long golden blonde hair, her high firm tits and her legs that lasted for ever and ever and ever and ever. Forever in fact, to steal a joke.
“She runs marathons, Harry,” Hermione said. “For fun, you couldn’t keep up with her.”
“Well, I wasn’t planning on going running with her,” Harry said.
“You couldn’t keep up with her doing that either,” Ron said with a laugh.
“Well, I’d like to have the opportunity to at least try!” Harry said.
“All right, all right,” Hermione said. “We’ll go to the Three bloody Broomsticks, you can both strike out, and then we can go to the Hog’s Head instead and enjoy the peace and quiet, okay?”
“Strike out,” Ron said. “Is your rebound guy American or something? That’s baseball for fuck’s sake, we’re British.”
“If you say the words ‘rebound guy’ again you will regret it!” Was Hermione’s only response as they went into the Three Broomsticks.”
-Later-
“You’ve got insomnia!” Harry said, punching Ron on the arm.
“What?” Ron responded over a mug of ale
“You’ve got insomnia!” Harry repeated
“No, I heard you, dickhead,” Ron said. “I just don’t get why you’re saying it to me!”
“It’s a joke,” Harry explained. “Like… having sex sends guys to sleep right?”
“Right?”
“Well you’re not getting any so much, you’re getting insomnia”
Ron stared.
“You’re a mean drunk, Harry,” he said. “Anyway. I’m doing fine. I’ve got options.”
“Madam’s not sleeping with you.” Harry said.
“Not you as well!” Ron said hotly. “You and Hermione, I’ll show you.”
“Eww,” Harry said. “Don’t say ‘me and Hermione’ like that. Not happening. You know I’m after Katie.”
“Well, just be nicer to her if you want to get anywhere.”
“I will.”
“Good.”
“Good!”
They went back to their drinks, pondering their love lives in grumpy silence.
-later still-
It wasn’t her fault she’d ended up with him. It was Kingsley Shacklebolt’s. For two reasons, firstly Kingsley had started the whole truth and reconciliation bollocks with the former Death Eaters, making sure purebloods weren’t persecuted and even the Death Eaters weren’t stigmatised too much after they were released from prison, though not many had been yet. S,o she’d been put in first to lead that reconciliation as she was seen as reasonable person. This forced her to be close proximity to Blaise Zabini in the office for weeks at a time, getting him up to speed and making use of him as her assistant at the Department of Magical Creatures, or Magical Creatures and Non-Human Sapient Beings Office as she was trying to rename it in respect of their elf and centaur offices.
But Kingsley was also incredible hot and even more incredibly... unwilling to fuck her, so Blaise, who bore a superficial resemblance to Kingsley, was her only option to get shagged at all.
Well, that was the theory. Blaise was lying back on her bed entirely naked. His dark muscles rippled, his legs were spread wide... and his hands were over his face covering his embarrassed, no, mortified expression.
His cock refused to get hard even as Hermione played and fondled and applied her mouth to his lengthy, and completely useless shaft.
“What the hell?”
“Look, we had a lot of drinks okay?”
“One too many for you?”
“Well, a lot more than one probably.”
“Well, use your bloody mouth then!” Hermione snapped.
“I would… if I had any idea how.” Blaise said with a shrug. “I don’t do that.”
Hermione slumped down on the bed beside him and let out a torrent of inventive swearing that could only come from complete sexual frustration.
Fucking useless Slytherins.
–yet later or perhaps at the same time?-
Katie as it turned out, had told Harry she was going to be at the Three Broomsticks for much the same reason as Harry had wanted to go. They shared glances across the room, swapped hesitant compliments and half-hearted flirtations, they shared shots, flirted with a bit more confidence, shared shots, eye-fucked each other, shared shots and ended up in the bathroom.
Harry moaned into Katie’s mouth as she kissed him, her tongue delving into her mouth, thrusting in a vague imitation of what Harry hoped to be doing soon. Her face descended as she kissed his neck and his chest, tearing the fancy dress shirt that he wore when he was trying to go on the pull apart. Katie worked her way down and soon enough she was pulling his trousers and pants down to his ankles. His cock flopped out, semi-hard and covering Katie’s face diagonally as she squeaked in surprise.
