Fic: Coming Home
*Is Trying to tame my pornbunny who hates me, his next lesson is slash!PWP*
Title: Coming Home
Author: suntzu_s
Pairing: (if any) Luna/Neville
Word Count:930
Rating:NC-17
Warnings: Fluffy PWP
A/N:(if any) Not a lot of plot
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, which is a pity!
Luna heard footsteps pad across the bedroom floor, and then a loud thud followed by a muffled ‘bloody hell’ and smiled into her pillow.
Neville was home.
And he’d banged his leg on the bed-post in an effort not to disturb her again.
“Neville,” she whispered, groggily. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” answered Neville. “Did I wake you?”
“Mmmm,” sighed Luna before throwing the bed covers back in readiness for her husband. She felt the bed dip and threw out her hand to touch his back as Neville perched on the edge of the bed, haphazardly pulling off his socks and asked “You tired?”
Neville turned to look down upon his wife and smiled a slow, sleepy smile. He reached out his hand and gently brushed Luna’s tangled hair away from her face. “A little,” he answered before swinging his legs up and into bed.
Luna snuggled closer before Neville had a chance to move. She curved her slender body around him, spooning him closely and snaked an arm across Neville’s stomach and sighed contently when her hand rested comfortably upon the slight tyre of flesh that Neville had never managed to shed nor cared too since his wife’s confession of her love of his special ‘shelf’ for her hand.
Neville snuggled back and rested his hand on top of Luna’s. “Missed you. I’m glad school is over for a term.”
Luna rubbed her nose across Neville’s back, breathing in his scent. “I’m glad you’re home and not teaching too.”
Silence filled the room as they both enjoyed the peace of simply being together wash over them.
They laid curled tightly together till their heartbeats and breathing matched each others, then Luna broke their peace by flipping over suddenly and sticking her pert bottom out and shimmed against Neville’s, asking a silent question.
Neville’s answer came quickly. He flipped over and echoed Luna’s previous position, spooning in tightly against his wife. His arm wandered downwards to trace the curve of a buttock, whilst the other stole upwards to cup a breast.
Luna grinned and rocked back against Neville’s groin, testing the path.
Neville was hard but not painfully so. There was time to touch his wife, to ring delicious little noises from her before the need to bury himself within her overtook him.
Neville slid his thumb and forefinger over the swell of Luna’s breast and pinched a nipple swiftly before attaching his mouth to a column of Luna’s neck and bit down, softly.
Luna squirmed then slipped a hand behind her, seeking Neville’s cock. Finding her target, she traced the length slowly, mapping the familiar territory before tugging Neville’s cotton boxers carefully down, freeing Neville from the confines of his pants.
Neville shimmed his boxers down then kicked them free and breathed deeply as Luna’s hand drew extra length and girth to his cock. He snaked a hand towards her groin, rasping them against her damp, golden curls, seeking her swollen clit that was begging to be touched. He rubbed slowly in circular movements before changing his rhythm and pressure, drawing hitching sounds from his wife.
Luna retaliated by squeezing Neville’s cock and slowly pumping.
Neville’s breath turned ragged and his questioning fingers stole to Luna’s entrance. His free hand squeezed Luna’s breast sharply as his fingers plunged into her slippery cunt. Neville’s fingers thrust swiftly back and forth and his hips snapped out a steady, pumping rhythm into Luna’s fist.
Their mingled deep breathing turned swiftly to moans and Neville torn his fingers free and batted Luna’s pumping hand away and deftly lined the tip of his cock against Luna’s entrance and rocked himself slowly in.
Luna’s inner walls clenched as her husband’s length slipped inside, she stilled and marvelled at the sensation of slowly being filled.
Neville was finally home and he’d -
Neville slowly withdrew then snapped his hips forwards, sheathing his cock firmly in one swift motion, marvelling at the tight, wet, heat surrounding him.
Luna wriggled and rocked against him then whispered entreatingly, “fuck me.”
Then Neville was pumping earnestly into his wife’s cunt and the sounds of wet, slapping flesh and shallow breathing ricocheted around the room.
Neville dug his fingers into Luna’s hips and rocked her steadily against his snapping hips, his lips and teeth danced across her shoulder and Luna clamped tightly around Neville’s thrusting hot cock as whimpers fell from her lips.
Neville feasted upon Luna’s shoulder then withdrew from Luna’s clenching channel and rolled her to her back. He paused briefly, to gaze at the well fucked beauty beneath him that was his, before lifting Luna’s hips and plunging back in.
Luna clutched Neville’s sweaty back as he furiously pumped into her, she arched her back, pushing her breasts firmly against Neville chest and her mouth fell open, forming a silent ‘oh’.
Neville attached his mouth to Luna’s, his tongue mimicking that of his cock. They kissed noisily and hungrily till Neville’s balls began to tighten then he dragged his mouth free and swallowed gulps of air as he frantically pumped and thrust into his wife’s quivering cunt.
Luna was swimming in a sea of sensation, ripples swam from her centre in a flood of wetness as Neville stilled above her, then scorching hot come flooded her and time seemed to still.
Neville collapsed forwards, rolling the pair to their sides and planted a wet kiss to Luna’s flushed cheek and his cold feet on her legs. “Phew, I’m glad to be home.”
