PORNY FIC: Strapped, Ron/Hermione
Strapped
By Dramaphile
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rated: Pure Porn
Kinks: bondage, sensory deprivation, rimming, pegging (go ahead, look it up, you know you want to)
Summary: Hermione had new ideas, and Ron just can't seem to say no.
Notes: I tried to write a drabble, and instead a full-blown pwp came out. Go figure. I don't usually write Ron/Hermione, but this was the pairing that wanted to be written, so I had to go with my muse. Unbetaed because I'm impatient.
Strapped
"Just lie back and relax," Hermione murmured against Ron's ear, running a finger along the silk scarf blindfolding him.
Ron took a deep, shuddering breath, half afraid, and half aroused. "Are you sure about this, 'Mione?"
He could feel her run her hands up and down his back soothingly. This was madness, letting her tie him to the bed face-down and blindfold him. They'd done a few kinky things lately because of Hermione's new ideas, but this seemed like it was a bit much.
"Relax, Ron, I know what I'm doing. All my reading said this will be very pleasurable for you. You liked my last idea, didn't you?"
Ron groaned at the memory. She'd spent what seemed like hours teasing him with a quill, running the feather end over his skin, scratching him lightly with the nib, until he was babbling and incoherent with lust, begging for release. When she had finally straddled him and sunk down on his cock, he'd come in a matter of seconds, harder than he ever had before. Luckily, she'd been so aroused by teasing him that she'd gotten off less than a minute later, just by fingering her clit and grinding down on his still-erect cock.
Something warm and wet touched his back, and he flinched instinctively. "It's just a wet flannel," she murmured as it moved across his back. He could feel her naked breasts brushing against his back as she leaned over him. That meant she was topless, and very possibly entirely nude, or wearing those sexy lace knickers that he liked so much. Oh yeah, that was a nice picture. The washcloth was soothing against his skin as she rubbed it gently over his shoulders, down his spine, in circles on his lower back, and then over his arse. He was so relaxed, that he almost didn't notice her drag the flannel down his crack, and over his bollocks.
"Hermione?" Ron asked, unsure of what to think. It felt good, but he was suddenly worried about her intentions.
"Shhhh, Ron, just relax and don't worry about what I'm doing." She moved the flannel down the backs of his legs now, and Ron relaxed again after a moment, enjoying the soothing touch. She moved down slowly over his thighs, and calves, and then his feet, firm enough that it didn't tickle. She repeated the procedure with a soft, dry cloth, and by the end of it, Ron felt like a boneless pile of mush.
Until, oh fuck- was that her tongue? It had to be, because she murmured, "you taste good," against his neck, and then licked a teasing line from shoulder to ear, nipping at his earlobe in a way that sent electricity down his spine. Her mouth was everywhere, on his shoulders, his back, tracing the bones of his spine. He could swear, it felt like she was playing connect-the-dots every freckle on his back, licking lower and lower.
And then he felt it. Ron's whole body jolted, but he was tied down, so he couldn't stop it. She was- her tongue was- Hermione was licking his arsehole. Fuck.
"Bloody hell, Hermione, what the fuck are you-" and then she did it again, warm and wet and like nothing he'd ever felt before, moving in maddening circles, and Ron moaned out loud, and she laughed against his skin.
"Oh god, I hate you," he groaned, but he couldn't help the way his body pushed back against her tongue. This was wrong, and dirty, and he wasn't supposed to like it, but his cock was hard and rubbing against the mattress as his hips moved involuntarily. And then her tongue pressed in as her hands spread his arsecheeks, and he couldn't stop the whimper that escaped his lips.
"Oh god, oh god oh god ohgodohgod," he babbled, half-moaning, as she began thrusting her tongue into him, overwhelmed with sensation as that slick heat licked and probed and fucked an area of his body he'd never really thought of as particularly sexy. He'd since changed his mind on that count.
