Restless (NC-17)
Title: Restless
Prompt: restless
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Where the fuck is she?
A/N: peenlulz 15 minute drabble
Ron paced his small attic room, restless and edgy; he was liked a caged animal.
Where the fuck is she?
Shit, maybe Mum found her on her way up?
Maybe Ginny’s still awake?
Maybe- his frantic thoughts were interrupted by a light tapping on his door.
He threw open his door, revealing Hermione waiting anxiously on the other side.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he growled.
“Ever the romantic, aren’t you Ronald?” she responded cooly stepping into his room.
“Now’s not the time for romance Hermione.” He pulled her back to him and shoved her against his bedroom door. “You can’t tease me like that Hermione! Putting my hand up your skirt, rubbing me off under the table, banishing your fucking sopping wet knickers into my pocket -- what the fuck are you playing at?”
“I’m not playing at anything Ron.”
“Good, neither am I.” He pressed her harder against the against the door, crashing her petite frame between the door and his unyielding body. He captured her mouth in an almost painful kiss, one meant to mark possession as much as passion.
His large hands went to her dressing gown and in one movement he wrenched it open. He growled when he found nothing but bare flesh underneath. Hermione scrambled to pull Ron’s jog bottoms down, freeing his throbbing erection.
Without a further word, he lifted her up against the door and pushed inside her with a powerful, nearly violent thrust. Hermione gasped at the sensation of being filled so fully, so completely.
“Please Ron,” she begged, “don’t stop!”
“Never,” he groaned, “I’ll never stop fucking you!”
Prompt: restless
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Where the fuck is she?
A/N: peenlulz 15 minute drabble
Ron paced his small attic room, restless and edgy; he was liked a caged animal.
Where the fuck is she?
Shit, maybe Mum found her on her way up?
Maybe Ginny’s still awake?
Maybe- his frantic thoughts were interrupted by a light tapping on his door.
He threw open his door, revealing Hermione waiting anxiously on the other side.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he growled.
“Ever the romantic, aren’t you Ronald?” she responded cooly stepping into his room.
“Now’s not the time for romance Hermione.” He pulled her back to him and shoved her against his bedroom door. “You can’t tease me like that Hermione! Putting my hand up your skirt, rubbing me off under the table, banishing your fucking sopping wet knickers into my pocket -- what the fuck are you playing at?”
“I’m not playing at anything Ron.”
“Good, neither am I.” He pressed her harder against the against the door, crashing her petite frame between the door and his unyielding body. He captured her mouth in an almost painful kiss, one meant to mark possession as much as passion.
His large hands went to her dressing gown and in one movement he wrenched it open. He growled when he found nothing but bare flesh underneath. Hermione scrambled to pull Ron’s jog bottoms down, freeing his throbbing erection.
Without a further word, he lifted her up against the door and pushed inside her with a powerful, nearly violent thrust. Hermione gasped at the sensation of being filled so fully, so completely.
“Please Ron,” she begged, “don’t stop!”
“Never,” he groaned, “I’ll never stop fucking you!”