Fic: Two Threes (Harry/Susan)
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lightofdayeTitle:Two Threes
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Harry Potter / Susan Bones
Word Count: 2,084
Content: PWP, Casual sex, Blowjob, cunnilingus.
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: Somehow, Susan has got the impression that Harry will exchange oral sex with anyone who asks.
A/n:Un'Beta'd. Sequel to a pair of fics (Six Of One and Half A Dozen Of The Other ) from way too many years ago but it's PWP so you don't really need to know. This wasn't written for anything other than GYWO and had no word limit so I might have gone a little crazy with adjectives and long phrasing after writing mostly drabbles and drabble series for a long while.
The title doesn't mean anything except to continue the theme.
---
Harry Potter was in serious trouble, though he was aware that many other people wouldn't see it that. He had a reputation. Not one for his heroic deeds, at least not in the sense of his vanquishing on the darkest wizard in existence for the last few generations, but one with a much more intimate basis.
Lavender Brown and Parvati was to blame, Harry was sure, and their loose lips had given rise to a seemingly school wide rumour that he was both enjoyed and was skilled at the giving of cunnilingus.
It was mostly true and to be fair, Harry thought at least the attention he got it was positive. The continual accosting and advances from nearly every of age Witch in sixth, seventh and eighth years though was wearisome. Some approached him blatantly, others with a joke and a laugh (and a no less hungry expression in their eyes), and only one approached him with a stammer and an adorable blush.
"H-hi Harry," said Susan Bones, playing the end of her long honey blonde plait, "can I talk to you please? Umm... p-p-privately."
Harry regarded her steadily and her blush grew much deeper, but he smiled.
"Sure thing, I know just the place," he replied and in a feat of daring took a hold of her arm and guided her away from the main corridors into a secluded and abandoned classroom. Harry closed the door, quite definitely in a way that made Susan jump.
"How can I help you, Susan?" Harry said and Susan came out in a renewed blushed and flattened her robes, except with her figure, flat wasn't the right term.
"Well I heard you... I mean... this is stupid, you wouldn't..." Susan said, haltingly.
Harry shrugged.
"You won't know unless you ask," he said and then taking pity on her, continued, "I take it you've been talking to Parvati and Lavender."
"Sort of." Susan said meekly. "I had it off Hannah, who heard Pansy Parkinson arguing with about it with Mandy Brocklehurst."
Harry winced. The rumours had gone even further that'd thought.
"Anyway, I'm good for it, you know."
"Good, for what exactly?"
"Well, we heard that you well, you g-gave and then they... um… r-return the favour?"
"Didn't happen quite like that," Harry said "but I guess that's the gist of it. You want to me to eat you out?" - Susan nodded eagerly – "And in return you blow me?"
Susan nodded again, slightly less eagerly but with every sign of sincerity.
Smiling gently, Harry stepped forward so he was right up in Susan's personal space. Her baby blue eyes looking up at him with more innocence than the situation required. She took a deep breath, her chest swelling and collapsing and another one.
"All right then," said Harry with a hint of huskiness, "how do you want to do this then?"
"What? I thought you k-knew how!" Susan said.
"Oh, I know how to do it," Harry said. "But some people want me to dive right and some prefer a little warming first."
"Warming up?"
"You know, feeling, kissing, on the mouth first and not... well you know."
"Oh well" – Susan pondered.- "Yes, I'd like that."
Harry ducked his head and pressed his lips to Susan's in a gentle and chaste, for now, kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted slightly of banana, flavouring not the real thing. Susan whimpered slightly when Harry stopped and so he kissed her again, sucking slightly on her bottom lip and then deepening the kiss. Hesitantly, Susan's hands went to his shoulders and then moved around his neck, clutching him as the kiss deepened and Harry's tongue delved into her mouth.
Bringing his hands into play, Harry cupped Susan's breasts, she tensed but when she didn't object and relaxed into his touch, Harry started to squeeze and play with them. Susan Bone's tits were something of a legend and most of his year would be envious of Harry if they knew he was playing with them even through several layers of clothing.
"How's that?" Harry said, breaking off their liplock to press kisses to her cheek and earlobe and whisper in her ear. "Do you like that?"
"Oh yes," Susan said, breathlessly. "I'm plenty... umm… warm now."
"Warm enough to take a few layers off?"