And then there was something longer, but still slick, pressing inside him - a finger- and it burned just slightly, even as her tongue snaked around it to keep licking there. "Hermione?" Ron squeaked, but she only responded by pressing deeper, and then, a bolt of pleasure that sent tingles down his spine, and made his cock twitch against the sheets. "What the fuck was that?"
There it was again, and Ron's eyes rolled back at the pleasure of it. "I read about it in that book you gave me," came Hermione's voice, and he felt her lips against his lower back as she kept moving that finger, touching whatever it was that felt so fucking good. He could have sworn she sounded smug. He had no idea that getting her that creative sex manual for her birthday would have produced experiences quite like this.
"It's called your prostate, it's a gland that is located above your perineum. It's homologous to the g-spot in a woman," she told him in a very clinical manner.
Ron groaned, partly from the pleasure, and partly to interrupt what was sure to become one of Hermione's encyclopaedic lectures. "Oh fuck, I think I could come just from that," he gasped out, writhing against the pleasurable assault.
"Not just yet," Hermione said, and Ron could have sworn her voice sounded almost wicked. She kissed her way up his spine, and he felt her press another finger into his arse. It stretched and hurt a bit, but that faded as she rubbed that spot again.
"I knew you'd like this," she murmured, and Ron could only gasp at each thrust of her fingers, "and it sounded very hot." She licked his ear, tracing the rim of it before sucking his lobe between her lips. "It is hot, seeing you like this, feeling you clenching around my fingers. I'm wet just from doing this." Ron moaned loudly.
"I think you'll like this, too," she said, her breath hot against his ear, and she eased her fingers out.
"Wait, what-" Ron panted out, because he'd been so close, and she'd stopped what she was doing, and then something else was pressing in, slick and blunt, and it didn't feel like it was going to fit, but it kept pressing, and Ron pushed back, mindlessly seeking the pleasure she'd given him before. And then, it was in, stretching him, filling him as it slowly pressed inward, and Ron pressed his face into the mattress, barely able to breathe.
"I bought this a few weeks ago in Knockturn Alley, at that new adult toy shop, and I've been waiting for the right moment to use it," she said, as it pulled out a bit, and then pushed back in. "It's called a strap-on, and it has a harness, so I can take you, like you take me."
She fucked him with it, because there wasn't really any way to describe it, and Ron could feel her breasts pressed up against his back, her thighs alongside his, and her curly hair brushing against his neck. "God," he groaned, because he could hear her panting, her breath coming in soft moans, and she really was getting off on this, and he was practically delirious from all the stimulation.
"You're close, aren't you?" she asked, trailing kisses up and down his neck, and Ron couldn't form the words to respond that yes he was, and he just needed a little bit more, but she gave it to him without him asking, fucking him a little bit faster, and reaching around to stroke his cock.
It only took a few strokes of her hand to finish him off and he was coming with a whimper, gasping and shooting hot and wet onto the sheets as she thrust into him, over and over again, prolonging the ecstasy. He collapsed, finally, shaking and panting, onto the mattress, his heart racing a mile a minute.
"God, you look good like that," Hermione murmured into his ear as she pulled out of him gingerly. His bonds disappeared, as did the blindfold, and Ron rolled onto his back, still gasping for breath.
"Wow, that was so-" she started, but she trailed off as she straddled him and kissed him, pressing her tongue into his mouth, and took his hand to guide it to her cunt. "God, Ron," she moaned as his fingers slid easily inside her, and she kissed him hard, riding his fingers, moaning and grinding against his hand as she brought herself off. Her back arched, and she bit down on his lip as he felt her come around his fingers.
It as several minutes before either of them had the strength or presence of mind to say anything. Hermione kissed him again, slowly this time, and twined her legs around his.
"I knew you'd like it," she told him, giving him a smug little smile that Ron wanted to kiss right off her face.
He frowned. "Does this made me - you know?"
"Gay?" Hermione laughed, "Well, would you have done it if I was a man?"
Ron shook his head, and she smiled again. "Well then, it just makes you a man who likes getting fucked by his girlfriend."
"Okay then," he said with a yawn, and closed his eyes, far too exhausted to try and argue with her superior logic.
