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lightofdaye) wrote2023-07-17 06:03 pm
lightofdaye) wrote2023-07-17 06:03 pm
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Fic: Fair Fight (Blaise/Hermione)
Title:Fair Fight
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Hermione Granger/Blaise Zabini, (brief mention of past Ron/Hermione)
Word Count: 850
Content: PWP, Present tense, rough sex, biting, scratch, blowjob/facefuck, vaginal 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: Hermione wants someone who's as rough as she is.
A/n: Thanks totorino10154 for the beta read.
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Hermione doesn’t admit to herself why she sees him, but she still does it frequently. He grabs her as soon as she appears in his room. His touch isn’t questioning, it isn’t soft or gentle instead it is hard and demanding. He crushes Hermione against his chest and she responds in kind, kissing him hard. Her mouth smashes against his in a series of quick kisses, sucking and teasing at each other in a way that would lead to swollen bruised lips later.
They don’t care.
Ron had always stood up to Hermione, always argued his point of view but he’d been gentle and kind and loving in bed.
Blaise Zabini doesn’t bother arguing with her but every fuck is a fight that set her body on fire.
Blaise leans into the kisses, pushing her back into the wall. He showers kisses on her face and neck; she squirms and writhes, making herself impossible to pin down. She feels his erection grinding against her stomach and somehow, without seeming to go along with him, shifts so that the glorious friction is directly between her legs.
He tears at her clothes and she repays the favour, buttons fly in every direction and her nails rake over his newly revealed flesh until he pushes her down onto her knees and shoves his cock into her mouth.
Hermione moans despite herself, wrapping her lips around his thick shaft and sucking deeply. Blaise grunts and goes in a bit deeper as if her sucking forced him in. He seizes a fistful of her hair and uses the leverage to force his cock into her throat. Hermione gags and drools around it as he starts to facefuck her quickly.
Feeling saliva running down her chin, Hermione pushes against Blaise’ hip with one hand. With the other, she reaches up to cup and squeeze his balls; it’s more of a caress and a fondle than a hard grip but Blaise gets the message and retreats a bit.
By the time Blaise pulls out of her with a wet popping sound, Hermione is panting and gasping and in no state to resist as he picks her up and throws her face down on the bed. All she can do is raise herself onto her hands and knees as he gets behind her.
Looking over her shoulder, she gets just a glimpse of his cock, heavy, completely erect and glistening with her drool before he’s on her. She bites her lip as Blaise runs the thick head of his cock over and through her pussy’s lips. She grunts as he plunges into her in one deep thrust. She thinks that he’s surely all the way in and then he goes deeper on the second thrust and deeper again on the third and finally she feels his hips press up against her arse.
Blaise sets a hard, demanding pace, slamming into her with every thrust at an angle that makes Hermione gasp and whimper and moan. Once again he seizes her hair, gripping two great handfuls of its bushy mass and pulls on it. He has so much of her hair in his grasp that it’s barely painful but Hermione is still compelled to push herself backwards, slamming herself on to his cock so it seems to split her apart.
The worst thing is that on all fours she can’t think how to fight back, physically at least.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she says, a feeble sally coming as it is between delighted gasps and squeals.
“Please,” Blaise rumbles. “You’re loving it.”
“A-am I?”
Blaise’s grip leaves her hair and, with a surprised squeak, Hermione falls flat to the bed. He flips her over and spreads her legs wide. His hands grab her hips and pulls her back onto his cock with barely a pause in his stroke.
Hermione’s legs are spread wide by his bulk and she raises her hands to claw it him. He seizes her wrists in a bruising grip and pins them to the mattress. He’s on top of her now fucking her more slowly but deeply, grinding against her clit each time he’s fully embedded in her. His face is now inches from hers, his dark eyes glitter with cruel amusement every time she gasps and moans for him. Hermione does the only thing she can think of to deny acknowledging that pleasure.
She buries her face against the crook of his neck, muffling her moans with his body. Blaise chuckles and keeps pounding her at precisely the right angle to make her toes curl.
Every time Hermione comes, she bites at his shoulder and the hard she comes the harder she bites. Every time, Blaise growls and moans in response and reacts by fucking her harder and faster until he gushes into her with a wordless, savage cry.
He rolls off on to his back, spreads out and ignores her. Every inch of Hermione’s body is wrenched and bruised and aching, gloriously while every inch of Blaise is scratched and torn and covered in bite marks.
