FIC: Satisfaction Guaranteed
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hpkinkfestTitle: Satisfaction Guaranteed
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Prompt Number: #217 submitted by anon
Kink Showcased: Troilism
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny, Ginny/Various Males
Summary: Everyone has their kinks—this is his.
Warnings: Het, Troilism, Infidelity, Voyeurism, Rough Sex, Sex with Strangers
Word Count: 1,219 words or thereabouts.
Author's Notes: First off, thank you goes out to anon, for posting this kink and managing to capture my attention. I’m not really a het writer, so it’s a miracle! Doubly so to those who know how I feel about Harry/Ginny. I hope this is something like what you were looking for. I wrote it and then rewrote it before I finally settled on the first version.
Also, thank you to the wonderful mods for keeping this amazing community going year after year. I’m sure we, both readers and writers, can never express how much we appreciate having such a kinky sandbox to play in.
Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Man-Who-Defeated, famous (ex) Quidditch player, and Auror-in-training, kisses his wife goodbye. He watches her walk away with narrowed eyes. The jealousy choking his heart fights with the heat burbling in his stomach.
Supposedly, Ginevra “Ginny” Potter nee Weasley is heading out for a few drinks with her girl friends. It’s a weekly ritual for them, and Harry knows that’s how this whole thing started—with a simple meeting in some pub somewhere complete with a healthy dose of flattery and a bottle of Firewhisky while out with the girls. Now, there are no friends waiting for her, just a dingy bar in some dirty alley—maybe in Knockturn, but probably not. There are too many people who would recognize her Weasley red hair, as well as the fact that she is his wife.
Harry waits until he hears the crack of Apparition before he scurries outside with his wand drawn. A complex series of waves (learned early in his Auror training) determines Ginny is on her way to a small Irish shopping center.
With this information in mind, Harry pockets his wand, pats the pocket containing his invisibility cloak, and Disapparates.
He arrives seconds later in an out of the way corner of an alley much like Diagon. The place holds more green than London’s red filled alley, plots of lush looking grass with moss and ivy clinging to the buildings. The alley is filled with late night wanderers: families finishing their shopping, couples beginning their dates, and the lone stranger stumping through the shadows.
Harry hurries through the crowd looking for Ginny. His eyes settle on the dingiest pub around, and he knows he has struck gold. All the confirmation he needs is the flash of flame colored hair disappearing through the heavy wooden door. Harry tucks himself into the small alley off the pub; his invisibility cloak swishes quietly around him like a security blanket, and he settles in for a long wait.
Except, it isn’t a long wait. Ginny must have had plans because she stumbles out a short while later, laughter echoing through the twilight streets, with her arms tight around a gruff looking fellow. The man’s arm is around the redhead’s waist, palm sliding over what Harry knows is the firmest, most perfectly shaped arse in England. The man is already panting like a dog in heat as he nuzzles a stubbled chin into Ginny’s neck. They waltz past his invisible form in a haze of liquor scented air. There is no glint of drunkenness in Ginny’s brown eyes so the liquor must come from the muscled blond man.
Harry watches from his concealed spot as the wild looking man presses his wife firmly against the wooden pub wall. He’s practically humping her right there, fully clothed, Harry thinks with a disgusted sneer, but Ginny isn’t much better. She wraps Quidditch muscled thighs around the man’s hips and uses the heels of her flashy boots to pull him closer, arching against each other to press their centers together. Their moans blend harmoniously through the air.
Harry watches the couple grind against each other. This is a familiar sight to him by now. He has seen it many times before with different men, in different places—experienced it himself many a time. It comes as no surprise then that his cock begins to fill and twitch, when his stomach clenches and flutters at Ginny’s high-pitched sounds.
Harry remembers well the first time he caught Ginny cheating. The rage that had filled him at another man putting his hands (and other things) on his wife, the woman that had sworn herself true to him before their friends, before Ginny’s family, and to Merlin himself. It had taken everything in him not to storm out of his hiding spot and start throwing curses; at the time, it wouldn’t have mattered to him which one of the coupling lovers he hit.
Yet, he had stood frozen, forced to watch his wife get pounded against a dirty brick wall. It was then he had felt the first stirrings of his libido. Disgust, rage, and arousal warred inside him. The man was being far too rough with Ginny; there were sure to be bruises on her pale skin later, but Harry suddenly found the thought hard to cringe at. He tried to pass the arousal off as simply being from Ginny’s gleeful cries as the unknown man slammed into her, balls slapping loudly against her arse. Her face as she reached a surprising and screaming orgasm brought Harry into an orgasm of his own … right in his pants. It was both humiliating and exhilarating.
