Disclaimer: I do not own any of JK Rowling's books and I am not making a profit from any of the stories I write. All these ideas belong to JK Rowling and will be treated as such. The only purpose of this short story is to provide some harmless entertainment to those interested in some lemony stories which are M rated, so adults only.
AN: Hey, so this story is just a random piece that I felt like writing after work one day just before Pi day, I thought I would bring that into the story. Me being me, I didn't bother to post it until ages later, whoops. This will be a Harry Susan story, because who isn't curious about the mysterious niece of Director Bones. There is very little plot just some good old fashion smut. If you enjoy that sort of thing, feel free to review and leave your thoughts about this story or possibly ideas for more stories. Can't promise to write any of them but if a particular idea sticks in my head I might give it a go.
DarkEagle69
Just A Taste of Pie
Fuck, he still couldn't walk through doors. Not quickly anyway. It had been years since he joined the wizarding world and started wearing cloaks every day, but even now if he wanted to get through a door when he was in a rush the door always grabbed onto his cloak as he walked through. He didn't need this to slow him down not today Harry thought as he dropped his keys for the second time whilst trying to unlock his front door, seriously why wasn't there a spell for that.
Harry was supposed to be on his way to Hermione's and Ron's new flat, they had finally decided to move in together and were having a small get together. Technically, if he went straight there now, he would be early but when was life ever that simple. The complexity in his life right now all boiled down to one thing, he forgot to get a dessert. He had one job to do and he hadn't done it, so now he had to run to any shop that would let him in this late on a Sunday afternoon and beg for something to hide behind whilst Hermione berated him for being late yet again. Gryffindor courage be damned, Hermione was bloody scary.
Harry grunted as he finally yanked his cloak away from the newly opened door. He slipped his keys back into his pocket and walked away as fast as he could, well it was kind of a run. He ducked around the corner and straight onto Diagon Alley. Frankly, he was lucky to find a flat in such a perfect location. After the Battle of Hogwarts, everything had been rather surreal. He was welcomed, after coming back from hiding, with open arms and everything he never knew he wanted was there for the taking. He rejected most of the offers he received but he had a sneaking suspicion that the Ministry had a hand in him winning the bid for this apartment. Maybe he was wrong, but if he was right and an unspeakable had been roped into making his life better then that was just a waste of years of specialist training.
Nobody knew that much about the unspeakables other than nobody talked about the unspeakables. That bit might seem kind of obvious given their title, but Harry hadn't grown up with that common knowledge which everyone else seemed to take for granted. He hadn't even heard about unspeakables properly until a year ago and even then, it was just a whispered conversation in the back of a pub. Between now and then all he had learned for sure was that unspeakables were ghosts, nobody knew who they were and if they found out they were seemingly obliviated faster than you can say abracadabra.
Harry continued to meander down the street in search of an open shop. It made sense that it was a Sunday therefore everything was closed already, what he didn't understand was why. Ever since joining the wizarding world, he had noticed an absence of religion. So, if nobody was religious then nobody was stuck in church on a Sunday, so why in the bloody name of Merlin wasn't anything open. Feeling frustrated with his lack of progress Harry kicked a fanged frisbee that he saw lying on the floor and snickered when it flew away haphazardly, it rather seemed to be drunk.
Harry's attention came back to his dilemma as the frisbee weaved around the corner and vanished from sight. What was he supposed to do? He could go to muggle London, but all the nice bakeries were much more likely to be closed. He couldn't go to a large retail store because Hermione was likely to kill him with it and frankly if he was going to be killed by a desert it could at least be an expensive one. He chuckled internally at that, there was a point in his childhood when he would have killed for food and now, he was contemplating ways that food could kill him. Morbid? Maybe, but it made him smile.
Harry tensed as he heard a shriek followed by a loud smash. He flicked his wand out of his wrist holster and ran towards the disturbance. It might have been a year since the battle, but he still couldn't go to sleep if his wand wasn't physically attached to him. He never took it off, the holster was waterproof, so he just left it on in the shower. Ron always commented about how a bloke should feel safe in his own home. But Ron wasn't around when he and Hermione were so tired that they left nobody on guard outside the tent just to get an hour of rest. He wasn't there when the noise of a twig snapping sent them into a brief panic. Mostly he wasn't there when Harry didn't have a wand because Hermione had broken it, that was when he had been the most scared.