Luna laced her fingers with Neville’s and kicked his feet free. “I’m glad you’re home too.”
Title: Coming Home
Author: suntzu_s
Pairing: (if any) Luna/Neville
Word Count:930
Rating:NC-17
Warnings: Fluffy PWP
A/N:(if any) Not a lot of plot
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, which is a pity!
Luna heard footsteps pad across the bedroom floor, and then a loud thud followed by a muffled ‘bloody hell’ and smiled into her pillow.
Neville was home.
And he’d banged his leg on the bed-post in an effort not to disturb her again.
“Neville,” she whispered, groggily. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” answered Neville. “Did I wake you?”
“Mmmm,” sighed Luna before throwing the bed covers back in readiness for her husband. She felt the bed dip and threw out her hand to touch his back as Neville perched on the edge of the bed, haphazardly pulling off his socks and asked “You tired?”
Neville turned to look down upon his wife and smiled a slow, sleepy smile. He reached out his hand and gently brushed Luna’s tangled hair away from her face. “A little,” he answered before swinging his legs up and into bed.
Luna snuggled closer before Neville had a chance to move. She curved her slender body around him, spooning him closely and snaked an arm across Neville’s stomach and sighed contently when her hand rested comfortably upon the slight tyre of flesh that Neville had never managed to shed nor cared too since his wife’s confession of her love of his special ‘shelf’ for her hand.
Neville snuggled back and rested his hand on top of Luna’s. “Missed you. I’m glad school is over for a term.”
Luna rubbed her nose across Neville’s back, breathing in his scent. “I’m glad you’re home and not teaching too.”
Silence filled the room as they both enjoyed the peace of simply being together wash over them.
They laid curled tightly together till their heartbeats and breathing matched each others, then Luna broke their peace by flipping over suddenly and sticking her pert bottom out and shimmed against Neville’s, asking a silent question.
Neville’s answer came quickly. He flipped over and echoed Luna’s previous position, spooning in tightly against his wife. His arm wandered downwards to trace the curve of a buttock, whilst the other stole upwards to cup a breast.
Luna grinned and rocked back against Neville’s groin, testing the path.
Neville was hard but not painfully so. There was time to touch his wife, to ring delicious little noises from her before the need to bury himself within her overtook him.
Neville slid his thumb and forefinger over the swell of Luna’s breast and pinched a nipple swiftly before attaching his mouth to a column of Luna’s neck and bit down, softly.
Luna squirmed then slipped a hand behind her, seeking Neville’s cock. Finding her target, she traced the length slowly, mapping the familiar territory before tugging Neville’s cotton boxers carefully down, freeing Neville from the confines of his pants.
Neville shimmed his boxers down then kicked them free and breathed deeply as Luna’s hand drew extra length and girth to his cock. He snaked a hand towards her groin, rasping them against her damp, golden curls, seeking her swollen clit that was begging to be touched. He rubbed slowly in circular movements before changing his rhythm and pressure, drawing hitching sounds from his wife.
Luna retaliated by squeezing Neville’s cock and slowly pumping.
Neville’s breath turned ragged and his questioning fingers stole to Luna’s entrance. His free hand squeezed Luna’s breast sharply as his fingers plunged into her slippery cunt. Neville’s fingers thrust swiftly back and forth and his hips snapped out a steady, pumping rhythm into Luna’s fist.
Their mingled deep breathing turned swiftly to moans and Neville torn his fingers free and batted Luna’s pumping hand away and deftly lined the tip of his cock against Luna’s entrance and rocked himself slowly in.
Luna’s inner walls clenched as her husband’s length slipped inside, she stilled and marvelled at the sensation of slowly being filled.
Neville was finally home and he’d -
Neville slowly withdrew then snapped his hips forwards, sheathing his cock firmly in one swift motion, marvelling at the tight, wet, heat surrounding him.
Luna wriggled and rocked against him then whispered entreatingly, “fuck me.”
Then Neville was pumping earnestly into his wife’s cunt and the sounds of wet, slapping flesh and shallow breathing ricocheted around the room.
Neville dug his fingers into Luna’s hips and rocked her steadily against his snapping hips, his lips and teeth danced across her shoulder and Luna clamped tightly around Neville’s thrusting hot cock as whimpers fell from her lips.
Neville feasted upon Luna’s shoulder then withdrew from Luna’s clenching channel and rolled her to her back. He paused briefly, to gaze at the well fucked beauty beneath him that was his, before lifting Luna’s hips and plunging back in.
Luna clutched Neville’s sweaty back as he furiously pumped into her, she arched her back, pushing her breasts firmly against Neville chest and her mouth fell open, forming a silent ‘oh’.
Neville attached his mouth to Luna’s, his tongue mimicking that of his cock. They kissed noisily and hungrily till Neville’s balls began to tighten then he dragged his mouth free and swallowed gulps of air as he frantically pumped and thrust into his wife’s quivering cunt.
Luna was swimming in a sea of sensation, ripples swam from her centre in a flood of wetness as Neville stilled above her, then scorching hot come flooded her and time seemed to still.
Neville collapsed forwards, rolling the pair to their sides and planted a wet kiss to Luna’s flushed cheek and his cold feet on her legs. “Phew, I’m glad to be home.”
Luna laced her fingers with Neville’s and kicked his feet free. “I’m glad you’re home too.”