Fic: The Score Sheet (Harry/Alicia)
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lightofdayeSo that writing longer fic thing is going to have to wait a while. More porn for y'all.
Title: The Score Sheet
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Alicia Spinnet.
Word Count:1,098
Content: PWP, a bit of dirty talk and roughness.
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: After a match, Alicia and Harry get a real workout.
A/n: Beta-read by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tamlane.
Alicia Spinnet was not quite what people would call pretty, Harry realised. Her features were perhaps a bit too sharp, her nose maybe a tiny bit long or her chin slightly broader than was considered beautiful. What she was however was striking, confident, and a lot stronger than he expected. She easily threw him down flat on his back onto her hotel bed. He caught himself with his hands, pushing his body half back into a sitting position before Alicia’s hands landed on his chest and pushed him down again and she straddled his waist.
“Alicia…” Harry said, his voice choked and breathless, his heart hammering excitedly in his chest. This wasn’t his fault. Cho. Tonks. Ginny. He’d always had a thing for sporty, active types, for older women, and Alicia was both and wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
“Shit, Potter,” Alicia groaned, “You want me, don’t’ ya?”
Alicia’s dark brown eyes glittered; her brown hair hung free past her shoulders. She smirked slightly as her head descended. Harry lifted his face to hers, lips parted, expecting a kiss but instead Alicia’s lips brushed past his to close on his neck just below his jawline, pressing against his skin in a touch that was half kiss and half bite.
Her hands tore at his shirt, yanking it apart; it dug into the left side of his neck as the rest propelled clear down to his right forearm. Alicia’s wicked mouth worked its way down, kissing at his neck and gnawing at his shoulder before reaching its prize. She bit down on his nipple, and Harry cursed and writhed under her. His hips jerked upwards, pressing against Alicia’s crotch. But her eyes were alight with satisfaction; her tongue swirled over his achingly hard nub of a nipple, while she grinded herself down on his equally hard cock.
“Yeah, you want me bad, Harry,” Alicia said, rolling her hips, “At least I have something decent to work with here.”
Harry would have liked to have said something in reply, but Alicia chose that moment to pull her shirt over her head, leaving her entirely topless. The sight silenced his objections. Long years of flying outdoors had left Alicia’s face, neck, and forearms weather-beaten until they almost looked tanned. The rest of her, by contrast — her strong biceps, her toned abs, and her soft, round tits — were pale, aside from the deep pink of her taut nipples.
Alicia let go long enough to pull his trousers and pants down to his knees and strip off her own entirely. Her legs were as hard and strong as her arms, he realised, as she spread them over his cock. His head rubbed through the dark curls of her mound before it was pressed against the sopping wetness of her cunt. Harry whimpered as he felt droplets of her arousal splatter across his shaft as her pussy was prised open.
“Feels like I’m not the only one who wants it?” Harry grinned up at her, but his expression faltered as she pushed downwards and his cock was forced inch by inch into her tight cunt. Each time Alicia moved, she panted, squeezing herself tight around him before relaxing her inner muscles to push down again.
“Course I want it,” Alicia growled. “I wouldn’t be doing this otherwise, would I?”
“Can’t think of a reason,” Harry gasped as he was buried to the hilt inside of her.
Alicia rode him. Her hands seized his wrists and pinned them alongside his head as she leant over him. Her hair whipped in every direction and her perfect tits swayed, begging to be sucked upon, just beyond the reach of Harry’s mouth.
She panted and moaned, pulling herself nearly off his cock before impaling herself once again. Each time she pushed down, her grip clenched on his wrists. Her trim body glistened and became slick with her excursions.
“Shit…” She groaned. “Ah. Fuck. Oh. Merlin.” Her pace slowed, each stroke lifting her lower than before, until she was barely riding him at all; instead she merely ground herself against his crotch, rubbing her walls all over him, while Harry thrust upwards as much as his pinned body could manage.
Alicia’s voice failed her. She gasped in deep breaths as her body shuddered and shook on top of Harry. Her grip slackened off his wrists.
And in that moment of weakness, Harry acted.
Bursting free of her grip, one hand landed on her hip and the other closer on her arm, Harry pushed and pulled and suddenly they were rolling. Alicia’s head landed on the other pillow and their positions were reversed.
Her legs were flung up vertically in the air, her arms spread wide as if to catch herself. Harry pressed down on top of her, feeling her tits pushed tight against his chest. His hands clawed through her hair, as he angled her head to his and kissed her for the first time.
She tasted delicious, even through the sweat and half worn-off lip balm. His tongue thrust boldly into her mouth, pushing against her yielding tongue. Taken by surprise as she was, Alicia’s body was suddenly incredibly pliant to his desires.
His hips rolled, thrusting his cock deeply into her, her wet cunt parting easily for him now. His body slapped against hers as he picked up his pace, feeling Alicia’s muffled, shocked moans ripple through his body from their locked lips.
Her legs wrapped around him, and her hands clutched at his back as he roughly fucked her. It might have been too much, but given the way her body clenched and shuddered in release every other stroke, Harry rather thought she didn’t really mind.
Harry broke their kiss, gasping for breath, and buried his head against Alicia’s neck, the sound of her unrestrained moaning pushing him over the edge as the built-up tension in his body boiled over and lights popped behind his eyes as he came.
They lay entwined in the tangled wreck of Alicia’s bed. Harry was on his back with her arms thrown possessively around him. His wrists ached, his back seemed to be punctured in several places and scratched over the rest of it, and both of them were soaked in sweat.
It had been the best lay of Harry’s life, he thought, and if this was her reaction to the final score of her match against the Harpies… well, Harry could only hope that Alicia was going to lose a lot more Quidditch matches in the future. And he hardly felt guilty about it at all.