Harry waited all that first week for Ginny to break down and confess everything, but she hadn’t. The week had come to a close with no sign of guilt from Ginny. Harry found himself alone once again as she went out for her ‘girl’s night’.
So, he had started following her. It hadn’t taken long to incorporate his invisibility cloak or stealth spells learned from the Auror academy—not that he used the spells often; the thrill that an un-stifled sound may give him away is simply too great.
The feeling of arousal sweeping through his body is well known by now—welcome even, like an old friend. With this thought in mind, Harry palms himself through his pants, watching as Ginny hoists her skirt. This should have been a giveaway the first time she left the house as Ginny is not the type of woman to wear a skirt. There is nothing under the skirt to get in the way and the man enters her fully in one stroke. He gives her no time to adjust, simply pulling out and slamming back in again. Ginny certainly has an eye for those who will be rough with her, doesn’t she?
Harry’s hand follows the rhythm set by the gruff man’s quickly flexing hips. His hand moves over his cock quickly, but Harry manages to keep his grip light and teasing. He wants this to last. Pleasure builds in him as Ginny’s cries get louder, unable to stifle them in her hedonistic haze. The thudding squelch of their hips working in unison gets clearer as the red-headed woman gets wetter.
All three tumble over the edge together with Harry shoving his fist into his mouth in his effort to stay hidden.
The gruff man is quick to pull up his pants and leave the alley. Harry watches his wife, skirt around her hips, pant against the wall a moment longer before she too straightens her clothes and leaves the alley. Ginny would return to the bar before likely taking a turn through the perfume section of the market to pick up the scents of her 'girl’s night out'. There is no need for him to hurry home just yet.
Harry collapses against the alley wall as he catches his breath. Who would ever have thought Harry Potter would get his rocks off watching his wife with another man? Okay, so this isn’t the most perfect marriage, but they are both being satisfied. Besides, Ginny always comes home to him, and their sex life (while not the most adventurous) is great. Things may change in the future but until then … well, everyone has their kinks—this is his.
End
Author:
mistress_ashleyPrompt Number: #217 submitted by anon
Kink Showcased: Troilism
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny, Ginny/Various Males
Summary: Everyone has their kinks—this is his.
Warnings: Het, Troilism, Infidelity, Voyeurism, Rough Sex, Sex with Strangers
Word Count: 1,219 words or thereabouts.
Author's Notes: First off, thank you goes out to anon, for posting this kink and managing to capture my attention. I’m not really a het writer, so it’s a miracle! Doubly so to those who know how I feel about Harry/Ginny. I hope this is something like what you were looking for. I wrote it and then rewrote it before I finally settled on the first version.
Also, thank you to the wonderful mods for keeping this amazing community going year after year. I’m sure we, both readers and writers, can never express how much we appreciate having such a kinky sandbox to play in.
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Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Man-Who-Defeated, famous (ex) Quidditch player, and Auror-in-training, kisses his wife goodbye. He watches her walk away with narrowed eyes. The jealousy choking his heart fights with the heat burbling in his stomach.
Supposedly, Ginevra “Ginny” Potter nee Weasley is heading out for a few drinks with her girl friends. It’s a weekly ritual for them, and Harry knows that’s how this whole thing started—with a simple meeting in some pub somewhere complete with a healthy dose of flattery and a bottle of Firewhisky while out with the girls. Now, there are no friends waiting for her, just a dingy bar in some dirty alley—maybe in Knockturn, but probably not. There are too many people who would recognize her Weasley red hair, as well as the fact that she is his wife.
Harry waits until he hears the crack of Apparition before he scurries outside with his wand drawn. A complex series of waves (learned early in his Auror training) determines Ginny is on her way to a small Irish shopping center.
With this information in mind, Harry pockets his wand, pats the pocket containing his invisibility cloak, and Disapparates.
He arrives seconds later in an out of the way corner of an alley much like Diagon. The place holds more green than London’s red filled alley, plots of lush looking grass with moss and ivy clinging to the buildings. The alley is filled with late night wanderers: families finishing their shopping, couples beginning their dates, and the lone stranger stumping through the shadows.
Harry hurries through the crowd looking for Ginny. His eyes settle on the dingiest pub around, and he knows he has struck gold. All the confirmation he needs is the flash of flame colored hair disappearing through the heavy wooden door. Harry tucks himself into the small alley off the pub; his invisibility cloak swishes quietly around him like a security blanket, and he settles in for a long wait.