Susan's eyes were wide but Harry took her school robes from her as she slipped them off, leaving her in a straining blouse and dark skirt. Feeling overdressed, Harry took his off as well and placed them both folded up on a desk.
Ushering Susan over to sit on the robes on the edge of the desk, Harry kissed her again on the lips, and then he moved close and place a kiss on the hollow of Susan's throat. Susan whimpered and scrabbled at the buttons of her blouse. Her bra was plain and beige but the cleavage it contained was no less lovely for it, Susan's hands tangled in Harry's hair as he lavished kisses upon on for a few long moments but sinking to his knees between Susan's spread legs.
He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, drawing out a sudden gasp from Susan. He paused for a moment and smiled up at her.
"Do you still want this?" He said, softly. "It's okay to say so."
"I want this," Susan said. "Take them off Harry."
Harry hooked his fingers around the waistline of her knickers as she shifted her weight and let them pull them down and off her legs. Susan left up her skirt and Harry moaned and bit his lip.
Susan's legs were pale with the odd tiny faint freckle, her pussy between them was a vivid pink and glistening and her hair was dark golden brown on her mound. Harry took a deep breath and then bracing his hands on the inside her legs moved in placed a kiss on her mount, just at the bottom of the hair above the slit. He smiled up at her then move slightly downwards and kissed again and then again, just a bit lower still prompting a gasp from Susan as his lips lightly brushed the hood of clit.
Throwing caution to the wind, Harry gave her a long lick from the base of her slit to the tip, running his softened tongue of her folds. Susan let out a cry, one hand clamped on the desk and the other grabbing Harry's head. She let go after a second.
"Sorry," she said.
"That's all right, Susan," Harry said a hot rush going through him now, "you can hold on there if you like."
Susan's fingers wound through his hair again as Harry started to lap at her repeatedly, each stroke of his tongue rewarded with more gasps and moans and more wetness seeping out of Susan's cunt. She tasted sweeter than other people he'd tasted, almostly like honey and he licked at her with gusto.
"ohgodohgodohgod" Susan moaned, her words running together, she rocked and squirmed on the desk as Harry buried his face between her legs.
Harry was tempted to draw things out but he didn't know how long he'd taken or how long they had so he decided to up his game before someone else came by.
With one last longing deep lick, Harry shifted his position so he could kiss and suck Susan's now exposed clit instead.
"Fuck!" Susan cried, her grip on his head growing very hard but making no attempt to stop what he was actually doing.
While sucking Susan's clit, Harry brought a hand up and pressed a finger into Susan, pushing it in and taking it own in the same rhythm as his licks. Susan's cries died down, possibly for a lack of air to give them and Harry switch his motion, curling his finger up in a beckoning motion.
Susan tensed, looking up, Harry saw her eyes were jammed shut and mouth hung open. She was stocking still aside the tiniest motion of her hips and then she let out a deep long gasp of air and relaxed.
"Was that...?" Harry asked but the fact she didn't respond for a minute or two seemed to be a pretty good clue at the answer.
"Wow," Susan said a while later. "Wow, wowser."
Harry's smile broke into a wide grin.
"Give me a few more moments," Susan said. "Then I can… return the favour… as we said."
"Susan…" Harry started now going pink himself and shuffling his feet. "You don't have to, not if…"
"Now, you mean? Or at all."
"Both. Either." Harry said, very red now.
Susan rolled her eyes, or tried to. Harry noticed that her gaze was fixed firmly between his legs where his trousers were showing very obvious evidence of how much he'd enjoyed what he'd just done to her.
"Deal withstanding," Susan said. "it wouldn't be very nice to leave high and dry, backing that would it?"
"Well there is that," Harry said demurely.
They switched place. Harry sat on the table with Susan quickly getting on the floor. Her hands approached his waistline.
"Well I guess, I just…" Susan frowned ,slightly. Harry laughed and undid his belt and flies, pulling his trouser wide open.
Susan reached in and pulled his cock out, pushing down his boxers, mostly hard his cock practically sprung out into her grasp.
"oh wow," Susan said, almost to herself.
She wrapped one hand around his shaft and stroked it, her eyes fixed on the way his foreskin moved coming back from the head. Harry moaned slightly.
"gently, right?" He said.
Susan smiled.
"Right," she said cheerfully.