Title: The Score Sheet
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Alicia Spinnet.
Word Count:1,098
Content: PWP, a bit of dirty talk and roughness.
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: After a match, Alicia and Harry get a real workout.
A/n: Beta-read by
tamlane. Alicia Spinnet was not quite what people would call pretty, Harry realised. Her features were perhaps a bit too sharp, her nose maybe a tiny bit long or her chin slightly broader than was considered beautiful. What she was however was striking, confident, and a lot stronger than he expected. She easily threw him down flat on his back onto her hotel bed. He caught himself with his hands, pushing his body half back into a sitting position before Alicia’s hands landed on his chest and pushed him down again and she straddled his waist.
“Alicia…” Harry said, his voice choked and breathless, his heart hammering excitedly in his chest. This wasn’t his fault. Cho. Tonks. Ginny. He’d always had a thing for sporty, active types, for older women, and Alicia was both and wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
“Shit, Potter,” Alicia groaned, “You want me, don’t’ ya?”
Alicia’s dark brown eyes glittered; her brown hair hung free past her shoulders. She smirked slightly as her head descended. Harry lifted his face to hers, lips parted, expecting a kiss but instead Alicia’s lips brushed past his to close on his neck just below his jawline, pressing against his skin in a touch that was half kiss and half bite.
Her hands tore at his shirt, yanking it apart; it dug into the left side of his neck as the rest propelled clear down to his right forearm. Alicia’s wicked mouth worked its way down, kissing at his neck and gnawing at his shoulder before reaching its prize. She bit down on his nipple, and Harry cursed and writhed under her. His hips jerked upwards, pressing against Alicia’s crotch. But her eyes were alight with satisfaction; her tongue swirled over his achingly hard nub of a nipple, while she grinded herself down on his equally hard cock.
“Yeah, you want me bad, Harry,” Alicia said, rolling her hips, “At least I have something decent to work with here.”
Harry would have liked to have said something in reply, but Alicia chose that moment to pull her shirt over her head, leaving her entirely topless. The sight silenced his objections. Long years of flying outdoors had left Alicia’s face, neck, and forearms weather-beaten until they almost looked tanned. The rest of her, by contrast — her strong biceps, her toned abs, and her soft, round tits — were pale, aside from the deep pink of her taut nipples.
Alicia let go long enough to pull his trousers and pants down to his knees and strip off her own entirely. Her legs were as hard and strong as her arms, he realised, as she spread them over his cock. His head rubbed through the dark curls of her mound before it was pressed against the sopping wetness of her cunt. Harry whimpered as he felt droplets of her arousal splatter across his shaft as her pussy was prised open.
“Feels like I’m not the only one who wants it?” Harry grinned up at her, but his expression faltered as she pushed downwards and his cock was forced inch by inch into her tight cunt. Each time Alicia moved, she panted, squeezing herself tight around him before relaxing her inner muscles to push down again.
“Course I want it,” Alicia growled. “I wouldn’t be doing this otherwise, would I?”
“Can’t think of a reason,” Harry gasped as he was buried to the hilt inside of her.
Alicia rode him. Her hands seized his wrists and pinned them alongside his head as she leant over him. Her hair whipped in every direction and her perfect tits swayed, begging to be sucked upon, just beyond the reach of Harry’s mouth.
She panted and moaned, pulling herself nearly off his cock before impaling herself once again. Each time she pushed down, her grip clenched on his wrists. Her trim body glistened and became slick with her excursions.
“Shit…” She groaned. “Ah. Fuck. Oh. Merlin.” Her pace slowed, each stroke lifting her lower than before, until she was barely riding him at all; instead she merely ground herself against his crotch, rubbing her walls all over him, while Harry thrust upwards as much as his pinned body could manage.
Alicia’s voice failed her. She gasped in deep breaths as her body shuddered and shook on top of Harry. Her grip slackened off his wrists.
And in that moment of weakness, Harry acted.
Bursting free of her grip, one hand landed on her hip and the other closer on her arm, Harry pushed and pulled and suddenly they were rolling. Alicia’s head landed on the other pillow and their positions were reversed.
Her legs were flung up vertically in the air, her arms spread wide as if to catch herself. Harry pressed down on top of her, feeling her tits pushed tight against his chest. His hands clawed through her hair, as he angled her head to his and kissed her for the first time.
She tasted delicious, even through the sweat and half worn-off lip balm. His tongue thrust boldly into her mouth, pushing against her yielding tongue. Taken by surprise as she was, Alicia’s body was suddenly incredibly pliant to his desires.
His hips rolled, thrusting his cock deeply into her, her wet cunt parting easily for him now. His body slapped against hers as he picked up his pace, feeling Alicia’s muffled, shocked moans ripple through his body from their locked lips.
Her legs wrapped around him, and her hands clutched at his back as he roughly fucked her. It might have been too much, but given the way her body clenched and shuddered in release every other stroke, Harry rather thought she didn’t really mind.
Harry broke their kiss, gasping for breath, and buried his head against Alicia’s neck, the sound of her unrestrained moaning pushing him over the edge as the built-up tension in his body boiled over and lights popped behind his eyes as he came.
They lay entwined in the tangled wreck of Alicia’s bed. Harry was on his back with her arms thrown possessively around him. His wrists ached, his back seemed to be punctured in several places and scratched over the rest of it, and both of them were soaked in sweat.
It had been the best lay of Harry’s life, he thought, and if this was her reaction to the final score of her match against the Harpies… well, Harry could only hope that Alicia was going to lose a lot more Quidditch matches in the future. And he hardly felt guilty about it at all.
