'Secret Life of a Flobberworm' (R)
Title: 'Secret Life of a Flobberworm'
Rating: R
Prompt: Insecurity for Week 2 of rwhg_ladws
Word Count: 500
A/N(optional): Thanks for the help luvscharlie and urbanmama1
"Sort alphabetical by title within subject matter," Ron grumbled aloud, mimicking Hermione's officious tone, as he dug through a box of her school books.
Thought when Hermione asked me to help her unpack her new flat, there'd be more snogging and less … well, unpacking.
Throwing another tome in the Transfiguration stack, Ron reached back into the box and pulled out a familiar title.
'Secret Life of a Flobberworm'? What's Hermione doing with a Wheezes book safe?
He ran his finger over the gilded spine of the book, unconsciously thinking of the default password he'd helped create. He was surprised when it opened.
He was even more surprised at what he found inside.
It looks like… a cock?
What's Hermione doing with a fake cock?
As Ron examined his discovery, realisation struck. Merlin's bollocks! She must use this to…to get herself off!
But why? I mean, she seems satisfied. Those noises sure sound real.
Ron thought of the times he'd been with Hermione, her body shuddering as she cried his name, her nails digging into his back as she moaned in approval, her head thrown back as she rode him, clenching him tight.
It felt real… But, what if it's all an act to make me feel better?
Oh God, is that what Hermione's doing? Pretending to get off with me, then using this thing to finish the job?
Ron couldn't help the image that came into his mind: Hermione alone in bed, the sheets still mussed from their shagging, candlelight surrounding her as she squeezes her breasts, moaning softly, touching herself…
Ron felt his cock twitch in excitement at all the thoughts of Hermione and sex.
Am I doing something wrong? Am I not enough? Ron pulled his jog bottoms down, looking at his hardened cock. I certainly seem bigger…
"Ron? Are you- Oh my God!" Hermione cried from the doorway, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry." Ron threw Hermione's toy on her bed. "I didn't mean…the book just opened…you didn't change the password, then I found…"
"It…it's okay," Hermione stammered, the colour of her face returning closer to normal. "I wasn't expecting to find you… Wait, why are you…?" She gestured to his exposed penis.
"Um," Ron spluttered, pulling up his bottoms and carefully tucking himself back in. "Uh, I was, that is, I wanted to …" He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "I was comparing, okay? I was trying to figure out why you might like that thing more than me."
"Oh, Ron." Hermione rushed across the room and wrapped her arms around him. "Trust me, it's a poor substitute… It was the best I could do with you so far away." She reached between them, rubbing his erection. "I definitely prefer the real thing."
"You don't use it anymore?" Ron asked hesitantly.
"I wouldn't say that," she blushed. "But I think you'll find you have nothing to worry about." She stepped back and reached for the zip of her jeans. "Shall I show you?"
Rating: R
Prompt: Insecurity for Week 2 of rwhg_ladws
Word Count: 500
A/N(optional): Thanks for the help luvscharlie and urbanmama1
"Sort alphabetical by title within subject matter," Ron grumbled aloud, mimicking Hermione's officious tone, as he dug through a box of her school books.
Thought when Hermione asked me to help her unpack her new flat, there'd be more snogging and less … well, unpacking.
Throwing another tome in the Transfiguration stack, Ron reached back into the box and pulled out a familiar title.
'Secret Life of a Flobberworm'? What's Hermione doing with a Wheezes book safe?
He ran his finger over the gilded spine of the book, unconsciously thinking of the default password he'd helped create. He was surprised when it opened.
He was even more surprised at what he found inside.
It looks like… a cock?
What's Hermione doing with a fake cock?
As Ron examined his discovery, realisation struck. Merlin's bollocks! She must use this to…to get herself off!
But why? I mean, she seems satisfied. Those noises sure sound real.
Ron thought of the times he'd been with Hermione, her body shuddering as she cried his name, her nails digging into his back as she moaned in approval, her head thrown back as she rode him, clenching him tight.
It felt real… But, what if it's all an act to make me feel better?
Oh God, is that what Hermione's doing? Pretending to get off with me, then using this thing to finish the job?
Ron couldn't help the image that came into his mind: Hermione alone in bed, the sheets still mussed from their shagging, candlelight surrounding her as she squeezes her breasts, moaning softly, touching herself…
Ron felt his cock twitch in excitement at all the thoughts of Hermione and sex.
Am I doing something wrong? Am I not enough? Ron pulled his jog bottoms down, looking at his hardened cock. I certainly seem bigger…
"Ron? Are you- Oh my God!" Hermione cried from the doorway, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry." Ron threw Hermione's toy on her bed. "I didn't mean…the book just opened…you didn't change the password, then I found…"
"It…it's okay," Hermione stammered, the colour of her face returning closer to normal. "I wasn't expecting to find you… Wait, why are you…?" She gestured to his exposed penis.
"Um," Ron spluttered, pulling up his bottoms and carefully tucking himself back in. "Uh, I was, that is, I wanted to …" He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "I was comparing, okay? I was trying to figure out why you might like that thing more than me."
"Oh, Ron." Hermione rushed across the room and wrapped her arms around him. "Trust me, it's a poor substitute… It was the best I could do with you so far away." She reached between them, rubbing his erection. "I definitely prefer the real thing."
"You don't use it anymore?" Ron asked hesitantly.
"I wouldn't say that," she blushed. "But I think you'll find you have nothing to worry about." She stepped back and reached for the zip of her jeans. "Shall I show you?"