Except, it isn’t a long wait. Ginny must have had plans because she stumbles out a short while later, laughter echoing through the twilight streets, with her arms tight around a gruff looking fellow. The man’s arm is around the redhead’s waist, palm sliding over what Harry knows is the firmest, most perfectly shaped arse in England. The man is already panting like a dog in heat as he nuzzles a stubbled chin into Ginny’s neck. They waltz past his invisible form in a haze of liquor scented air. There is no glint of drunkenness in Ginny’s brown eyes so the liquor must come from the muscled blond man.
Harry watches from his concealed spot as the wild looking man presses his wife firmly against the wooden pub wall. He’s practically humping her right there, fully clothed, Harry thinks with a disgusted sneer, but Ginny isn’t much better. She wraps Quidditch muscled thighs around the man’s hips and uses the heels of her flashy boots to pull him closer, arching against each other to press their centers together. Their moans blend harmoniously through the air.
Harry watches the couple grind against each other. This is a familiar sight to him by now. He has seen it many times before with different men, in different places—experienced it himself many a time. It comes as no surprise then that his cock begins to fill and twitch, when his stomach clenches and flutters at Ginny’s high-pitched sounds.
Harry remembers well the first time he caught Ginny cheating. The rage that had filled him at another man putting his hands (and other things) on his wife, the woman that had sworn herself true to him before their friends, before Ginny’s family, and to Merlin himself. It had taken everything in him not to storm out of his hiding spot and start throwing curses; at the time, it wouldn’t have mattered to him which one of the coupling lovers he hit.
Yet, he had stood frozen, forced to watch his wife get pounded against a dirty brick wall. It was then he had felt the first stirrings of his libido. Disgust, rage, and arousal warred inside him. The man was being far too rough with Ginny; there were sure to be bruises on her pale skin later, but Harry suddenly found the thought hard to cringe at. He tried to pass the arousal off as simply being from Ginny’s gleeful cries as the unknown man slammed into her, balls slapping loudly against her arse. Her face as she reached a surprising and screaming orgasm brought Harry into an orgasm of his own … right in his pants. It was both humiliating and exhilarating.
Harry waited all that first week for Ginny to break down and confess everything, but she hadn’t. The week had come to a close with no sign of guilt from Ginny. Harry found himself alone once again as she went out for her ‘girl’s night’.
So, he had started following her. It hadn’t taken long to incorporate his invisibility cloak or stealth spells learned from the Auror academy—not that he used the spells often; the thrill that an un-stifled sound may give him away is simply too great.
The feeling of arousal sweeping through his body is well known by now—welcome even, like an old friend. With this thought in mind, Harry palms himself through his pants, watching as Ginny hoists her skirt. This should have been a giveaway the first time she left the house as Ginny is not the type of woman to wear a skirt. There is nothing under the skirt to get in the way and the man enters her fully in one stroke. He gives her no time to adjust, simply pulling out and slamming back in again. Ginny certainly has an eye for those who will be rough with her, doesn’t she?
Harry’s hand follows the rhythm set by the gruff man’s quickly flexing hips. His hand moves over his cock quickly, but Harry manages to keep his grip light and teasing. He wants this to last. Pleasure builds in him as Ginny’s cries get louder, unable to stifle them in her hedonistic haze. The thudding squelch of their hips working in unison gets clearer as the red-headed woman gets wetter.
All three tumble over the edge together with Harry shoving his fist into his mouth in his effort to stay hidden.
The gruff man is quick to pull up his pants and leave the alley. Harry watches his wife, skirt around her hips, pant against the wall a moment longer before she too straightens her clothes and leaves the alley. Ginny would return to the bar before likely taking a turn through the perfume section of the market to pick up the scents of her 'girl’s night out'. There is no need for him to hurry home just yet.
Harry collapses against the alley wall as he catches his breath. Who would ever have thought Harry Potter would get his rocks off watching his wife with another man? Okay, so this isn’t the most perfect marriage, but they are both being satisfied. Besides, Ginny always comes home to him, and their sex life (while not the most adventurous) is great. Things may change in the future but until then … well, everyone has their kinks—this is his.
End
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Date: 2012-02-21 10:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-05 08:47 pm (UTC)And boy am I happy I did! Gods cheating Ginny is a fucking hot Ginny!
You should write a sequel where Harry confronts Ginny and then has her fuck a random dude off the street. OMG PLEASE WRITE THAT!!!
Arlight, I'm being obnoxious but I still loved what you wrote :D
Thanks for sharing!
Much Love
Slytherinjunkie