Fic: Submission (Bill/Fleur, NC-17)
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hpkinkfestTitle: Submission
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Prompt Number: #318 - submitted byinspired_ideas
Kink Showcased: Shibari/Japanese bondage
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Bill/Fleur
Summary: If only the courier knew - this time, the postman didn't ring twice.
Warnings: Nudity, arousal, oral sex, shibari/Japanese bonding, slight domination
Word Count: 920
Author's Notes: It's been a long time since I wrote a piece of good old smut, so bear with me if it's not exactly blissful. However, here's hoping that you'll enjoy!
Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Dell.
The doorbell laughed aloud in Bill's ears, startling him. He wiped his forehead with a quick, determined hand, and allowed himself the luxury to ponder – should he bother to go and see who it was, or should he ignore it?
"Go", muttered his wife.
So be it. Bill moved quickly through the spacious living room, sliding past the comfortable couch and the squat coffee table. He reached the door in no time. On its other side, a young courier was stamping his foot; he looked torn between staying for another minute or simply turning on his heels and leaving. Under his left arm he carried a sizeable parcel.
"Yes?" Bill poked his head out; the door was only slightly cracked.
The delivery boy almost jumped in surprise. He took in Bill's unshaved face and his narrowed eyes, and seemed to wonder about the degree of danger he was exposing himself to. Finally, he decided to speak.
"I – I have a parcel here", he said; he had a strong Cockney accent. "For one Mrs. – err – Fleur Weasley?"
"Yes, of course", acknowledged Bill, nodding once. "But you see, I'm so sorry – she's a bit tied up at the moment."
The courier was taken aback by the door being slammed in his face, and spent another few minutes on the threshold, scratching his freckled nape. Finally, he decided he'd come back the next day, and cursed his life for having to carry the parcel back to the post office. Perhaps he'd be able to trick Jimmy into trading places on the morrow, he thought.
Bill returned to the bedroom, taking his time. He carefully placed one bare foot before the other, mindful not to disturbe an inner balance that only he could observe. Finally, he got inside the room and cast an affectionate look toward his wife.
Fleur was lying flat on her back, her naked body covered in a thin film of sweat. Her hands were tied behind her back; the soft rope came down her shoulders, crossing between her breasts – they were pushed upward and heavy, nipples fully erect. The rope followed a crisscrossed pattern over her belly, and the two sides joined between Fleur's thighs. It coiled around them and fixed her ankles tightly under her buttocks.
It was a work of art. Bill's affection turned into desire. He, too, was naked. It would have been quite a shock for the poor courier to see him in full splendour, he mused. But there was no time for such childish thoughts.
"So", he started in a dangerously low voice, "how are we? Still stubborn? Still determined to have our way?"
Fleur's eyes narrowed, but she didn't answer. Instead she nodded vigorously, which caused the rope to stir; her arms twitched involuntarily, pulling at it even further, and her entire body arched when the knot between her tights rubbed heavily against her clit.
She moaned – a guttural sound; her mouth remained shut.
Bill came closer, and closer, minding each step. He looked at her, took in her whole naked splendour, and liked his lips. He felt the tip of his cock brushing his belly; his lips split in a wicked smile.
"It's not good, my darling", he said. "I'll have to take care of this – issue."
He reached the mattress and knelt on it. Looking down at Fleur's twisted body, he smiled again; before she could anticipate his move, he traced a swift line down her ribs. Fleur winced, pulling at the rope. Again she uttered a stifled moan.
Bill leaned on his arms and took one of Fleur's nipples in his mouth; it tasted like sweat, and it stiffened under his tongue, which lapped and flicked over it. Switching his weight on only one hand, he suckled hard, while his free hand cupped the other breast and fondled it eagerly.
Under him, Fleur tossed and turned; each time she moved, the knot between her thighs dug deeper, already slick. Bill felt her arousal growing, and ripple after ripple of warmth clutched his belly. He leaned closer, cupping both breasts with his hands; they were soft under his restless fingers, and damp with sweat and his saliva. Fondling them, he lowered his head and followed the crisscrossed pattern of the rope over Fleur's belly.
When the tip of his tongue reached her cleft, Fleur's entire body shook and convulsed under it. She half-rolled from one side to the other, but was forced to come back in the same position. Bill tasted her moist folds; his teeth caught the knot, pushed it upward, and he suckled hard. Under his lips, Fleur's clit throbbed, and she pushed her hips toward him. Bill let the knot back into place. Another deep moan.
"There, there", he said hoarsely. "Looks like we're slowly coming to terms."
His thumb rolled the knot on purpose. Fleur whimpered. There were tears in her eyes, eyes that darkened with desire. Bill slid one deft finger inside of her, rubbing ever so slightly; then a second one. It was moist and hot inside, and he felt like he couldn't bear it any longer.
"Let's see", he rasped. "Let's see if we can understand each other."
In a single swift swing, he positioned himself between Fleur's thighs, and planted his shaft inside her with a short thrust. Her back arched; her hips buckled; she engulfed him completely, greedily, welcomingly. The knot did his job – and finally, Fleur opened her mouth.
"Do it now", she urged, "and do it fast."
Author:
savepurenessPrompt Number: #318 - submitted by
inspired_ideasKink Showcased: Shibari/Japanese bondage
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Bill/Fleur
Summary: If only the courier knew - this time, the postman didn't ring twice.
Warnings: Nudity, arousal, oral sex, shibari/Japanese bonding, slight domination
Word Count: 920
Author's Notes: It's been a long time since I wrote a piece of good old smut, so bear with me if it's not exactly blissful. However, here's hoping that you'll enjoy!
Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Dell.