Harry swung around the corner his wand held high ready to deal with the imminent threat. Harry stopped himself just as a spell was on the tip of his tongue. Stood in front of him was a fuming redhead woman. The anger in her eyes was vast and could only be matched by the fury etched in her face which was rapidly turning the same colour as her hair. Behind her, Harry could see a pie smashed on the floor, the fanged frisbee was still whizzing away inside it.
Harry gulped and his eyes slowly rose up the body of the woman before him, he paused at what appeared to be the largest fucking tits in existence. Seriously you could park the night bus in between them and still have some room left over for his broom. His eyes continued to rise back up to meet those of the still enraged Susan Amelia Bones.
"Sorry Susan, I just kicked it, I didn't even know anyone was around," Harry said as he lowered his wand. She didn't even bother to reply she just crossed her arms and continued to glare at him. Harry ran his fingers through his hair. It was still always a mess, to be honest. Although saying that he never bothered to try anything magical to fix it. He hadn't searched for potions or even spells to fix it, Hermione would probably know of something. Even if he asked her later, he knew he wouldn't change anything, he liked the fact that he looked like his father.
Harry yanked his mind back to the current situation. The silence was lingering between him and Susan as she tapped her foot on the ground impatiently. He was going to have to say something to her. Oh, what if he made a joke about smashing her pie. He glanced back at her, yeah that wasn't going to fly with her. Right he was just going to go for broke.
"I really am sorry Susan, I can't have you hate me I will do anything to make it up to you," he said. The colour rapidly drained out of her face and she reached towards him. Harry flinched expecting the worst. He opened his eyes when he felt the warmth of Susan's cheek against his; he was not expecting to be hugged.
"It's ok Harry it is only a pie," she said into his ear. She pulled back from him her hands softly resting on his upper arms. It was such a simple show of support from her, but he felt better. That didn't mean he wouldn't make it up to her though. Susan was his friend; they had spent so much time together in the DA meetings he owed it to their friendship to fix this.
"Hey, I know but what if I baked you a new one?" Susan instantly rejected his idea stating that it was a family recipe and she liked to back it because it reminded her of her Amelia. Harry wasn't sure what to do. It's not like he could just sit in the kitchen and watch her, how was that making it up to her.
"What if you helped me make it?" Susan suggested. Harry smiled and agreed. Susan turned around and vanished the remains of the smashed pie that was behind her. She bent over and grabbed the spinning fanged frisbee that had dropped to the floor. A gust of wind blew her skirt up and Harry caught the briefest glimpse of her plump ass. He had to admit it was a nice ass, he wouldn't mind sticking his cock in there. Harry shook his head and forced his mind away from that topic. It had been a while since he had gotten his dick wet and it had dibs on the blood flow right now.
He looked away as Susan's hands snapped back to her skirt to hold it down. She stood up and mumbled something about how she always wanted a fanged frisbee. To be honest they were good fun so he couldn't blame her even if they were adults now. Besides what was the point in life if you didn't enjoy yourself. Mostly that line of thought ended up with him helping George with some dastardly new plan to prank someone. Who would get angry if the saviour of the wizarding world pulled a prank on Malfoy every once in a while?
Susan grabbed his hand and yanked him towards her bakery. It turns out she had just been leaving to make a delivery when Harry caused her to drop her pie. He let her lead him through the door, his cloak remained unencumbered by the door this time. His senses were assaulted by the bakery, the bright colours on all the cakes. His eyes flashed back and forth as he spotted uncountable numbers of tasty treats. How could he have lived so close to Susan's bakery and not even known that it existed?
Before he knew it, he had been dragged through the bakery and into the kitchen. He relaxed his grip on Susan's hand only to find her pulling him further into her establishment. She led him through a door to a staircase. Harry tried hard not to appreciate the view before him but frankly being able to catch a glimpse of Susan's legs was a gift from Merlin, let alone having them within touching distance. He could almost imagine the warmth of her body if he were to reach forward and slide his hands up her long legs.