By Dramaphile
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rated: Pure Porn
Kinks: bondage, sensory deprivation, rimming, pegging (go ahead, look it up, you know you want to)
Summary: Hermione had new ideas, and Ron just can't seem to say no.
Notes: I tried to write a drabble, and instead a full-blown pwp came out. Go figure. I don't usually write Ron/Hermione, but this was the pairing that wanted to be written, so I had to go with my muse. Unbetaed because I'm impatient.
Strapped
"Just lie back and relax," Hermione murmured against Ron's ear, running a finger along the silk scarf blindfolding him.
Ron took a deep, shuddering breath, half afraid, and half aroused. "Are you sure about this, 'Mione?"
He could feel her run her hands up and down his back soothingly. This was madness, letting her tie him to the bed face-down and blindfold him. They'd done a few kinky things lately because of Hermione's new ideas, but this seemed like it was a bit much.
"Relax, Ron, I know what I'm doing. All my reading said this will be very pleasurable for you. You liked my last idea, didn't you?"
Ron groaned at the memory. She'd spent what seemed like hours teasing him with a quill, running the feather end over his skin, scratching him lightly with the nib, until he was babbling and incoherent with lust, begging for release. When she had finally straddled him and sunk down on his cock, he'd come in a matter of seconds, harder than he ever had before. Luckily, she'd been so aroused by teasing him that she'd gotten off less than a minute later, just by fingering her clit and grinding down on his still-erect cock.
Something warm and wet touched his back, and he flinched instinctively. "It's just a wet flannel," she murmured as it moved across his back. He could feel her naked breasts brushing against his back as she leaned over him. That meant she was topless, and very possibly entirely nude, or wearing those sexy lace knickers that he liked so much. Oh yeah, that was a nice picture. The washcloth was soothing against his skin as she rubbed it gently over his shoulders, down his spine, in circles on his lower back, and then over his arse. He was so relaxed, that he almost didn't notice her drag the flannel down his crack, and over his bollocks.
"Hermione?" Ron asked, unsure of what to think. It felt good, but he was suddenly worried about her intentions.
"Shhhh, Ron, just relax and don't worry about what I'm doing." She moved the flannel down the backs of his legs now, and Ron relaxed again after a moment, enjoying the soothing touch. She moved down slowly over his thighs, and calves, and then his feet, firm enough that it didn't tickle. She repeated the procedure with a soft, dry cloth, and by the end of it, Ron felt like a boneless pile of mush.
Until, oh fuck- was that her tongue? It had to be, because she murmured, "you taste good," against his neck, and then licked a teasing line from shoulder to ear, nipping at his earlobe in a way that sent electricity down his spine. Her mouth was everywhere, on his shoulders, his back, tracing the bones of his spine. He could swear, it felt like she was playing connect-the-dots every freckle on his back, licking lower and lower.
And then he felt it. Ron's whole body jolted, but he was tied down, so he couldn't stop it. She was- her tongue was- Hermione was licking his arsehole. Fuck.
"Bloody hell, Hermione, what the fuck are you-" and then she did it again, warm and wet and like nothing he'd ever felt before, moving in maddening circles, and Ron moaned out loud, and she laughed against his skin.
"Oh god, I hate you," he groaned, but he couldn't help the way his body pushed back against her tongue. This was wrong, and dirty, and he wasn't supposed to like it, but his cock was hard and rubbing against the mattress as his hips moved involuntarily. And then her tongue pressed in as her hands spread his arsecheeks, and he couldn't stop the whimper that escaped his lips.
"Oh god, oh god oh god ohgodohgod," he babbled, half-moaning, as she began thrusting her tongue into him, overwhelmed with sensation as that slick heat licked and probed and fucked an area of his body he'd never really thought of as particularly sexy. He'd since changed his mind on that count.
And then there was something longer, but still slick, pressing inside him - a finger- and it burned just slightly, even as her tongue snaked around it to keep licking there. "Hermione?" Ron squeaked, but she only responded by pressing deeper, and then, a bolt of pleasure that sent tingles down his spine, and made his cock twitch against the sheets. "What the fuck was that?"
