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Fic: On Date Recognition (Harry/Alicia)
Title: On Date Recognition
Rating: Nc-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Alicia Spinnet
Word Count: ~1,700
Content: PWP, kissing, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, 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: Harry and Alicia get frisky after attending a quidditch match together
A/n: Posted for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bbtp_challenge 2024. Here's to many more.
- - -
Contrary to popular belief, Harry Potter was not entirely clueless about women and dating. He did however had a tendency to over-think it and a lingering lack of self-esteem that made him hesitant to take advantage of opportunities.
The exact subtleties of when something was a date sometimes eluded him. Take Alicia Spinnet, for example. Harry really liked her, she seemed to like him, they had at least one shared interest and she was fit in multiple sense of the word.
Did chatting every Friday at work drinks counts as date? Almost certainly not. However, when they missed one Friday and caught up the following Monday lunch time, just the two of them? Harry wasn't as sure. He'd invited her to a Quidditch game but he hadn't said it was a date and she hadn't said anything either way as if she'd taken it as one.
The game had been intense: shouting, cheering themselves hoarse and Alicia had hugged him tight when her team had caught the snitch.
That had rather cinched it for Harry and he invited her home for a celebratory drink.
-
They were in Harry's living room and Alicia was clearly making herself comfortable: she kicked off her shoes and tossed her jacket onto a hook by Harry's door. He froze halfway through asking what she wanted to drink, captivated by her lithe body.
He took a couple of steps forward and, operating entirely on instinct, kissed her on the lips.
He'd worried and even half-expected that he would take her by surprise with this and ruin everything between them but if so there was no sign of it. The noise she made was soft and accepting and not one of alarm.
Instead, Harry was surprised by the intensity of her response. Alicia's arms snaked quickly around his neck and she returned the kiss forcefully. Harry moaned as she sucked on his lips and then his vocalisations were muffled as she deepened the kiss, her tongue darting eagerly into Harry's mouth.
He was becoming more and more certain that they had been dating all along.
He wrapped his arms around her body. It was less an embrace than him holding on for dear life. Alicia's touch was strong and practised, her fingers combing through his hair as she kissed him.
Harry was breathing heavily when the kiss ended. They didn't separate though and Alicia began to pepper his cheek and neck with soft kisses and nips of her teeth.
"Oh shit, Alicia," Harry said his head lolling back as she nuzzled at him, "you're eager!"
"Well noticed," she said with a giggle, in between kisses.
Harry moved his face down to meet hers in another intense lip lock. Starting to feeling more confident now, Harry's hands started to wander a bit more over Alicia's toned body.
His hands started on her sides, went up her back and then down again, tracing the line her spine. In a fit of daring, he slid them over her bum, her firm cheeks filling his grip. He gave them an experimental squeeze and felt, more than heard, Alicia moan.
Her grip shifted to his shoulders and then Harry was turned through a right-angle and pushed down, hitting the sofa with a little oof of expelled breath. He looked up and met Alicia's gaze, her eyes flashed and for a second he was worried his gone to far but then she slid into his lap, face to face and kissed him again.
Alicia was squirming hotly in his arms now and she reached downwards. Harry leant back for a second as she pulled her top over her head and cast it away.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Harry stared at her tits, small but firm and capped with hard dark nipples before feeling a firm grasp on the back of his head. Alicia pushed Harry's head into her cleavage. Harry had no cause to object, kissing and licking to his heart's content as Alicia rubbed her tits on his face.
His mouth brushed up against one nipple and he sucked it, his tongue swirling over it.
"Oh yeah, that's the ticket." Alicia moaned, her hand on his head then ushered him over to do the same thing to her other breast. Alicia squirmed in his lap, grinding herself down onto his erection even as he sucked her tits.
Jerking his head back, Alicia slid out Harry's lap, down to the floor and tore at his trousers. Harry shifted his hips as she pulled his jeans and underwear down his legs and off him, casting them away.
Alicia's dark eyes seemed to widen slightly as she surveyed the results of her work. Harry's cock stood up mostly hard between his legs. Alicia pushed his legs apart with a grin and then shifted so she was kneeling directly between them.
"Oh," Harry mumbled.
Alicia took him in hand, her firm grip encircling the base of his cock and pointing it towards her mouth.