Sadly, he only had one pitifully short staircase worth of time to ogle Susan's legs before he found himself in her flat. Apparently, she only ever cooked family recipes in the comfort of her own home. If he had a family, he would probably do that too. That way the kids would get run in from the garden after hours of wreaking havoc and enjoy the smell of freshly baked scones. Perhaps cookies. Maybe hot cross buns, he always liked those. It didn't matter as long as they got that feeling of home. That is probably what Susan was trying to remember.
As they slipped into the kitchen, he released her hand and stood in the corner as she buzzed around grabbing the ingredients they would be using. She flitted from cupboard to cupboard recruiting various bowls and utensils for active duty. She shoved a large glass bowl in his hands and promptly put sugar and butter in there, it appeared that he would be making the pastry. He got to work beating the ingredients together as Susan worked on the apples. He broke an egg into the mixture and glanced at Susan as she carved the apples into delicate little slices.
Harry looked back down and decided it was time to add the flour. Susan pointed him to the cupboard in the corner. He turned sideways and shuffled past her his hips ever so slightly brushing against the rear of her skirt. He paused unsure if she had noticed but when Susan didn't react, he breathed a small sigh of relief and continued to grab the flour. He came back and measured out the flour, slowly sieved it into the mixture and began to stir.
As the mixture became tougher, he worked harder and eventually he was quite warm. He removed his cloak and threw it on the back of a chair, rolled up his sleeves and continued working. He could feel the strain in his forearm as he picked up the pace, but he knew the effort he put in now would be worth it when he ate the pie. It had been such a long time since he had given making anything this much attention, these days he mostly just threw out a spell and waited for his magic to do things for him. It worked, but actually bothering to mix the ingredients himself was a little cathartic and he wasn't going to deny himself that simple pleasure.
He looked back up to find Susan staring at him. She seemed to be mesmerised by his arms as they convinced the separate ingredients to become one. Each flick of his wrist seemed to draw a short almost inaudible gasp from her, but he could hear it. Harry chuckled as she gasped once more causing her to look up and panic at the fact that she had been caught ogling the saviour. She whipped her head back around, hair spinning in the air causing Harry to lose sight of her cheeks that were rapidly turning pink.
Harry gave Susan a second to recover then walked over to the counter she was working on and put the pastry down and worked it into a small ball. He asked Susan for the rolling pin which she promptly retrieved, her face still glowing red. She slipped in between him and the counter and began to roll the pastry out. He began to step away when she grabbed his left hand and put it on the rolling pin. She looked over her shoulder at him and grabbed his right hand encircling herself in his arms.
Together they tirelessly pushing back and forth over the pastry making a nice even surface. Harry was struck by how warm she was, her back was completely up against him and of all the things he was feeling right now comfortable was the most dominant. However, that didn't last for long. Susan had decided that the rolling pin wasn't the only thing that needed to go back and forth and was subtly rocking her hips in time with the movement of their hands. Each swing of her hips ended up with her rear very firmly against his crotch and Harry's boxers were becoming a tad restrictive.
Harry ignored the lust that was building inside of him and focused on moving the rolling pin. Susan would periodically readjust the position of the pastry and he didn't want to roll over her fingers. Each time she brought her hands back to the rolling pin and placed them on top of his. Despite clearly baking a lot, her hands were insanely soft. Harry tried not to think about how they would feel running up his arms to his chest, he was failing.
In an attempt to regain control over his body Harry focused on something new, Susan's humming. She didn't seem to be humming anything in particular but it was soothing listening to the melodious nature of her idle ministrations. She was almost like a cat purring in delight over a nice cushion by a fire. He could feel the vibrations of her body travelling through her back and right into his chest. He could feel more than that, he could feel the beating of her heart.