Katie’s grip was firm and practised though as she stroked his length. She buried her face in his balls at first, licking and swirling her tongue over them; sucking each globe in turn.
Harry swore and clutched helplessly at the side of the bathroom stall. Katie moved to engulf his shaft, her head bobbing up and down, quickly, taking him deep into her throat, a deepthroat in fact. Crystal blue eyes looked up at him, round and somehow innocent looking even when her mouth was around the very base of his shaft and her chin tickled his balls.
Katie pulled free with a gasp and wet popping noise, not in that order. A length of drool covered his cock, a strand of stretching from the tip of his cock to Katie’s bottom lip. The sight of it set something off in harry and he came, as her hand gently jacked him to keep him hard and succeeding past her imaginations.
Harry spurted come repeatedly and covered Katie’s face. Blasts of jizz rolled down her chin and cheeks and forehead as she jerked in surprise directing Harry’s cock in random directions.
Harry panted and leant heavily against the wall as Katie exclaimed at the volume and amount of mess he’d created without warning.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.
“Are you?” she said, “Did you that on purpose?”
“Yes, no,” Harry answered respectively. “But it is kinda hot though, seeing you like that”
“Hot enough to get you going again?” she said with a stroke of his softening cock.
“No, but I really want to return the favour,” Harry said, smiling. “I’m good at it I swear.”
“You better be.”
He enjoyed it. Even if he had to kneel on the sticky smelly pub bathroom floor to get his mouth on Katie’s delicious cunt. Her strong legs were wrapped around his head and neck. Her strong hands were buried in his black hair, gripping tight and yanking him this way and that. He didn’t mind: her hands, her wetness filling his mouth, her sighs and moans filling his ears and the feeling of quivering legs all kept him going.
They were still there, surely two or three of Katie’s orgasms later when Rosmerta came in to kick them out while Harry still had his tongue in Katie’s cunt and his fingers up her arse.
He called that the start of something good as they went back to Katie’s flat to keep going.
-still further later more later yet-
“Had to chuck your friend out of the toilets,” Rosmerta said to her gentlemen friend. “What a place to do it.”
“Stockroom’s much better,” Ron Weasley agreed.
“Absolutely,” Rosmerta said. “Now where were we?”
“Your top,” Ron said intently.
“So we were,” said Rosmerta with a chuckle that did amazing things to the contents of that top.
“So then, have at it!” she said
Ron’s hands reached out and reverently undid the blouse. The bra was just a little lace trying to contain such huge round tits. He didn’t attempt the clasp; he just tugged the whole thing down. Rosmerta’s tits were as perfect as he’d always imagined and she laughed and giggled as he buried his face in them, sucking and licking to his heart’s content as she moaned and combed her fingers through his flaming red hair.
After a long while she pushed him away and said with a smile
“You’ve got to show if you want to see”
Ron fumbled with his trousers but eventually he pushed them down, for convenience’s sake he wasn’t wearing anything under them and a flash of typical self-consciousness was averted when Rosmerta immediately sank to her knees exclaiming over his cock and wrapped those tits around them.
Ron’s size wasn’t much more than average to look at at first, seemingly but as Rosmerta wrapped it in her funbags and stroked and stroked and stroked it in the valley of her tits, it grew and grew and grew as Rosmerta, knowing Weasleys of the past, knew it would.
“Rosmerta,” he moaned. “I want, I don’t wanna, not like this. Want to fuck you properly.”
“And you will,” Rosmerta said. “After I get a little taste.”
She gave his knob a long lascivious lick. From the base to the very tip and sucked his head, swirling her tongue over it. Ron groaned and swore but true to her word Rosmerta didn’t finish him off instead she gave him a sweet fond kiss to the very tip of his cock and then came to her feet and turned them around, pulling her skirt up and pushing her knickers, completely sodden, to one side.