There it was again, and Ron's eyes rolled back at the pleasure of it. "I read about it in that book you gave me," came Hermione's voice, and he felt her lips against his lower back as she kept moving that finger, touching whatever it was that felt so fucking good. He could have sworn she sounded smug. He had no idea that getting her that creative sex manual for her birthday would have produced experiences quite like this.
"It's called your prostate, it's a gland that is located above your perineum. It's homologous to the g-spot in a woman," she told him in a very clinical manner.
Ron groaned, partly from the pleasure, and partly to interrupt what was sure to become one of Hermione's encyclopaedic lectures. "Oh fuck, I think I could come just from that," he gasped out, writhing against the pleasurable assault.
"Not just yet," Hermione said, and Ron could have sworn her voice sounded almost wicked. She kissed her way up his spine, and he felt her press another finger into his arse. It stretched and hurt a bit, but that faded as she rubbed that spot again.
"I knew you'd like this," she murmured, and Ron could only gasp at each thrust of her fingers, "and it sounded very hot." She licked his ear, tracing the rim of it before sucking his lobe between her lips. "It is hot, seeing you like this, feeling you clenching around my fingers. I'm wet just from doing this." Ron moaned loudly.
"I think you'll like this, too," she said, her breath hot against his ear, and she eased her fingers out.
"Wait, what-" Ron panted out, because he'd been so close, and she'd stopped what she was doing, and then something else was pressing in, slick and blunt, and it didn't feel like it was going to fit, but it kept pressing, and Ron pushed back, mindlessly seeking the pleasure she'd given him before. And then, it was in, stretching him, filling him as it slowly pressed inward, and Ron pressed his face into the mattress, barely able to breathe.
"I bought this a few weeks ago in Knockturn Alley, at that new adult toy shop, and I've been waiting for the right moment to use it," she said, as it pulled out a bit, and then pushed back in. "It's called a strap-on, and it has a harness, so I can take you, like you take me."
She fucked him with it, because there wasn't really any way to describe it, and Ron could feel her breasts pressed up against his back, her thighs alongside his, and her curly hair brushing against his neck. "God," he groaned, because he could hear her panting, her breath coming in soft moans, and she really was getting off on this, and he was practically delirious from all the stimulation.
"You're close, aren't you?" she asked, trailing kisses up and down his neck, and Ron couldn't form the words to respond that yes he was, and he just needed a little bit more, but she gave it to him without him asking, fucking him a little bit faster, and reaching around to stroke his cock.
It only took a few strokes of her hand to finish him off and he was coming with a whimper, gasping and shooting hot and wet onto the sheets as she thrust into him, over and over again, prolonging the ecstasy. He collapsed, finally, shaking and panting, onto the mattress, his heart racing a mile a minute.
"God, you look good like that," Hermione murmured into his ear as she pulled out of him gingerly. His bonds disappeared, as did the blindfold, and Ron rolled onto his back, still gasping for breath.
"Wow, that was so-" she started, but she trailed off as she straddled him and kissed him, pressing her tongue into his mouth, and took his hand to guide it to her cunt. "God, Ron," she moaned as his fingers slid easily inside her, and she kissed him hard, riding his fingers, moaning and grinding against his hand as she brought herself off. Her back arched, and she bit down on his lip as he felt her come around his fingers.
It as several minutes before either of them had the strength or presence of mind to say anything. Hermione kissed him again, slowly this time, and twined her legs around his.
"I knew you'd like it," she told him, giving him a smug little smile that Ron wanted to kiss right off her face.
He frowned. "Does this made me - you know?"
"Gay?" Hermione laughed, "Well, would you have done it if I was a man?"
Ron shook his head, and she smiled again. "Well then, it just makes you a man who likes getting fucked by his girlfriend."
"Okay then," he said with a yawn, and closed his eyes, far too exhausted to try and argue with her superior logic.