He felt her heart speed up when he let go of the rolling pin and brought his hands up to her shoulders. The slight flutter when he rubbed his thumb lightly over the exposed skin at the top of her blouse. He could have sworn that he felt her heart stop when he brushed her hair over her left shoulder exposing her neck to him. He gently placed his lips down on her right shoulder, he hardly even touched her before he lifted them away.
He could feel Susan's muscles tense up as he repeated his action slightly higher up. She stopped humming as he kissed her on her neck. She stopped breathing when his lips met her earlobe. When she finally recovered enough to move a soft moan escaped from her lips, her body relaxed, and her ass fell right back onto his crotch. Harry took her chin in his right hand and gently turned her around to face him, he caught her plump lips in a soft kiss.
The passion of their kiss exploded and before he knew it Harry was grabbing her hips and pulling her ass against his hard cock. They were dry humping seconds into their first kiss. Harry let his hands continue to roam over Susan's body. They found their way up the sides of her body to her shoulders which he grabbed and used to force Susan into him just that bit harder. The feeling was quite nice, and Harry couldn't help but flick his hips, burying the bulge in his trousers right between Susan's butt cheeks.
Their lips broke apart as a gasp of pleasure escaped from Susan. Harry had pulled down the top of her blouse and was enthusiastically playing with her tits. He couldn't even see them, but he could just tell that they were perfect. They were supple and if he could bury his fingers in them, he would. For now, he would have to settle for just feeling them. The warmth, yes that felt nice too but what he enjoyed the most was their weight. For something so delicate, Susan's boobs were kind of heavy he was just enjoying the feeling of picking them up and letting them go.
Fuck he was horny. Susan was too, he could tell just from the sounds leaving her mouth. The sound he loved the most was that almost inaudible whimper that escaped her lips when he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Every time he heard that delightful sound, he yanked on her nipples a little bit, letting her enjoy that pulling sensation. Susan's pleasure only served to fuel his lecherous desires.
One particular whimper sent him over the edge and his barely restrained decorum was thrown out the window. Harry flipped up Susan's skirt, pushed his trousers down to his ankles and slipped his cock past the knickers he shoved aside and into her dripping pussy. He took a second to enjoy the comforting heat around his dick and began to slowly pull out ready to start slamming into Susan.
Ensuring his hands were securely grasping Susan's boobs he yanked her back towards his throbbing cock. The moan that escaped from her lips was decidedly more audible than her previous whimpers and after one example Harry knew he wanted to keep hearing it. He withdrew his cock and slammed it into her once more revelling in the moan that he forced out of Susan. He wasn't in the mood to play games or to tease so his hips very quickly snapped into Susan as fast as he could physically manage.
Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of Harry's balls swinging forward and whacking into Susan's clit. He was going so fast that he felt a slight sting in his balls at each impact but damn if it wasn't sexy as hell. As he ploughed into her, he continued yanking on her tits to force her to push back onto him. Each thrust sent his cock deep into her sloppy cunt. His cock came out shinning with her juices which dripped down his balls, the rolling sensation of each bead encouraging him to continue with his relentless pace.
Despite the satisfaction he felt at being inside Susan, Harry felt a penetrating ache to increase his pleasure further. Desperately, his hands roamed around her body taking in the sensation of what little smooth skin was on display. It was glorious and he wanted more. Slowing down for the first time since he buried himself in Susan's warm cunt, he guided her arms up above her head so that he could remove her blouse. It felt nice in his hands, but he paid no more attention to it as he removed the scrap of cloth that was attempting to contain Susan's boobs.
With all the barriers between him and the vast expanse of silky smooth skin removed Harry's hands continued to explore. Starting at the small of her back they meandered up her body, his thumb barely tracing the curve of her spine. His hands went all the way up until they reached her shoulders which he took firmly in his hands. He pushed her hair over the top of her head so that it hung down around her face and kissed her right between her shoulder blades. Allowing his tongue to flit out and taste the slightly salty skin. His lips went further up kissing up her neck and shuffling round to just below her earlobes. He gently kissed the skin there before a soft growl rumbled in his chest, it was time to take things up a notch.
