Locker Room Fun
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Title: Locker Room Fun
Author:
quixe
Prompt Number: #302 submitted by
paukenfrau
Kink Showcased: self-penetration
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/broom
Summary: Harry indulges in the Quidditch locker rooms with his trusty Firebolt
Warnings: inappropriate use of a broom
Word Count: ~1500
Author's Notes: to
paukenfrau , I hope I did your prompt justice :)
Harry stroked his hand down the slender handle of his Firebolt. It was beautifully made, all smooth angles and delicately curved contours. Ever since they had made that blasted Amortentia potion in Slughorn’s class he hadn’t been able to get the thought out of his head. It was so dirty, so weird, and yet… so bloody arousing!
The last time they had Quidditch practice he had nearly killed himself trying to ride with a stiff one the size Malfoy’s ego. He couldn’t help it. That broom –that damn, blasted, bloody marvelous specimen of a broom– was the only thing he could think about anymore. He knew how wonderful it felt to straddle his beloved Firebolt and soar to unimaginable heights, but…
How would it feel to truly ride it?
The mere thought alone made him hornier than a doxy in heat. It was so smooth underneath his fingers, the wood of it so fine and comforting. If it felt so good on the tips of his fingers, in the warmth of his palm, then it must feel bloody fantastic inside of him. But no, Harry thought, no way.
He was not going to go there. He couldn’t! Could he?
More importantly…would he?
Harry’s eyes scanned around the Gryffindor changing rooms. Well, technically, not that he would do such a thing, but if he were to, then now would be the most opportune time wouldn’t it? There was no one around since he was always the last out of the shower, and Ron and Hermione weren’t expecting him for another hour for dinner. They were probably snogging each other’s faces off, the damned lucky sods. Harry wished he had someone like that. The closest companion he had besides his right hand was his…
Harry bit his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth as he glanced furtively towards the door. Slowly, he brought his beloved Firebolt up to his nose and inhaled. Ahhhh he sighed with pleasure. The woody, masculine smell of a broomstick was indeed a wonderful thing.
Harry glanced about, easing his nerves as he stuck his tongue out and licked at the handle of his broom hesitantly. It tasted…well it tasted like the wax he had used to shine his broom but that was not the main point. The point was that it didn’t feel like he was doing anything wrong. It felt natural, like the first time he had ridden on a broom. To fly it, that was.
Feeling bolder, Harry brought the broom closer as he licked a broad stripe up its handle. The wood, he thought, tasted almost like the excitement of catching the snitch. Or perhaps it was just the excitement of doing something so utterly ludicrous. Harry brought the handle end of the broom to his mouth, licking it before engulfing it with his lips. It was almost like that one time he had fooled around and given head to Dean Thomas, except for some bizarre reason he felt more attachment and affection for his Firebolt than he ever did Dean. Dean was a good guy and all, but there was just something about brooms being a wizard’s best friend.
When he took his mouth off of the handle, the naughtiest idea came to Harry’s mind when he saw how wet and shiny the handle now was. Casting another paranoid look around the room, Harry quickly cast a locking and silencing charm on the door before shucking his kit to sit bare bottomed on the floor. Leaning back against the locker and getting comfy as can be, Harry grabbed his Firebolt and slowly spread his legs.
He whispered a lubrication spell that he had found in the Half Blood Prince’s book and rubbed the slick, gelatinous goo around his fingers. He spread the lubrication onto the broom handle, his fist moving up and down its slender body like it was a dick and he was wanking it. When it was thoroughly coated, he scooted down until he was bent nearly in half and sitting on his tailbone. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but then again Harry had always been willing to sacrifice a little comfort for what he wanted.
And right now, what he wanted was the handle of that damned, lovely, slender, and smooth Firebolt inside of him. Taking a deep breath, Harry brought the rounded end of his Firebolt to his entrance. It’s wet and slick nub rubbed against the crease of his cheeks as he guided it with his hands. The feeling of it nudging against his entrance caused a moan of pleasure to pass from his lips as he applied just a bit of pressure.
The feeling was exquisitely naughty and the sensation of something so hard pressing against him, into him, was lovely.