She seemed to have some idea what she was doing though perhaps not a lot of practical experience, Harry thought, as she stroked his cock.
She looked great between his legs, his blouse undone and hanging loose, the straps her bra falling over shoulder and a great expanse of cleavage visible to Harry's viewing pleasure.
Susan used both her hands one hand on the shaft and the other cupping and playing with Harry's balls in a way that made him whimper with delight. After infinitely long moments of this, she moved in and place a kiss to the tip of his cock, and got pre-come smeared all over them. She retreated for a moment, her brows moving closer together as she pondered something, perhaps the taste, before she did again. Harry moaned and nodded in appreciation as she kissed and then licked the head of his cock.
"That's it. Oh that's good." Harry said.
With that encouragement, Susan wrapped her lips around the head of Harry's cock and sucked, drawing a moan out of him. Her grip shifted, so the jacking hand moved to the base of his shaft while took more of his shaft into her mouth.
Her head bobbed, taking his cock almost to his throat, she went a little deeper but thought better of it and stock to sucking what she could fit in her mouth and Harry had no complaints.
Each time Susan retreated to the top his cock, she gave it a little kiss and lick before descending. Harry's grip grew tight on the edge of the desk, as his balls drew up and a tension grew in his cock.
"Susan, ah, I'm going to," Harry said. "Oh, fuck, I'm."
He'd meant to give her more warning but even as he spoke, she'd wrapped her lips around his shaft as far they'd go and sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing and he came in a few quick spurts.
Harry gasped, and slagged in relief on the desk, which was the only thing stopping him sliding bonelessly to the floor. Susan broke off and turned away coughing and spluttering and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.
"Err…" Harry started, realising he didn't know what to say and blushed. "Sorry? Are you okay? I'm..."
"Sure." Susan said, also blushing. "I didn't know it would… but I mean, I wouldn't have agree if I didn't…"
They both spluttered to a halt and shrugged and smiled at each other, still pink in the face. They did up their fastenings and put on their robes. They looked at each other.
"Thanks." They said simultaneously and went their separate ways.
It was only when the afterglow wore off several hours later, that Harry realised, this was hardly going to lessen the number of propositions he was getting, and groaned heavily to himself and wondered what he'd started.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Harry Potter / Susan Bones
Word Count: 2,084
Content: PWP, Casual sex, Blowjob, cunnilingus.
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: Somehow, Susan has got the impression that Harry will exchange oral sex with anyone who asks.
A/n:Un'Beta'd. Sequel to a pair of fics (Six Of One and Half A Dozen Of The Other ) from way too many years ago but it's PWP so you don't really need to know. This wasn't written for anything other than GYWO and had no word limit so I might have gone a little crazy with adjectives and long phrasing after writing mostly drabbles and drabble series for a long while.
The title doesn't mean anything except to continue the theme.
---
Harry Potter was in serious trouble, though he was aware that many other people wouldn't see it that. He had a reputation. Not one for his heroic deeds, at least not in the sense of his vanquishing on the darkest wizard in existence for the last few generations, but one with a much more intimate basis.
Lavender Brown and Parvati was to blame, Harry was sure, and their loose lips had given rise to a seemingly school wide rumour that he was both enjoyed and was skilled at the giving of cunnilingus.
It was mostly true and to be fair, Harry thought at least the attention he got it was positive. The continual accosting and advances from nearly every of age Witch in sixth, seventh and eighth years though was wearisome. Some approached him blatantly, others with a joke and a laugh (and a no less hungry expression in their eyes), and only one approached him with a stammer and an adorable blush.
"H-hi Harry," said Susan Bones, playing the end of her long honey blonde plait, "can I talk to you please? Umm... p-p-privately."
Harry regarded her steadily and her blush grew much deeper, but he smiled.
"Sure thing, I know just the place," he replied and in a feat of daring took a hold of her arm and guided her away from the main corridors into a secluded and abandoned classroom. Harry closed the door, quite definitely in a way that made Susan jump.
"How can I help you, Susan?" Harry said and Susan came out in a renewed blushed and flattened her robes, except with her figure, flat wasn't the right term.
"Well I heard you... I mean... this is stupid, you wouldn't..." Susan said, haltingly.
Harry shrugged.
"You won't know unless you ask," he said and then taking pity on her, continued, "I take it you've been talking to Parvati and Lavender."