Harry readjusted his grip on Susan's shoulders and snapped his hips forward pulling Susan back onto him at the same time. Shit that felt good. He was firmly bottomed out inside her and it was amazing. He took a second to just enjoy the heat around him, feel the subtle contractions of Susans pussy and relax into the connection forming between them. Susan pulsed around him once more almost begging him to keep going. He slowly withdrew from her depths appreciating the mild pleasure of a bead of Susans pussy juices rolling down his cock and dripping off his balls onto the floor.
Harry was firmly forcing himself into Susan, using every bit of strength he had to pull her back onto his waiting cock. Each snap of his hips sending cute ripples up her ass. Enjoying watching her ass jiggle Harry gave Susan a quick spank, paying no attention to the sharp sting on his palm. Soothing Susan's red cheeks with a quick rub he brought ran his hand up her back, he grabbed her upper barms and pulled them behind her. Her chest pulled away from the countertop and a light sheen of sweat was left behind. Using Susan's arms for further leverage Harry continued to slam into her as hard as he could.
The new angle he was getting felt great and Susans mewling indicated she was enjoying herself too. Harry had been going for a good long while at a relentless pace and his lack of a regular partner meant he couldn't last as long as he wanted. He was getting close and fast. Each snap of his hips sent him careening towards an orgasm. Each pulse of Susans pussy left him fighting to stop his balls from contracting. Susan was enjoying herself but she wasn't there yet.
Reluctantly Harry pulled his cock out of Susans sloppy pussy. Ignoring her protests he pushed her torso back down onto the counter. He gently forced her legs open with a tap of his feet and crouched down, her pussy now in line with his face. Taking a moment to admire the beautiful plump lips before him, Harry wondered how they got here so quickly. His wandering thoughts were rapidly cut off when Susan reached back grabbed his head and forced his lips to hers.
Submitting himself to the whims of his partner's pleasure Harry gently licked her folds. Susan instantly shuddered, her whole body shook with the simple motion of a lick. Grinning against her wet lips Harry pampered her, kissing and teasing Susan denying her the instant gratification of cumming. Susan continued to apply pressure to Harry's head and he continued to ignore it, choosing to focus on drawing out the pleasure from simple sensations, a barely-there kiss, an impossibly light lick or the subtle suction of her clit.
She was begging now anything for real contact. She was denied. Frustrated at the lack of stimulation Harry was providing Susan released his head and slipped her hands between her legs and reached for her clitoris. Harry chuckled and slapped her hand away. He grabbed his wand and conjured some rope to bind both of her hands behind her back. Susan grumbled in frustration, her predicament being worse than before.
Deciding to somewhat concede to Susans demands for pleasure, Harry lifted her right leg and placed it on the counter. He dove right back down between her legs got to work. This time he went straight for her clitoris, flicking it with his tongue. There it was, that lovely shudder, he had the key to her body every movement, every sound they all belonged to him and he was going to keep it that way. His tongue lingered on her clitoris, slowly rubbing it in a circular pattern; Susan's body twitching at his smallest whim.
The hard fucking had gotten her close and now she was right at the edge. It wouldn't take much, a nibble here, a kiss there at this point anything could trigger that cascade of bliss. "Don't Stop," the only coherent words Susan has said since they had started. She was unsuccessful in getting harry to listen to her. She was denied. Again. She was Harry's completely and he wasn't going to let her cum unless he was inside her.
Harry stood once more. Having grown bored of holding her panties to the side Harry ripped them off her body and turned Susan around. He chuckled at the amount of flour over the front of her blouse as he hoisted her up. He placed her down on the counter and hiked her knees up by his elbows. Susan was almost folded in half, her bound arms just about being able to keep her upright.
Harry paused for a second to catch a breath. He looked into Susan's eyes and could see her desire to continue. He smiled at her and watched her face as he slowly pushed himself back into her. Susan's breath hitched, despite how wet she was the new angle was clearly uncomfortable for her. Harry pulled back out and relaxed his hold on her legs, allowing her some wiggle room. He grabbed his wand again and applied a lubrication charm, it never hurt to help his cock slide in easier and if it let Susan enjoy herself then that was reason enough.