Harry let out a breathy moan of pleasure as he slid the first inch of his Firebolt into his body. He could feel himself clenching around it, around that hard, aromatic wood that had haunted his wank sessions ever since that damned potion Slughorn had them make. To finally, finally, have it inside of him was fantastic. Blissfully, he grabbed the handle with a firm grasp and pushed it further.
The smooth slide of it, lubricated and warm, deep inside of him made him instantly hard. Unable to resist, Harry lifted one hand from the handle and pressed it against his cock. He wrapped his hand around himself, felt the squeeze of his fingers at the base of his shaft, and permitted himself a few hard tugs; not enough to make him come, but enough to make him arch his hips in want and need.
Feeling too close to the edge, the burn in the pit of his stomach too great, Harry reluctantly let go of his cock and slid his hand down to cup and give his balls a gentle roll before moving it back to the handle of his Firebolt. Merlin, but this felt wonderful. He had dildos and plugs, but eventually the novelty and delight of using such supposedly naughty items had worn off. Besides, that was what they were made for wasn’t it? His broom, however, provided endless hours of fantasy accompanied by frantic wanking. This was definitely not how madam Hooch would have taught them to use their brooms.
Thrilling in the misuse of his broom, Harry pulled on the handle lightly, delighting in that delicious burn as it slid out of him. Before it was all the way out, he pushed it back in again, thrusting it a little deeper inside of himself with each in and out. It was brilliant like nothing he had ever felt before. It was so hard, and the burn, Merlin but it burned so nicely. He had always loved the burn of little preparation before penetration.
Harry continued to thrust the broom handle in and out of his entrance, clamping his muscles down upon the handle experimentally and gasping when it made him see little snitches floating around his head. He lifted his left leg slightly, just a bit, and pushed the handle inside of himself again. The slight change of position caused the broom handle to slide against his prostate and he nearly came on the spot. Keeping it at that wonderful angle he had just discovered, Harry continued to fuck himself with his Firebolt, letting its handle brush against his prostate.
He continued until he couldn’t take it anymore. His breathing was rapid now, sporadic and ragged. The constant slide of lubrication and that hard, shaft like handle against his sensitive insides was maddening and soon Harry felt his balls twitch and draw up in that telltale sign of an impending orgasm. Taking the handle in his left hand, Harry’s right one wrapped around his shaft as he vigorously wanked himself to a raw orgasm.
The spasms of his inner walls and the tightening of his muscles gripping that hard handle sent electric shivers up his spine as he fucked himself with his broom through to completion.
It wasn’t until moments after the last spurts of cum had left his spent cock that Harry’s breathing finally evened out and he was even cognizant. He was sore, his broom was still stuffed up his arse, and that had been the best orgasm of his life. Harry looked down at his cum splattered abdomen, to his satisfied cock, and lower to the point just below his balls where the broom handle of his Firebolt had disappeared into his body with a thoroughly fucked grin on his face. Oh yes, that was definitely the best orgasm he had ever had.
***Hi mods, could you add a pairing and kink tag for this please? There's nothing that applies yet. Thanks!***
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Prompt Number: #302 submitted by
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Kink Showcased: self-penetration
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/broom
Summary: Harry indulges in the Quidditch locker rooms with his trusty Firebolt
Warnings: inappropriate use of a broom
Word Count: ~1500
Author's Notes: to
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Harry stroked his hand down the slender handle of his Firebolt. It was beautifully made, all smooth angles and delicately curved contours. Ever since they had made that blasted Amortentia potion in Slughorn’s class he hadn’t been able to get the thought out of his head. It was so dirty, so weird, and yet… so bloody arousing!
The last time they had Quidditch practice he had nearly killed himself trying to ride with a stiff one the size Malfoy’s ego. He couldn’t help it. That broom –that damn, blasted, bloody marvelous specimen of a broom– was the only thing he could think about anymore. He knew how wonderful it felt to straddle his beloved Firebolt and soar to unimaginable heights, but…
How would it feel to truly ride it?