"Oh!" Harry said, his eyes growing wide.
Alicia wrapped her mouth around his erection, engulfing him in soft wet heat as her lips compressed around his shaft below the head.
"…!" Harry gasped wordlessly as Alicia's head bobbed up and down easily taking the part of him not encased her fist into her mouth. Her tongue worked divinely over the underside of his cock.
"That's it," he gasped, "oh, that's it!"
He squirmed and surged upwards, Alicia's hands move to his hips, holding him down with her weight by way of compensation, her head dipped lower taking more and more of him into her mouth, edging into her throat.
Harry's gasps and groans filled the air, mixed with muffled moans and the lewd slurping sounds of Alicia deepthroating him. his cock became slick and shiny with the saliva that escaped her lips and dribbled over Alicia's chin.
"Oh, oh, ooooh," Harry moaned and, losing control completely, he thrust his hands into Alicia thick brown hair and held on for dear life as he came, filling her gulping mouth with spurts of thick come in an intense release that left him light headed.
"Ah... sorry," Harry said, sheepishly, letting go of Alicia and blushing.
"Why don't you come down here and see how much I minded," Alicia said, her voice slightly thick and hoarse.
She hopped up on the sofa next to him and guided Harry's hand into her knickers. Harry's touch ran over her mound, a small amount of hair tickling at his fingers before reach her slit. He traced her entrance, feeling the smoothness of the folds of her pussy and then, feeling wetness, pressed into her. Alicia gasped but as she'd hinted, it went in easily.
"You really, do like this, huh?" Harry said as he pumped the single digit into Alicia. She gasped and moaned, nodding her head.
"More," she said.
"Ah… that's going to be a bit difficult," Harry said trying to manoeuvre his hand and failing.
"Let's give you a bit more room to work," Alicia said and pushed her jeans down. Harry helped as it took a surprising amount of effort to get them off. Alicia's strong legs seemed to go on forever.
Then they were free and her knickers followed the jeans in a flash so Alicia was sitting on his sofa entirely naked. Her body was long and lithe and all toned, supple muscle.
"Fuck," Harry moaned reverently.
Her slit glistened invitingly between those long legs. Harry forgot about fingering her entirely and simple knelt down before it as if in worship. He reached under her hips and pulled her bodily to him. She fell on her back with a squeak but now she was just perfectly position with her arse on the edge of the seat for Harry to get to work.
"Oh fuck!" Alicia wailed as Harry gave her pussy a long loving lick. She gripped her legs holding them open for him as he eagerly lapped her up. He flattened his tongue keeping it wide and soft as he explored the folds of her cunt. Then he hardened it thrusting it as deep into Alicia as it would go. He switched up his technique every moment, judging by Alicia's moans and squeaks what was the right one for her.
Alicia went quiet as he found her clit, swirling his tongue over it as he pressed two fingers into her. He paused a moment but it wasn't that she didn't like it. Her chest was heaving and she was gasping breathlessly, clearly on the edge of something.
Alicia tensed and relaxed, her legs coming crashing down on Harry's shoulders as she lost her grip on them.
Harry shifted his grip to hold them and straightened up. He was standing over Alicia, his cock re-hardened and ready to go.
When Alicia looked up at him, Harry grinned and cocked and eyebrow and she nodded consent. Harry put a hand between them lining up and then with a mutual moan of satisfaction sank into Alicia's cunt.
Harry leant in and over Alicia; she was folded nearly in half with her ankles hooked over his shoulders. He pulled back and thrust again, each long thrust burying his whole length in Alicia's welcoming body.
Each thrust coming just a little bit faster and harder than the one before it.
Each thrust was marked by a smacking of Harry's hips on Alicia's arse, a gasp and a curling of the toes to each side of Harry's head.
Alicia was strong and fit and, willingly, entirely helpless under Harry's onslaught, he realised.
That realisation flooded through him and before he knew it, his thrusts were short and desperate almost entirely contained within Alicia as he came, filling her up.
Harry collapsed onto the sofa next to Alicia.
"Well," he said after a while. "I suppose I should show you the bedroom."
"What a gentleman," Alicia responded with a hoarse but genuine laugh.