"Sort of." Susan said meekly. "I had it off Hannah, who heard Pansy Parkinson arguing with about it with Mandy Brocklehurst."
Harry winced. The rumours had gone even further that'd thought.
"Anyway, I'm good for it, you know."
"Good, for what exactly?"
"Well, we heard that you well, you g-gave and then they... um… r-return the favour?"
"Didn't happen quite like that," Harry said "but I guess that's the gist of it. You want to me to eat you out?" - Susan nodded eagerly – "And in return you blow me?"
Susan nodded again, slightly less eagerly but with every sign of sincerity.
Smiling gently, Harry stepped forward so he was right up in Susan's personal space. Her baby blue eyes looking up at him with more innocence than the situation required. She took a deep breath, her chest swelling and collapsing and another one.
"All right then," said Harry with a hint of huskiness, "how do you want to do this then?"
"What? I thought you k-knew how!" Susan said.
"Oh, I know how to do it," Harry said. "But some people want me to dive right and some prefer a little warming first."
"Warming up?"
"You know, feeling, kissing, on the mouth first and not... well you know."
"Oh well" – Susan pondered.- "Yes, I'd like that."
Harry ducked his head and pressed his lips to Susan's in a gentle and chaste, for now, kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted slightly of banana, flavouring not the real thing. Susan whimpered slightly when Harry stopped and so he kissed her again, sucking slightly on her bottom lip and then deepening the kiss. Hesitantly, Susan's hands went to his shoulders and then moved around his neck, clutching him as the kiss deepened and Harry's tongue delved into her mouth.
Bringing his hands into play, Harry cupped Susan's breasts, she tensed but when she didn't object and relaxed into his touch, Harry started to squeeze and play with them. Susan Bone's tits were something of a legend and most of his year would be envious of Harry if they knew he was playing with them even through several layers of clothing.
"How's that?" Harry said, breaking off their liplock to press kisses to her cheek and earlobe and whisper in her ear. "Do you like that?"
"Oh yes," Susan said, breathlessly. "I'm plenty... umm… warm now."
"Warm enough to take a few layers off?"
Susan's eyes were wide but Harry took her school robes from her as she slipped them off, leaving her in a straining blouse and dark skirt. Feeling overdressed, Harry took his off as well and placed them both folded up on a desk.
Ushering Susan over to sit on the robes on the edge of the desk, Harry kissed her again on the lips, and then he moved close and place a kiss on the hollow of Susan's throat. Susan whimpered and scrabbled at the buttons of her blouse. Her bra was plain and beige but the cleavage it contained was no less lovely for it, Susan's hands tangled in Harry's hair as he lavished kisses upon on for a few long moments but sinking to his knees between Susan's spread legs.
He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, drawing out a sudden gasp from Susan. He paused for a moment and smiled up at her.
"Do you still want this?" He said, softly. "It's okay to say so."
"I want this," Susan said. "Take them off Harry."
Harry hooked his fingers around the waistline of her knickers as she shifted her weight and let them pull them down and off her legs. Susan left up her skirt and Harry moaned and bit his lip.
Susan's legs were pale with the odd tiny faint freckle, her pussy between them was a vivid pink and glistening and her hair was dark golden brown on her mound. Harry took a deep breath and then bracing his hands on the inside her legs moved in placed a kiss on her mount, just at the bottom of the hair above the slit. He smiled up at her then move slightly downwards and kissed again and then again, just a bit lower still prompting a gasp from Susan as his lips lightly brushed the hood of clit.
Throwing caution to the wind, Harry gave her a long lick from the base of her slit to the tip, running his softened tongue of her folds. Susan let out a cry, one hand clamped on the desk and the other grabbing Harry's head. She let go after a second.
"Sorry," she said.
"That's all right, Susan," Harry said a hot rush going through him now, "you can hold on there if you like."
Susan's fingers wound through his hair again as Harry started to lap at her repeatedly, each stroke of his tongue rewarded with more gasps and moans and more wetness seeping out of Susan's cunt. She tasted sweeter than other people he'd tasted, almostly like honey and he licked at her with gusto.
"ohgodohgodohgod" Susan moaned, her words running together, she rocked and squirmed on the desk as Harry buried his face between her legs.
Harry was tempted to draw things out but he didn't know how long he'd taken or how long they had so he decided to up his game before someone else came by.