The mere thought alone made him hornier than a doxy in heat. It was so smooth underneath his fingers, the wood of it so fine and comforting. If it felt so good on the tips of his fingers, in the warmth of his palm, then it must feel bloody fantastic inside of him. But no, Harry thought, no way.
He was not going to go there. He couldn’t! Could he?
More importantly…would he?
Harry’s eyes scanned around the Gryffindor changing rooms. Well, technically, not that he would do such a thing, but if he were to, then now would be the most opportune time wouldn’t it? There was no one around since he was always the last out of the shower, and Ron and Hermione weren’t expecting him for another hour for dinner. They were probably snogging each other’s faces off, the damned lucky sods. Harry wished he had someone like that. The closest companion he had besides his right hand was his…
Harry bit his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth as he glanced furtively towards the door. Slowly, he brought his beloved Firebolt up to his nose and inhaled. Ahhhh he sighed with pleasure. The woody, masculine smell of a broomstick was indeed a wonderful thing.
Harry glanced about, easing his nerves as he stuck his tongue out and licked at the handle of his broom hesitantly. It tasted…well it tasted like the wax he had used to shine his broom but that was not the main point. The point was that it didn’t feel like he was doing anything wrong. It felt natural, like the first time he had ridden on a broom. To fly it, that was.
Feeling bolder, Harry brought the broom closer as he licked a broad stripe up its handle. The wood, he thought, tasted almost like the excitement of catching the snitch. Or perhaps it was just the excitement of doing something so utterly ludicrous. Harry brought the handle end of the broom to his mouth, licking it before engulfing it with his lips. It was almost like that one time he had fooled around and given head to Dean Thomas, except for some bizarre reason he felt more attachment and affection for his Firebolt than he ever did Dean. Dean was a good guy and all, but there was just something about brooms being a wizard’s best friend.
When he took his mouth off of the handle, the naughtiest idea came to Harry’s mind when he saw how wet and shiny the handle now was. Casting another paranoid look around the room, Harry quickly cast a locking and silencing charm on the door before shucking his kit to sit bare bottomed on the floor. Leaning back against the locker and getting comfy as can be, Harry grabbed his Firebolt and slowly spread his legs.
He whispered a lubrication spell that he had found in the Half Blood Prince’s book and rubbed the slick, gelatinous goo around his fingers. He spread the lubrication onto the broom handle, his fist moving up and down its slender body like it was a dick and he was wanking it. When it was thoroughly coated, he scooted down until he was bent nearly in half and sitting on his tailbone. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but then again Harry had always been willing to sacrifice a little comfort for what he wanted.
And right now, what he wanted was the handle of that damned, lovely, slender, and smooth Firebolt inside of him. Taking a deep breath, Harry brought the rounded end of his Firebolt to his entrance. It’s wet and slick nub rubbed against the crease of his cheeks as he guided it with his hands. The feeling of it nudging against his entrance caused a moan of pleasure to pass from his lips as he applied just a bit of pressure.
The feeling was exquisitely naughty and the sensation of something so hard pressing against him, into him, was lovely.
Harry let out a breathy moan of pleasure as he slid the first inch of his Firebolt into his body. He could feel himself clenching around it, around that hard, aromatic wood that had haunted his wank sessions ever since that damned potion Slughorn had them make. To finally, finally, have it inside of him was fantastic. Blissfully, he grabbed the handle with a firm grasp and pushed it further.
The smooth slide of it, lubricated and warm, deep inside of him made him instantly hard. Unable to resist, Harry lifted one hand from the handle and pressed it against his cock. He wrapped his hand around himself, felt the squeeze of his fingers at the base of his shaft, and permitted himself a few hard tugs; not enough to make him come, but enough to make him arch his hips in want and need.
Feeling too close to the edge, the burn in the pit of his stomach too great, Harry reluctantly let go of his cock and slid his hand down to cup and give his balls a gentle roll before moving it back to the handle of his Firebolt. Merlin, but this felt wonderful. He had dildos and plugs, but eventually the novelty and delight of using such supposedly naughty items had worn off. Besides, that was what they were made for wasn’t it? His broom, however, provided endless hours of fantasy accompanied by frantic wanking. This was definitely not how madam Hooch would have taught them to use their brooms.