Harry laughed back, very happy that he'd figured out how these things should go.
Rating: Nc-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Alicia Spinnet
Word Count: ~1,700
Content: PWP, kissing, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, 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: Harry and Alicia get frisky after attending a quidditch match together
A/n: Posted for
bbtp_challenge 2024. Here's to many more.- - -
Contrary to popular belief, Harry Potter was not entirely clueless about women and dating. He did however had a tendency to over-think it and a lingering lack of self-esteem that made him hesitant to take advantage of opportunities.
The exact subtleties of when something was a date sometimes eluded him. Take Alicia Spinnet, for example. Harry really liked her, she seemed to like him, they had at least one shared interest and she was fit in multiple sense of the word.
Did chatting every Friday at work drinks counts as date? Almost certainly not. However, when they missed one Friday and caught up the following Monday lunch time, just the two of them? Harry wasn't as sure. He'd invited her to a Quidditch game but he hadn't said it was a date and she hadn't said anything either way as if she'd taken it as one.
The game had been intense: shouting, cheering themselves hoarse and Alicia had hugged him tight when her team had caught the snitch.
That had rather cinched it for Harry and he invited her home for a celebratory drink.
-
They were in Harry's living room and Alicia was clearly making herself comfortable: she kicked off her shoes and tossed her jacket onto a hook by Harry's door. He froze halfway through asking what she wanted to drink, captivated by her lithe body.
He took a couple of steps forward and, operating entirely on instinct, kissed her on the lips.
He'd worried and even half-expected that he would take her by surprise with this and ruin everything between them but if so there was no sign of it. The noise she made was soft and accepting and not one of alarm.
Instead, Harry was surprised by the intensity of her response. Alicia's arms snaked quickly around his neck and she returned the kiss forcefully. Harry moaned as she sucked on his lips and then his vocalisations were muffled as she deepened the kiss, her tongue darting eagerly into Harry's mouth.
He was becoming more and more certain that they had been dating all along.
He wrapped his arms around her body. It was less an embrace than him holding on for dear life. Alicia's touch was strong and practised, her fingers combing through his hair as she kissed him.
Harry was breathing heavily when the kiss ended. They didn't separate though and Alicia began to pepper his cheek and neck with soft kisses and nips of her teeth.
"Oh shit, Alicia," Harry said his head lolling back as she nuzzled at him, "you're eager!"
"Well noticed," she said with a giggle, in between kisses.
Harry moved his face down to meet hers in another intense lip lock. Starting to feeling more confident now, Harry's hands started to wander a bit more over Alicia's toned body.
His hands started on her sides, went up her back and then down again, tracing the line her spine. In a fit of daring, he slid them over her bum, her firm cheeks filling his grip. He gave them an experimental squeeze and felt, more than heard, Alicia moan.
Her grip shifted to his shoulders and then Harry was turned through a right-angle and pushed down, hitting the sofa with a little oof of expelled breath. He looked up and met Alicia's gaze, her eyes flashed and for a second he was worried his gone to far but then she slid into his lap, face to face and kissed him again.
Alicia was squirming hotly in his arms now and she reached downwards. Harry leant back for a second as she pulled her top over her head and cast it away.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Harry stared at her tits, small but firm and capped with hard dark nipples before feeling a firm grasp on the back of his head. Alicia pushed Harry's head into her cleavage. Harry had no cause to object, kissing and licking to his heart's content as Alicia rubbed her tits on his face.
His mouth brushed up against one nipple and he sucked it, his tongue swirling over it.
"Oh yeah, that's the ticket." Alicia moaned, her hand on his head then ushered him over to do the same thing to her other breast. Alicia squirmed in his lap, grinding herself down onto his erection even as he sucked her tits.
Jerking his head back, Alicia slid out Harry's lap, down to the floor and tore at his trousers. Harry shifted his hips as she pulled his jeans and underwear down his legs and off him, casting them away.
Alicia's dark eyes seemed to widen slightly as she surveyed the results of her work. Harry's cock stood up mostly hard between his legs. Alicia pushed his legs apart with a grin and then shifted so she was kneeling directly between them.
"Oh," Harry mumbled.
Alicia took him in hand, her firm grip encircling the base of his cock and pointing it towards her mouth.