An even, and very satisfying, trade.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Hermione Granger/Blaise Zabini, (brief mention of past Ron/Hermione)
Word Count: 850
Content: PWP, Present tense, rough sex, biting, scratch, blowjob/facefuck, vaginal 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: Hermione wants someone who's as rough as she is.
A/n: Thanks to
torino10154 for the beta read.---
Hermione doesn’t admit to herself why she sees him, but she still does it frequently. He grabs her as soon as she appears in his room. His touch isn’t questioning, it isn’t soft or gentle instead it is hard and demanding. He crushes Hermione against his chest and she responds in kind, kissing him hard. Her mouth smashes against his in a series of quick kisses, sucking and teasing at each other in a way that would lead to swollen bruised lips later.
They don’t care.
Ron had always stood up to Hermione, always argued his point of view but he’d been gentle and kind and loving in bed.
Blaise Zabini doesn’t bother arguing with her but every fuck is a fight that set her body on fire.
Blaise leans into the kisses, pushing her back into the wall. He showers kisses on her face and neck; she squirms and writhes, making herself impossible to pin down. She feels his erection grinding against her stomach and somehow, without seeming to go along with him, shifts so that the glorious friction is directly between her legs.
He tears at her clothes and she repays the favour, buttons fly in every direction and her nails rake over his newly revealed flesh until he pushes her down onto her knees and shoves his cock into her mouth.
Hermione moans despite herself, wrapping her lips around his thick shaft and sucking deeply. Blaise grunts and goes in a bit deeper as if her sucking forced him in. He seizes a fistful of her hair and uses the leverage to force his cock into her throat. Hermione gags and drools around it as he starts to facefuck her quickly.
Feeling saliva running down her chin, Hermione pushes against Blaise’ hip with one hand. With the other, she reaches up to cup and squeeze his balls; it’s more of a caress and a fondle than a hard grip but Blaise gets the message and retreats a bit.
By the time Blaise pulls out of her with a wet popping sound, Hermione is panting and gasping and in no state to resist as he picks her up and throws her face down on the bed. All she can do is raise herself onto her hands and knees as he gets behind her.
Looking over her shoulder, she gets just a glimpse of his cock, heavy, completely erect and glistening with her drool before he’s on her. She bites her lip as Blaise runs the thick head of his cock over and through her pussy’s lips. She grunts as he plunges into her in one deep thrust. She thinks that he’s surely all the way in and then he goes deeper on the second thrust and deeper again on the third and finally she feels his hips press up against her arse.
Blaise sets a hard, demanding pace, slamming into her with every thrust at an angle that makes Hermione gasp and whimper and moan. Once again he seizes her hair, gripping two great handfuls of its bushy mass and pulls on it. He has so much of her hair in his grasp that it’s barely painful but Hermione is still compelled to push herself backwards, slamming herself on to his cock so it seems to split her apart.
The worst thing is that on all fours she can’t think how to fight back, physically at least.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she says, a feeble sally coming as it is between delighted gasps and squeals.
“Please,” Blaise rumbles. “You’re loving it.”
“A-am I?”
Blaise’s grip leaves her hair and, with a surprised squeak, Hermione falls flat to the bed. He flips her over and spreads her legs wide. His hands grab her hips and pulls her back onto his cock with barely a pause in his stroke.
Hermione’s legs are spread wide by his bulk and she raises her hands to claw it him. He seizes her wrists in a bruising grip and pins them to the mattress. He’s on top of her now fucking her more slowly but deeply, grinding against her clit each time he’s fully embedded in her. His face is now inches from hers, his dark eyes glitter with cruel amusement every time she gasps and moans for him. Hermione does the only thing she can think of to deny acknowledging that pleasure.
She buries her face against the crook of his neck, muffling her moans with his body. Blaise chuckles and keeps pounding her at precisely the right angle to make her toes curl.
Every time Hermione comes, she bites at his shoulder and the hard she comes the harder she bites. Every time, Blaise growls and moans in response and reacts by fucking her harder and faster until he gushes into her with a wordless, savage cry.
He rolls off on to his back, spreads out and ignores her. Every inch of Hermione’s body is wrenched and bruised and aching, gloriously while every inch of Blaise is scratched and torn and covered in bite marks.
An even, and very satisfying, trade.
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