Thrilling in the misuse of his broom, Harry pulled on the handle lightly, delighting in that delicious burn as it slid out of him. Before it was all the way out, he pushed it back in again, thrusting it a little deeper inside of himself with each in and out. It was brilliant like nothing he had ever felt before. It was so hard, and the burn, Merlin but it burned so nicely. He had always loved the burn of little preparation before penetration.
Harry continued to thrust the broom handle in and out of his entrance, clamping his muscles down upon the handle experimentally and gasping when it made him see little snitches floating around his head. He lifted his left leg slightly, just a bit, and pushed the handle inside of himself again. The slight change of position caused the broom handle to slide against his prostate and he nearly came on the spot. Keeping it at that wonderful angle he had just discovered, Harry continued to fuck himself with his Firebolt, letting its handle brush against his prostate.
He continued until he couldn’t take it anymore. His breathing was rapid now, sporadic and ragged. The constant slide of lubrication and that hard, shaft like handle against his sensitive insides was maddening and soon Harry felt his balls twitch and draw up in that telltale sign of an impending orgasm. Taking the handle in his left hand, Harry’s right one wrapped around his shaft as he vigorously wanked himself to a raw orgasm.
The spasms of his inner walls and the tightening of his muscles gripping that hard handle sent electric shivers up his spine as he fucked himself with his broom through to completion.
It wasn’t until moments after the last spurts of cum had left his spent cock that Harry’s breathing finally evened out and he was even cognizant. He was sore, his broom was still stuffed up his arse, and that had been the best orgasm of his life. Harry looked down at his cum splattered abdomen, to his satisfied cock, and lower to the point just below his balls where the broom handle of his Firebolt had disappeared into his body with a thoroughly fucked grin on his face. Oh yes, that was definitely the best orgasm he had ever had.
***Hi mods, could you add a pairing and kink tag for this please? There's nothing that applies yet. Thanks!***
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Date: 2010-02-15 03:43 pm (UTC)*drools*
GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!!! Omg, that should NOT have been so hot! But I have a serious kink for Harry fucking himself in the arse while wanking!
That was glorious and OH SO MUCH HOT IN SO FEW WORDS!
♥
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Date: 2010-02-16 02:29 am (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2010-02-16 08:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-15 03:44 pm (UTC)This was definitely not how madam Hooch would have taught them to use their brooms. I dunno...she's a pretty savvy lady!
And thank you so much for not having him interrupted, cause that would have been...well, the sequel!
Fantastic fic!
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Date: 2010-02-16 02:30 am (UTC)that's much too nice a kink to keep to myself lol. Hooch is a voyeur. I'm 99% sure of it. Those goggles have xray powers.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2010-02-15 06:05 pm (UTC)*IZ DED FROM TEH HOTNESS*
Seriously, I don't know how you managed it, but you made this incredibly hot. Fabulous job!
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Date: 2010-02-15 06:35 pm (UTC)Twocanz
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Date: 2010-02-15 07:43 pm (UTC)*melts*
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Date: 2010-02-15 07:45 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2010-02-16 02:34 am (UTC)re: Locker Room Fun
Date: 2010-02-15 09:23 pm (UTC)Dons mod cap:
Would you consider kink: toys and kink: masturbation appropriate? As for pairing, well ... Make a suggestion, please ;).
Re: Locker Room Fun
Date: 2010-02-16 02:36 am (UTC)hm, could I have an object insertion kink or maybe self penetration kink? ;) it even sounds dirty lol.
and, well, Harry/broom makes me giggle like mad but otherwise I suppose solo? That sounds so sad though doesn't it?
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Date: 2010-02-16 02:37 am (UTC)Thanks for the compliments! :)
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Date: 2010-02-17 12:33 am (UTC)Thanks for writing and sharing!~
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Date: 2010-02-26 05:27 pm (UTC)Seriously very fun and kinky.
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Date: 2010-07-19 06:14 pm (UTC)Very hot and fun!
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Date: 2011-12-29 07:56 am (UTC)OK, this is when a nice sexy little fic turned brilliant. You did an amazing job with this!
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