With one last longing deep lick, Harry shifted his position so he could kiss and suck Susan's now exposed clit instead.
"Fuck!" Susan cried, her grip on his head growing very hard but making no attempt to stop what he was actually doing.
While sucking Susan's clit, Harry brought a hand up and pressed a finger into Susan, pushing it in and taking it own in the same rhythm as his licks. Susan's cries died down, possibly for a lack of air to give them and Harry switch his motion, curling his finger up in a beckoning motion.
Susan tensed, looking up, Harry saw her eyes were jammed shut and mouth hung open. She was stocking still aside the tiniest motion of her hips and then she let out a deep long gasp of air and relaxed.
"Was that...?" Harry asked but the fact she didn't respond for a minute or two seemed to be a pretty good clue at the answer.
"Wow," Susan said a while later. "Wow, wowser."
Harry's smile broke into a wide grin.
"Give me a few more moments," Susan said. "Then I can… return the favour… as we said."
"Susan…" Harry started now going pink himself and shuffling his feet. "You don't have to, not if…"
"Now, you mean? Or at all."
"Both. Either." Harry said, very red now.
Susan rolled her eyes, or tried to. Harry noticed that her gaze was fixed firmly between his legs where his trousers were showing very obvious evidence of how much he'd enjoyed what he'd just done to her.
"Deal withstanding," Susan said. "it wouldn't be very nice to leave high and dry, backing that would it?"
"Well there is that," Harry said demurely.
They switched place. Harry sat on the table with Susan quickly getting on the floor. Her hands approached his waistline.
"Well I guess, I just…" Susan frowned ,slightly. Harry laughed and undid his belt and flies, pulling his trouser wide open.
Susan reached in and pulled his cock out, pushing down his boxers, mostly hard his cock practically sprung out into her grasp.
"oh wow," Susan said, almost to herself.
She wrapped one hand around his shaft and stroked it, her eyes fixed on the way his foreskin moved coming back from the head. Harry moaned slightly.
"gently, right?" He said.
Susan smiled.
"Right," she said cheerfully.
She seemed to have some idea what she was doing though perhaps not a lot of practical experience, Harry thought, as she stroked his cock.
She looked great between his legs, his blouse undone and hanging loose, the straps her bra falling over shoulder and a great expanse of cleavage visible to Harry's viewing pleasure.
Susan used both her hands one hand on the shaft and the other cupping and playing with Harry's balls in a way that made him whimper with delight. After infinitely long moments of this, she moved in and place a kiss to the tip of his cock, and got pre-come smeared all over them. She retreated for a moment, her brows moving closer together as she pondered something, perhaps the taste, before she did again. Harry moaned and nodded in appreciation as she kissed and then licked the head of his cock.
"That's it. Oh that's good." Harry said.
With that encouragement, Susan wrapped her lips around the head of Harry's cock and sucked, drawing a moan out of him. Her grip shifted, so the jacking hand moved to the base of his shaft while took more of his shaft into her mouth.
Her head bobbed, taking his cock almost to his throat, she went a little deeper but thought better of it and stock to sucking what she could fit in her mouth and Harry had no complaints.
Each time Susan retreated to the top his cock, she gave it a little kiss and lick before descending. Harry's grip grew tight on the edge of the desk, as his balls drew up and a tension grew in his cock.
"Susan, ah, I'm going to," Harry said. "Oh, fuck, I'm."
He'd meant to give her more warning but even as he spoke, she'd wrapped her lips around his shaft as far they'd go and sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing and he came in a few quick spurts.
Harry gasped, and slagged in relief on the desk, which was the only thing stopping him sliding bonelessly to the floor. Susan broke off and turned away coughing and spluttering and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.
"Err…" Harry started, realising he didn't know what to say and blushed. "Sorry? Are you okay? I'm..."
"Sure." Susan said, also blushing. "I didn't know it would… but I mean, I wouldn't have agree if I didn't…"
They both spluttered to a halt and shrugged and smiled at each other, still pink in the face. They did up their fastenings and put on their robes. They looked at each other.
"Thanks." They said simultaneously and went their separate ways.
It was only when the afterglow wore off several hours later, that Harry realised, this was hardly going to lessen the number of propositions he was getting, and groaned heavily to himself and wondered what he'd started.