The doorbell laughed aloud in Bill's ears, startling him. He wiped his forehead with a quick, determined hand, and allowed himself the luxury to ponder – should he bother to go and see who it was, or should he ignore it?
"Go", muttered his wife.
So be it. Bill moved quickly through the spacious living room, sliding past the comfortable couch and the squat coffee table. He reached the door in no time. On its other side, a young courier was stamping his foot; he looked torn between staying for another minute or simply turning on his heels and leaving. Under his left arm he carried a sizeable parcel.
"Yes?" Bill poked his head out; the door was only slightly cracked.
The delivery boy almost jumped in surprise. He took in Bill's unshaved face and his narrowed eyes, and seemed to wonder about the degree of danger he was exposing himself to. Finally, he decided to speak.
"I – I have a parcel here", he said; he had a strong Cockney accent. "For one Mrs. – err – Fleur Weasley?"
"Yes, of course", acknowledged Bill, nodding once. "But you see, I'm so sorry – she's a bit tied up at the moment."
The courier was taken aback by the door being slammed in his face, and spent another few minutes on the threshold, scratching his freckled nape. Finally, he decided he'd come back the next day, and cursed his life for having to carry the parcel back to the post office. Perhaps he'd be able to trick Jimmy into trading places on the morrow, he thought.
Bill returned to the bedroom, taking his time. He carefully placed one bare foot before the other, mindful not to disturbe an inner balance that only he could observe. Finally, he got inside the room and cast an affectionate look toward his wife.
Fleur was lying flat on her back, her naked body covered in a thin film of sweat. Her hands were tied behind her back; the soft rope came down her shoulders, crossing between her breasts – they were pushed upward and heavy, nipples fully erect. The rope followed a crisscrossed pattern over her belly, and the two sides joined between Fleur's thighs. It coiled around them and fixed her ankles tightly under her buttocks.
It was a work of art. Bill's affection turned into desire. He, too, was naked. It would have been quite a shock for the poor courier to see him in full splendour, he mused. But there was no time for such childish thoughts.
"So", he started in a dangerously low voice, "how are we? Still stubborn? Still determined to have our way?"
Fleur's eyes narrowed, but she didn't answer. Instead she nodded vigorously, which caused the rope to stir; her arms twitched involuntarily, pulling at it even further, and her entire body arched when the knot between her tights rubbed heavily against her clit.
She moaned – a guttural sound; her mouth remained shut.
Bill came closer, and closer, minding each step. He looked at her, took in her whole naked splendour, and liked his lips. He felt the tip of his cock brushing his belly; his lips split in a wicked smile.
"It's not good, my darling", he said. "I'll have to take care of this – issue."
He reached the mattress and knelt on it. Looking down at Fleur's twisted body, he smiled again; before she could anticipate his move, he traced a swift line down her ribs. Fleur winced, pulling at the rope. Again she uttered a stifled moan.
Bill leaned on his arms and took one of Fleur's nipples in his mouth; it tasted like sweat, and it stiffened under his tongue, which lapped and flicked over it. Switching his weight on only one hand, he suckled hard, while his free hand cupped the other breast and fondled it eagerly.
Under him, Fleur tossed and turned; each time she moved, the knot between her thighs dug deeper, already slick. Bill felt her arousal growing, and ripple after ripple of warmth clutched his belly. He leaned closer, cupping both breasts with his hands; they were soft under his restless fingers, and damp with sweat and his saliva. Fondling them, he lowered his head and followed the crisscrossed pattern of the rope over Fleur's belly.
When the tip of his tongue reached her cleft, Fleur's entire body shook and convulsed under it. She half-rolled from one side to the other, but was forced to come back in the same position. Bill tasted her moist folds; his teeth caught the knot, pushed it upward, and he suckled hard. Under his lips, Fleur's clit throbbed, and she pushed her hips toward him. Bill let the knot back into place. Another deep moan.
"There, there", he said hoarsely. "Looks like we're slowly coming to terms."
His thumb rolled the knot on purpose. Fleur whimpered. There were tears in her eyes, eyes that darkened with desire. Bill slid one deft finger inside of her, rubbing ever so slightly; then a second one. It was moist and hot inside, and he felt like he couldn't bear it any longer.
"Let's see", he rasped. "Let's see if we can understand each other."
In a single swift swing, he positioned himself between Fleur's thighs, and planted his shaft inside her with a short thrust. Her back arched; her hips buckled; she engulfed him completely, greedily, welcomingly. The knot did his job – and finally, Fleur opened her mouth.
"Do it now", she urged, "and do it fast."
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Date: 2010-02-08 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-13 08:07 pm (UTC)Your review was the first one I got -- at that time I was still unsure whether the piece will be well-received or not.
I laught full-heartedly; I thank you now. It means a lot to be appreciated in such words.
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Date: 2010-02-13 08:08 pm (UTC)If there's something I like to toy in such fics, that's domination. I'm glad you found it realistic and genuine.
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Date: 2010-02-13 08:09 pm (UTC)Thanks, girl ♥. It means a lot, coming from you.
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Date: 2010-02-09 05:06 am (UTC)Still determined to have her way, but this time I don't think Bill is unwilling to let her have it. This certainly seemed blissful to me.
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Date: 2010-02-13 08:12 pm (UTC)Ohhh. I'm sure they both have their way in the end.
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Date: 2010-02-09 01:00 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2010-02-13 06:27 am (UTC)Thanks for writing and sharing!
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Date: 2010-02-13 08:06 pm (UTC)In all honesty I'm more than happy to see that this piece is so well-received; it makes my heart swell. It's not often that I write true erotica, and even more seldom that I dabble in kinks, so reading your words gives me a lot of trust.
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