Watching Susan for her reaction Harry slowly pushed himself back into her. Susan looked right back at him a smile tugging at her lips. It was a simple moment, a moment of shared euphoria. Harry took that moment to lean forward and place a gentle kiss on Susan's lips. He pulled back to see her eyes closed and her lips between her teeth. When she opened her eyes a look of pure need was on her face. She didn't need to ask for anything he knew what she wanted, and he obliged to provide Susan with what she wanted.
Harry began to thrust gently into Susan, slowly building up the pace. There was no time for teasing now, they were both deeply buried in a storm of lust. Harry leant forward once more and kissed Susan's throat. He enjoyed the slightly salty taste of her skin and gently licked his way down to her shoulders. Susan's pussy clenched around him causing him to shudder. Harry continued to kiss lower until he reached her glorious tits. He explored them with his mouth, suckling and kissing every inch of them. He swirled his tongue around her nipples and felt Susan clench around him once more. She had to be close.
Continuing to tease her nipples Harry switched his motions from hard thrusts to a gentle roll of his hips. Each rotation rubbing his crotch against Susans clit. Susan moaned, her hands shooting onto Harry's shoulders clutching him to her as tightly as possible. With his control of Susan's pleasure securely in Harry's grasp, he just enjoyed the feeling of being with her. The feeling of her hands running up and down his back. The taste of her skin. The heat of her pussy.
Pulling back he watched Susan's chest rise and fall as she forced herself to breathe through all the pleasure she was experiencing. Letting Susan's legs fall back down he reached down between them and grabbed her hip, his thumb just long enough to reach her clit. He gently circled it as he watched her chest rise and fall faster. He continued gently thrusting into her as her pussy got wetter. Each thrust of his hips causing a small moan. Each circle of his thumb a tightening of her pussy.
Susan's breath hitched and all of a sudden she grabbed Harry and yanked him right up against her. Arm trapped or not he continued to rub her clit whit his thumb. He could feel her entire body shudder. Susan wrapped her legs around him pulling him in even tighter as she screamed her pleasure into his ear. Harry just relaxed and let her ride out the high. Kissing her neck he moved up to her ear and suckled on her earlobe. Harry repositioned his hand and rolled Susans clit between his thumb and forefinger, a chuckle escaping his lips as Susan began to shudder all over again.
"Shit. Harry stop it's too much," Susan said as she yanked his hand out from between them. Taking a moment to catch her breath Susan just hugged Harry tighter. Enjoying the sensation of her boobs against his chest Harry's cock twitched. Susan groaned, remembering that Harry was ready to keep going. Ignoring his protests Susan pushed him away from her. She jumped slid off the table, her cheeks turning a bit red at how easy her juices made that, and landed a little wobbly on her feet.
Getting down on her knees, Susan looked up at Harry and with a false look of innocence on her face asked if he would like his cock sucked. Harry smiled and nodded excitedly at the prospect of receiving head. Before he knew it, Susan grabbed his cock and stuffed the tip in her mouth, her tongue instantly swirling around his head. Shit. He was already close and now he could feel his balls tightening. He wasn't sure how much time passed but he knew it wasn't long, but Susan pumped his cock with both of her fists and the second she grabbed his balls he knew it was all over. He groaned and unleashed the largest load he had ever shot straight down her throat.
It didn't take long for him to lose all strength in his muscles and to just collapse down to the floor with Susan. He kissed her not minding the salty taste of his cum on her lips. She giggled as she grabbed his cock and started to stroke it, refusing to let it get soft. Despite his protests, he was very much enjoying her soft hands on his cock. Susan lent forwards and whispered in Harry's ear. "You owe me a pie Harry and we aren't going to stop until you cum in my pussy."
AN: Hi I hoped you all enjoyed that, it was just something I wanted to get out of my mind because it was vividly stuck in there and I wanted to share it. Again let me know if you liked it in the reviews and feel free to suggest possible pairings for me to write, again only smutty one-shots will be considered. I am pretty slow at writing things up so I don't promise to give everything ago but I will write up stories that interest me, so feel free to share the ideas.