Drabble: Trust
I wrote this back in April for one of hp_humpdrabbles weekly prompts. I chose not to use one of their prompts.
Title: Trust
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Smut
When: Post Deathly Hallows
Word Count: 452
Warnings: Consensual, light BDSM
Summary/Notes: He has her exactly where he wants her
Trust
His hand comes down on her bum and the slap reverberates across the plump flesh.
He imagines her sounds as he spanks her again in the magically silenced room.
His long fingers slip between her legs and he can feel the heat radiating from her center.
He smirks as he traces a finger around her swollen lips, making her twitch.
She lays across his lap face down, completely at his mercy, with him holding her hands behind her back with his other hand.
She likes to be in control and very rarely gives it up, but she trusts him and knows he'd never hurt her.
His slips a finger between her slick lips and she arches her back in response.
He lets her enjoy the pleasure momentarily, before he firmly, but gently, smacking her right cheek.
He tightens his grip on her arms as she bucks and then massages the stinging flesh.
He repeats this process on her left cheek and then slips his fingers between her legs again.
She presses her naked body firmly against his legs as his fingers glide across her mons.
She jerks her hips upwards as he applies pressure to her clit.
He backs off and brings his hand down harder than ever on her bum, treating her body to two intense and contradictory feelings: pain and pleasure.
He blindly feels for his wand and wraps his long fingers around the rough wood upon finding it.
He silently cancels the silencing spells on the room and her labored breathing fills the room.
He abandons the wand again and slips his fingers back between her legs.
She purrs loudly and arches her back.
She begs, "Please, Ron."
He answers, "Please what, Hermione?"
He continues his ministrations and he waits for her to reply.
He has known her long enough to know that the words he wants to hear are hard for her, a proper lady, to say.
He grins at what their friends would say if they could see her now.
She moans as his fingers fumble against her folds.
She finally gives in and says, "Fuck me."
He wastes no time upon hearing those words and slides three fingers into her sex in quick succession.
He increases his pace as her moans fill the room, encouraging him.
He can feel his own throbbing arousal, but he wants to get her off first.
He feels her muscles tighten and then her body jerks.
She cries out as she rides the waves of her orgasm.
She slumps across his lap, completely spent.
Title: Trust
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Smut
When: Post Deathly Hallows
Word Count: 452
Warnings: Consensual, light BDSM
Summary/Notes: He has her exactly where he wants her
Trust
His hand comes down on her bum and the slap reverberates across the plump flesh.
He imagines her sounds as he spanks her again in the magically silenced room.
His long fingers slip between her legs and he can feel the heat radiating from her center.
He smirks as he traces a finger around her swollen lips, making her twitch.
She lays across his lap face down, completely at his mercy, with him holding her hands behind her back with his other hand.
She likes to be in control and very rarely gives it up, but she trusts him and knows he'd never hurt her.
His slips a finger between her slick lips and she arches her back in response.
He lets her enjoy the pleasure momentarily, before he firmly, but gently, smacking her right cheek.
He tightens his grip on her arms as she bucks and then massages the stinging flesh.
He repeats this process on her left cheek and then slips his fingers between her legs again.
She presses her naked body firmly against his legs as his fingers glide across her mons.
She jerks her hips upwards as he applies pressure to her clit.
He backs off and brings his hand down harder than ever on her bum, treating her body to two intense and contradictory feelings: pain and pleasure.
He blindly feels for his wand and wraps his long fingers around the rough wood upon finding it.
He silently cancels the silencing spells on the room and her labored breathing fills the room.
He abandons the wand again and slips his fingers back between her legs.
She purrs loudly and arches her back.
She begs, "Please, Ron."
He answers, "Please what, Hermione?"
He continues his ministrations and he waits for her to reply.
He has known her long enough to know that the words he wants to hear are hard for her, a proper lady, to say.
He grins at what their friends would say if they could see her now.
She moans as his fingers fumble against her folds.
She finally gives in and says, "Fuck me."
He wastes no time upon hearing those words and slides three fingers into her sex in quick succession.
He increases his pace as her moans fill the room, encouraging him.
He can feel his own throbbing arousal, but he wants to get her off first.
He feels her muscles tighten and then her body jerks.
She cries out as she rides the waves of her orgasm.
She slumps across his lap, completely spent.