Ron picked her up by her legs, lifting her and spreading them so he was comfortably between them and she was braced against the wall. Her hands were on his shaft guiding him into her and then...
And then…
He was fucking her up against the Wall just like he always imagined, he pounded into her with hard long strokes while she moaned and gasped. Her legs were wrapped tight around his hips; one arm was around his neck, the other on the back of his head, she urged him on and on.
Her cunt soaked his cock and squeezed him each time he buried himself to the hilt in her and the sound she made as he did it was the sweetest thing.
Ron knew he couldn’t last, knew he was building up the most epic orgasm of his life but he want to fuck her her forever.
Rosmerta smiled, kissing at Ron’s sweaty face, burying her face into his neck. People underestimated him but she knew him, knew the family.
A Weasley was always an epic fuck, she thought. Or would have if she wasn’t have her brains fucked out in the most amazing way.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Hermione/Kingsley (unrequited), Hermione/Blaise, Harry/Katie, Ron/Rosmerta
Word Count: 2,005
Content: Work place relationships/power imbalanced relationship, erectile dysfuction, semi-public sex, drunk sex, blow job, premature ejaculation, facial, cunnilingus, anal play, titfuck, wall sex, ron positive.
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 are out on the pull
A/n: Written for the July 2022 edition of
firewhiskeyfic using the prompts:Madam Rosmerta and/or Aberforth Dumbledore
Hog's Head
Marathon
Insomnia
Forced Proximity
One Too Many
This means it was written drunk and has been subsequently cleaned up. I've done minimal edits beyond fixing the typing to what I was presumably trying to write while drunk and removing some more meta jokes. The original (drunk) version can be read here. And you can see why it won the coveted 'Most incoherent' prize by popular vote.
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“Should we go to the Hog’s Head, do you think? Or the Three Broomsticks” Harry asked.
“The Three Broomsticks!” Ron said immediately. “Let’s go to the Three Broomsticks!”
Hermione tutted loudly.
“Don’t tut!” Ron said hotly.
“We all know why you want to go there,” Hermione responded tartly. “There’s two reasons isn’t there? Very big reasons stuffed into a tight shirt.”
“Well it’s not like the Hog’s Head is very appealing,” Ron said. “Unless you happen to fancy goats, Aberforth, or the smell of goats on Aberforth.”
“Aberforth doesn’t do anything with those goats,” Hermione said furiously. “Do you have to listen to stupid rumours Ron?”
“Oh and how do you know? He’s your rebound guy, is he?”
Harry put his hands in his face, which as opposed to the more normal face in his hands didn’t involve bending over in the middle of the street and thus was favourable. Ron and Hermione’s friendship had, more or less, outlasted their romantic relationship but it was still an area that all of them should know better than to throw into the conversation.
“Well, Katie said she’d be in the Three Broomsticks,” he said as if the last few lines of the conversation hadn’t happened. “How about we go there?”
“Oh, Katie Bell’s there? Huh?” Ron said knowingly. “You sure you want to go there?”
Ginny and Harry’s friendship had not outlasted their relationship as well as Ron and Hermione’s, though Ron claimed to understand. The important thing was that everyone was unattached and free to mingle tonight.
“Why wouldn’t I want go there?” Harry said, thinking of Katie’s long golden blonde hair, her high firm tits and her legs that lasted for ever and ever and ever and ever. Forever in fact, to steal a joke.
“She runs marathons, Harry,” Hermione said. “For fun, you couldn’t keep up with her.”
“Well, I wasn’t planning on going running with her,” Harry said.
“You couldn’t keep up with her doing that either,” Ron said with a laugh.
“Well, I’d like to have the opportunity to at least try!” Harry said.
“All right, all right,” Hermione said. “We’ll go to the Three bloody Broomsticks, you can both strike out, and then we can go to the Hog’s Head instead and enjoy the peace and quiet, okay?”
“Strike out,” Ron said. “Is your rebound guy American or something? That’s baseball for fuck’s sake, we’re British.”
“If you say the words ‘rebound guy’ again you will regret it!” Was Hermione’s only response as they went into the Three Broomsticks.”