"Oh!" Harry said, his eyes growing wide.
Alicia wrapped her mouth around his erection, engulfing him in soft wet heat as her lips compressed around his shaft below the head.
"…!" Harry gasped wordlessly as Alicia's head bobbed up and down easily taking the part of him not encased her fist into her mouth. Her tongue worked divinely over the underside of his cock.
"That's it," he gasped, "oh, that's it!"
He squirmed and surged upwards, Alicia's hands move to his hips, holding him down with her weight by way of compensation, her head dipped lower taking more and more of him into her mouth, edging into her throat.
Harry's gasps and groans filled the air, mixed with muffled moans and the lewd slurping sounds of Alicia deepthroating him. his cock became slick and shiny with the saliva that escaped her lips and dribbled over Alicia's chin.
"Oh, oh, ooooh," Harry moaned and, losing control completely, he thrust his hands into Alicia thick brown hair and held on for dear life as he came, filling her gulping mouth with spurts of thick come in an intense release that left him light headed.
"Ah... sorry," Harry said, sheepishly, letting go of Alicia and blushing.
"Why don't you come down here and see how much I minded," Alicia said, her voice slightly thick and hoarse.
She hopped up on the sofa next to him and guided Harry's hand into her knickers. Harry's touch ran over her mound, a small amount of hair tickling at his fingers before reach her slit. He traced her entrance, feeling the smoothness of the folds of her pussy and then, feeling wetness, pressed into her. Alicia gasped but as she'd hinted, it went in easily.
"You really, do like this, huh?" Harry said as he pumped the single digit into Alicia. She gasped and moaned, nodding her head.
"More," she said.
"Ah… that's going to be a bit difficult," Harry said trying to manoeuvre his hand and failing.
"Let's give you a bit more room to work," Alicia said and pushed her jeans down. Harry helped as it took a surprising amount of effort to get them off. Alicia's strong legs seemed to go on forever.
Then they were free and her knickers followed the jeans in a flash so Alicia was sitting on his sofa entirely naked. Her body was long and lithe and all toned, supple muscle.
"Fuck," Harry moaned reverently.
Her slit glistened invitingly between those long legs. Harry forgot about fingering her entirely and simple knelt down before it as if in worship. He reached under her hips and pulled her bodily to him. She fell on her back with a squeak but now she was just perfectly position with her arse on the edge of the seat for Harry to get to work.
"Oh fuck!" Alicia wailed as Harry gave her pussy a long loving lick. She gripped her legs holding them open for him as he eagerly lapped her up. He flattened his tongue keeping it wide and soft as he explored the folds of her cunt. Then he hardened it thrusting it as deep into Alicia as it would go. He switched up his technique every moment, judging by Alicia's moans and squeaks what was the right one for her.
Alicia went quiet as he found her clit, swirling his tongue over it as he pressed two fingers into her. He paused a moment but it wasn't that she didn't like it. Her chest was heaving and she was gasping breathlessly, clearly on the edge of something.
Alicia tensed and relaxed, her legs coming crashing down on Harry's shoulders as she lost her grip on them.
Harry shifted his grip to hold them and straightened up. He was standing over Alicia, his cock re-hardened and ready to go.
When Alicia looked up at him, Harry grinned and cocked and eyebrow and she nodded consent. Harry put a hand between them lining up and then with a mutual moan of satisfaction sank into Alicia's cunt.
Harry leant in and over Alicia; she was folded nearly in half with her ankles hooked over his shoulders. He pulled back and thrust again, each long thrust burying his whole length in Alicia's welcoming body.
Each thrust coming just a little bit faster and harder than the one before it.
Each thrust was marked by a smacking of Harry's hips on Alicia's arse, a gasp and a curling of the toes to each side of Harry's head.
Alicia was strong and fit and, willingly, entirely helpless under Harry's onslaught, he realised.
That realisation flooded through him and before he knew it, his thrusts were short and desperate almost entirely contained within Alicia as he came, filling her up.
Harry collapsed onto the sofa next to Alicia.
"Well," he said after a while. "I suppose I should show you the bedroom."
"What a gentleman," Alicia responded with a hoarse but genuine laugh.
Harry laughed back, very happy that he'd figured out how these things should go.