Happy Birthday Fic for Ely_baby
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lightofdayeTitle: Trustworthy
Rating: PG-13/R
Pairing:Hugo/Lily Luna
Word Count:
Content: PWP, Cousincest. Teenage sex (16 year olds), sort of dub-con-y? Frottage.
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: Boys shouldn’t be allowed in Lily Luna’s room.
A/n:For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ely_baby, on her birthday. Many happy returns, Ely! Kind of ran out of time on this to get it out today. I was aiming for male!dom but I think it came out creepy. Still I hope you like it, Ely?
Lily’s room had become a bit less girly since the last time Hugo had seen it. There was the slight hint of the pink decorations beneath the blue and turquoise, the odd picture of a pony or princess in among the boy bands and movie posters and almost all the Holyhead Harpy colours had been replace by those of the Tutshill Tornadoes.
“Your dad is so much cooler than my Dad,” Hugo said, as he closed the door behind them. Lily frowned at him so he continued. “Well my dad never let Rose have any boys in her room at your age. Or any age, really.”
To his surprise, Lily laughed.
“Oh, Hugo. You don’t count.”
Hugo frowned, even as Lily continued talking: chatting on about the Tornado’s chances in the league this year, determinedly avoiding discuss their potential O.W.L results and completely missing Hugo’s darkening expression until…
“Why don’t I count?” Hugo said, interrupting a soliloquy on the dreaminess of one of Tutshill’s finest beaters.
“Why- what?” Lily said
“Why don’t I count?” Hugo repeated, stepping closer to Lily. “Am I not a boy?”
“Dad trusts you. ‘Cos you’re my cousin!”
“You’re male cousin, though?”
Hugo was so close now. Lily was looking up at him, brown eyes wide open. Her eyebrows had disappeared underneath the fringe of her scarlet pixie cut.
“Alright, alright! I know you’re a boy.”
“Good,” Hugo growled and didn’t retreat. “Because it hasn’t escaped my notice that you’re a woman.”
Hugo ducked his head down to kiss her. Lily made of a noise of surprise and her hands pressed against his chest. His hands settled on her hips, holding her place as he snogged her senseless.
“Hugo… shouldn’t… can’t,” Lily gasped out between kisses.
Her hands dug into his chest, clawing at his t-shirt, as Hugo lets his hands drop from her sides, even as Lily moved into his kisses.
“You.. don’t seem… be stopping,” Hugo said as Lily continued to suck on his lips, heedless of his own passivity. “I think you like this, Lily.”
He pried her hands off his chest and moved them backward until they tumbled down on her bed. Hugo pinned her arms down to the quilt, while whether by accident or design Lily’s legs spread wide open.
Hugo settled down on top of her, the feeling of her slender body, squirming between him and the bed felt beyond incredible. The upward undulations of her body pressed the front of her knickers, exposed by her short skirt, pushed up by the movement, directly against his bulging jeans.
Lily squeaked as Hugo rocked his hips forward rubbing himself firmly against.
“Don’t worry, Lily,” He murmured softly into her sweet smelling hair, “This’ll be great. Trust me. Trust me like your daddy does.”
Lily buried her face in his shoulder, but from the muffled nosies she made, and the way her bodied moved against his, she did. Completely.
Rating: PG-13/R
Pairing:Hugo/Lily Luna
Word Count:
Content: PWP, Cousincest. Teenage sex (16 year olds), sort of dub-con-y? Frottage.
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: Boys shouldn’t be allowed in Lily Luna’s room.
A/n:For
ely_baby, on her birthday. Many happy returns, Ely! Kind of ran out of time on this to get it out today. I was aiming for male!dom but I think it came out creepy. Still I hope you like it, Ely?Lily’s room had become a bit less girly since the last time Hugo had seen it. There was the slight hint of the pink decorations beneath the blue and turquoise, the odd picture of a pony or princess in among the boy bands and movie posters and almost all the Holyhead Harpy colours had been replace by those of the Tutshill Tornadoes.
“Your dad is so much cooler than my Dad,” Hugo said, as he closed the door behind them. Lily frowned at him so he continued. “Well my dad never let Rose have any boys in her room at your age. Or any age, really.”
To his surprise, Lily laughed.
“Oh, Hugo. You don’t count.”
Hugo frowned, even as Lily continued talking: chatting on about the Tornado’s chances in the league this year, determinedly avoiding discuss their potential O.W.L results and completely missing Hugo’s darkening expression until…
“Why don’t I count?” Hugo said, interrupting a soliloquy on the dreaminess of one of Tutshill’s finest beaters.
“Why- what?” Lily said
“Why don’t I count?” Hugo repeated, stepping closer to Lily. “Am I not a boy?”
“Dad trusts you. ‘Cos you’re my cousin!”
“You’re male cousin, though?”
Hugo was so close now. Lily was looking up at him, brown eyes wide open. Her eyebrows had disappeared underneath the fringe of her scarlet pixie cut.
“Alright, alright! I know you’re a boy.”
“Good,” Hugo growled and didn’t retreat. “Because it hasn’t escaped my notice that you’re a woman.”
Hugo ducked his head down to kiss her. Lily made of a noise of surprise and her hands pressed against his chest. His hands settled on her hips, holding her place as he snogged her senseless.