-Later-
“You’ve got insomnia!” Harry said, punching Ron on the arm.
“What?” Ron responded over a mug of ale
“You’ve got insomnia!” Harry repeated
“No, I heard you, dickhead,” Ron said. “I just don’t get why you’re saying it to me!”
“It’s a joke,” Harry explained. “Like… having sex sends guys to sleep right?”
“Right?”
“Well you’re not getting any so much, you’re getting insomnia”
Ron stared.
“You’re a mean drunk, Harry,” he said. “Anyway. I’m doing fine. I’ve got options.”
“Madam’s not sleeping with you.” Harry said.
“Not you as well!” Ron said hotly. “You and Hermione, I’ll show you.”
“Eww,” Harry said. “Don’t say ‘me and Hermione’ like that. Not happening. You know I’m after Katie.”
“Well, just be nicer to her if you want to get anywhere.”
“I will.”
“Good.”
“Good!”
They went back to their drinks, pondering their love lives in grumpy silence.
-later still-
It wasn’t her fault she’d ended up with him. It was Kingsley Shacklebolt’s. For two reasons, firstly Kingsley had started the whole truth and reconciliation bollocks with the former Death Eaters, making sure purebloods weren’t persecuted and even the Death Eaters weren’t stigmatised too much after they were released from prison, though not many had been yet. S,o she’d been put in first to lead that reconciliation as she was seen as reasonable person. This forced her to be close proximity to Blaise Zabini in the office for weeks at a time, getting him up to speed and making use of him as her assistant at the Department of Magical Creatures, or Magical Creatures and Non-Human Sapient Beings Office as she was trying to rename it in respect of their elf and centaur offices.
But Kingsley was also incredible hot and even more incredibly... unwilling to fuck her, so Blaise, who bore a superficial resemblance to Kingsley, was her only option to get shagged at all.
Well, that was the theory. Blaise was lying back on her bed entirely naked. His dark muscles rippled, his legs were spread wide... and his hands were over his face covering his embarrassed, no, mortified expression.
His cock refused to get hard even as Hermione played and fondled and applied her mouth to his lengthy, and completely useless shaft.
“What the hell?”
“Look, we had a lot of drinks okay?”
“One too many for you?”
“Well, a lot more than one probably.”
“Well, use your bloody mouth then!” Hermione snapped.
“I would… if I had any idea how.” Blaise said with a shrug. “I don’t do that.”
Hermione slumped down on the bed beside him and let out a torrent of inventive swearing that could only come from complete sexual frustration.
Fucking useless Slytherins.
–yet later or perhaps at the same time?-
Katie as it turned out, had told Harry she was going to be at the Three Broomsticks for much the same reason as Harry had wanted to go. They shared glances across the room, swapped hesitant compliments and half-hearted flirtations, they shared shots, flirted with a bit more confidence, shared shots, eye-fucked each other, shared shots and ended up in the bathroom.
Harry moaned into Katie’s mouth as she kissed him, her tongue delving into her mouth, thrusting in a vague imitation of what Harry hoped to be doing soon. Her face descended as she kissed his neck and his chest, tearing the fancy dress shirt that he wore when he was trying to go on the pull apart. Katie worked her way down and soon enough she was pulling his trousers and pants down to his ankles. His cock flopped out, semi-hard and covering Katie’s face diagonally as she squeaked in surprise.
Katie’s grip was firm and practised though as she stroked his length. She buried her face in his balls at first, licking and swirling her tongue over them; sucking each globe in turn.
Harry swore and clutched helplessly at the side of the bathroom stall. Katie moved to engulf his shaft, her head bobbing up and down, quickly, taking him deep into her throat, a deepthroat in fact. Crystal blue eyes looked up at him, round and somehow innocent looking even when her mouth was around the very base of his shaft and her chin tickled his balls.
Katie pulled free with a gasp and wet popping noise, not in that order. A length of drool covered his cock, a strand of stretching from the tip of his cock to Katie’s bottom lip. The sight of it set something off in harry and he came, as her hand gently jacked him to keep him hard and succeeding past her imaginations.
