Just What I Needed (NC-17)
Title: Just What I Needed
Prompt: Over
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ron has just what Hermione needed
A/N: 15 minute peenlulz drabble
Ron lay spread out on his too-small bed in his too-orange room. His feet were dangling slightly over the end of the bed as he snored loudly, oblivious to the figure lurking over him.
A sudden whoosh filled the air and Ron shivered as a rush of cold air covered his lanky frame. He reached subconsciously for his quilt but his hand met nothing but the fitted sheet beneath him. He slowly opened his eyes and discovered he was naked. He then noticed the figure standing beside his bed. Covering his exposed bits with one hand, he scrambled for his wand with the other.
"Who the hell are you? What do you want?" he bellowed.
"You," responded a soft familiar voice.
"Her-Hermione? Is that you? What the fuck?"
Hermione stepped out of the shadows, reveling herself to be naked as well.
"I'm sorry Ron, I didn't mean to startle you. I just ... I just needed you."
"Needed me? Needed me to what?" In his half-asleep state, Ron was having difficulty understanding Hermione's intentions.
She walked to his bed and climbed in, and setting on his muscular thighs, she explained. "I needed to be with you. I woke up from the most amazing dream," she reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock, "or maybe it was a memory." She continued to stroke Ron until he was whimpering with need.
Hermione released him and lifted herself so she hovering over his fully erect, dripping cock. As she slowly sheathed herself, she sighed contentedly, "Just what I needed."
Prompt: Over
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ron has just what Hermione needed
A/N: 15 minute peenlulz drabble
Ron lay spread out on his too-small bed in his too-orange room. His feet were dangling slightly over the end of the bed as he snored loudly, oblivious to the figure lurking over him.
A sudden whoosh filled the air and Ron shivered as a rush of cold air covered his lanky frame. He reached subconsciously for his quilt but his hand met nothing but the fitted sheet beneath him. He slowly opened his eyes and discovered he was naked. He then noticed the figure standing beside his bed. Covering his exposed bits with one hand, he scrambled for his wand with the other.
"Who the hell are you? What do you want?" he bellowed.
"You," responded a soft familiar voice.
"Her-Hermione? Is that you? What the fuck?"
Hermione stepped out of the shadows, reveling herself to be naked as well.
"I'm sorry Ron, I didn't mean to startle you. I just ... I just needed you."
"Needed me? Needed me to what?" In his half-asleep state, Ron was having difficulty understanding Hermione's intentions.
She walked to his bed and climbed in, and setting on his muscular thighs, she explained. "I needed to be with you. I woke up from the most amazing dream," she reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock, "or maybe it was a memory." She continued to stroke Ron until he was whimpering with need.
Hermione released him and lifted herself so she hovering over his fully erect, dripping cock. As she slowly sheathed herself, she sighed contentedly, "Just what I needed."