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lightofdayeTitle: Race To The Finish
Word Count: 1 x 100
Rating: R/NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Albus Severus Potter/Roxanne Weasley
Content: PWP, humour and smut, established relationship, horny teenagers, 17/18 year olds, incest (first cousins), quick sex, cupboard sex, 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: Al and Roxy race against time.
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hp_nextgen100's Prompt #362: "Race"
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Roxanne Weasley was surprised when Albus Severus Potter pulled her into a supply cupboard and kissed her but she kissed her boyfriend back enthusiastically.
He pressed her against the wall, one hand on her breast, the other pulling her robes up above her waist. He pushed in between her legs, grinding against her.
“Hold up Al,” Roxy whimpered, “it’s not a race.”
“We have potions in ten minutes.”
“Dammit…” Roxy groaned feeling Al’s erection press against her knickers. “Alright then.”
Roxy buried her face against Al’s shoulder as he thrust into her, quickie or not, she didn’t regret saying yes.
Word Count: 1 x 100
Rating: R/NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Albus Severus Potter/Roxanne Weasley
Content: PWP, humour and smut, established relationship, horny teenagers, 17/18 year olds, incest (first cousins), quick sex, cupboard sex, 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: Al and Roxy race against time.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for
hp_nextgen100's Prompt #362: "Race"---
Roxanne Weasley was surprised when Albus Severus Potter pulled her into a supply cupboard and kissed her but she kissed her boyfriend back enthusiastically.
He pressed her against the wall, one hand on her breast, the other pulling her robes up above her waist. He pushed in between her legs, grinding against her.
“Hold up Al,” Roxy whimpered, “it’s not a race.”
“We have potions in ten minutes.”
“Dammit…” Roxy groaned feeling Al’s erection press against her knickers. “Alright then.”
Roxy buried her face against Al’s shoulder as he thrust into her, quickie or not, she didn’t regret saying yes.