Harry spurted come repeatedly and covered Katie’s face. Blasts of jizz rolled down her chin and cheeks and forehead as she jerked in surprise directing Harry’s cock in random directions.
Harry panted and leant heavily against the wall as Katie exclaimed at the volume and amount of mess he’d created without warning.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.
“Are you?” she said, “Did you that on purpose?”
“Yes, no,” Harry answered respectively. “But it is kinda hot though, seeing you like that”
“Hot enough to get you going again?” she said with a stroke of his softening cock.
“No, but I really want to return the favour,” Harry said, smiling. “I’m good at it I swear.”
“You better be.”
He enjoyed it. Even if he had to kneel on the sticky smelly pub bathroom floor to get his mouth on Katie’s delicious cunt. Her strong legs were wrapped around his head and neck. Her strong hands were buried in his black hair, gripping tight and yanking him this way and that. He didn’t mind: her hands, her wetness filling his mouth, her sighs and moans filling his ears and the feeling of quivering legs all kept him going.
They were still there, surely two or three of Katie’s orgasms later when Rosmerta came in to kick them out while Harry still had his tongue in Katie’s cunt and his fingers up her arse.
He called that the start of something good as they went back to Katie’s flat to keep going.
-still further later more later yet-
“Had to chuck your friend out of the toilets,” Rosmerta said to her gentlemen friend. “What a place to do it.”
“Stockroom’s much better,” Ron Weasley agreed.
“Absolutely,” Rosmerta said. “Now where were we?”
“Your top,” Ron said intently.
“So we were,” said Rosmerta with a chuckle that did amazing things to the contents of that top.
“So then, have at it!” she said
Ron’s hands reached out and reverently undid the blouse. The bra was just a little lace trying to contain such huge round tits. He didn’t attempt the clasp; he just tugged the whole thing down. Rosmerta’s tits were as perfect as he’d always imagined and she laughed and giggled as he buried his face in them, sucking and licking to his heart’s content as she moaned and combed her fingers through his flaming red hair.
After a long while she pushed him away and said with a smile
“You’ve got to show if you want to see”
Ron fumbled with his trousers but eventually he pushed them down, for convenience’s sake he wasn’t wearing anything under them and a flash of typical self-consciousness was averted when Rosmerta immediately sank to her knees exclaiming over his cock and wrapped those tits around them.
Ron’s size wasn’t much more than average to look at at first, seemingly but as Rosmerta wrapped it in her funbags and stroked and stroked and stroked it in the valley of her tits, it grew and grew and grew as Rosmerta, knowing Weasleys of the past, knew it would.
“Rosmerta,” he moaned. “I want, I don’t wanna, not like this. Want to fuck you properly.”
“And you will,” Rosmerta said. “After I get a little taste.”
She gave his knob a long lascivious lick. From the base to the very tip and sucked his head, swirling her tongue over it. Ron groaned and swore but true to her word Rosmerta didn’t finish him off instead she gave him a sweet fond kiss to the very tip of his cock and then came to her feet and turned them around, pulling her skirt up and pushing her knickers, completely sodden, to one side.
Ron picked her up by her legs, lifting her and spreading them so he was comfortably between them and she was braced against the wall. Her hands were on his shaft guiding him into her and then...
And then…
He was fucking her up against the Wall just like he always imagined, he pounded into her with hard long strokes while she moaned and gasped. Her legs were wrapped tight around his hips; one arm was around his neck, the other on the back of his head, she urged him on and on.
Her cunt soaked his cock and squeezed him each time he buried himself to the hilt in her and the sound she made as he did it was the sweetest thing.
Ron knew he couldn’t last, knew he was building up the most epic orgasm of his life but he want to fuck her her forever.
Rosmerta smiled, kissing at Ron’s sweaty face, burying her face into his neck. People underestimated him but she knew him, knew the family.
A Weasley was always an epic fuck, she thought. Or would have if she wasn’t have her brains fucked out in the most amazing way.