“Hugo… shouldn’t… can’t,” Lily gasped out between kisses.
Her hands dug into his chest, clawing at his t-shirt, as Hugo lets his hands drop from her sides, even as Lily moved into his kisses.
“You.. don’t seem… be stopping,” Hugo said as Lily continued to suck on his lips, heedless of his own passivity. “I think you like this, Lily.”
He pried her hands off his chest and moved them backward until they tumbled down on her bed. Hugo pinned her arms down to the quilt, while whether by accident or design Lily’s legs spread wide open.
Hugo settled down on top of her, the feeling of her slender body, squirming between him and the bed felt beyond incredible. The upward undulations of her body pressed the front of her knickers, exposed by her short skirt, pushed up by the movement, directly against his bulging jeans.
Lily squeaked as Hugo rocked his hips forward rubbing himself firmly against.
“Don’t worry, Lily,” He murmured softly into her sweet smelling hair, “This’ll be great. Trust me. Trust me like your daddy does.”
Lily buried her face in his shoulder, but from the muffled nosies she made, and the way her bodied moved against his, she did. Completely.
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Date: 2015-05-20 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-05-20 08:26 am (UTC)Okay, okay, okay. I'm calm and collected and I'm going to leave a calm and collected comment to this absolutely LOVELY present.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!!
Of course I'm not! I'm going to have to do a great effort just to spare you an ALL CAPS review to this, because I am so SUPER excited and you just have no freaking idea!!!!!
First of all, how did you know that this is my favourite pairing?
Haha! Yes, I'm joking.
Oh, God! Have I thanked you already? Have I thanked you enough? I don't think I have, and you'll probably get random "thank you" messages from me throughout your life. This is so lovely and fantastic and I love it so much. SO MUCH.
Okay, calm and collected.. First, I LOVE the setting. And I love this incredibly hot and perfectly characterised and just plain believably little snippet in their relationship. I love the way you develop this, I love that you start from the description of Lily's room (can I just say that my heart was beating furiously already when I read the summary?!), and that that the room gives them an excuse to talk about boys in Lily's room, and that Hugo - God, I love your Hugo - would just show her that he definitely counts as a boy (yes, he does). BTW, you call him creepy, I call him a dom, and I love it.
The frottage is amazing. As always. You write the hottest frottage ever. I noticed that in Quick Puffs of Jollity and I honestly was amazed at how perfect your frottage scenes are. Like, I usually don't even understand it - like understand what most authors write - but you.. God! It's perfect, it's hot, it's gorgeous, it's... it's just plain bloody awesome. I just don't have words to describe it. Honestly. Just don't have words. It's so good. (Hahah, I have to admit that if you were Tam, I'd tell you just what that frottage scene did to me, but I don't think that's very lady-like so l should probably shut up... - Take it as a compliment though!)
I love how you've characterised them - this is so like my headcanon for them it's ridiculous. And I have never thought about Lily with a pixie cut, but now I suddenly want to cut off her hair in all of my fics. I so love that Hugo is the one to take control - well, duh - and I love that Lily would kiss him back like that and trust him completely. By the way, you're both a genius and very evil (an evil genius) to finish it where you did (I'll wait for my next birthday to see what happens next ;DD). I love their relationship, and I love how much we gather of how close they are from such few words. And I even love the detail of Lily's monologue about the Beater. I don't even know why..
My most favourite bits from this are: “Why don’t I count?” Hugo said, interrupting a soliloquy on the dreaminess of one of Tutshill’s finest beaters., “Alright, alright! I know you’re a boy.” “Good,” Hugo growled and didn’t retreat. “Because it hasn’t escaped my notice that you’re a woman.” (I'm doing all sorts of Pterodactyl sounds at this!), and the last part, Lily squeaked as Hugo rocked his hips forward rubbing himself firmly against. “Don’t worry, Lily,” He murmured softly into her sweet smelling hair, “This’ll be great. Trust me. Trust me like your daddy does.” Lily buried her face in his shoulder, but from the muffled nosies she made, and the way her bodied moved against his, she did. Completely. I love that "Completely." at the end. It's perfection. And that "Trust me like your daddy does." It's so perfect and hot (why can I imagine his voice in my head so well?), I want to cry.
Daye, thank you so much for this present. (Have I already said that?) I am speechless and in awe and humbled and sososososo happy. Thank you! I loved it far more than I could express here. FAR MORE. God. Thank you so much! What a lovely lovely lovely lovely present! And thank you for the birthday wishes too! You made my day. Thank you! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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Date: 2015-05-20 09:20 pm (UTC)Hmm. The frottae! i would have given them more action but like i said i was running out of time. And I remembered how much you liked it in QPoJ! Hope it wasn't too repetitive!
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Date: 2015-05-21 08:13 am (UTC)"Loved it" doesn't even start to describe what I feel for this fic. And the frottage was spot on, hot, and different from last time so not repetitive in the slightest.
And by the way, hope you're feeling better. I'm old, so I go to bed early, and didn't see your other post until.. well, now. But I hope today you're well, and your stomach isn't giving you problems anymore. xx
ETA: You may want to try some Magic Immortali-Tea next time you're feeling unwell.. ;) xx
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Date: 2015-05-21 07:56 pm (UTC)and thanks Am feel better. It was more nervousness than anything actually wrong with me.