[Fic:]Things to love
Author: 
smirkingcat
Title: Things to love
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron/Pansy
Summary: It's not all about the sex, but it doesn't hurt that the sex is really good.
Word Count: 638
Notes: written for
hphet's challenge "Rating NC-17"; and for snowflake challenge day 7 & 10
my thanks for the beta to
themightyflynn
Things to love
The things Ron loved about Pansy were many and varied. She was sharp and witty, but never cut him too deep, as if she simply sensed his limit. She was caring: there would always be a warm meal and hot tea when he came home or, on bad days, cold firewhisky. She dressed to impress, to draw all the eyes in the room on herself, only to then hang on to him, and never even bother to look at the others. He also liked the fact that she walked around their house in lingerie even in winter, which always lead to her moving closer to him. Altogether, she liked touch in many ways, no matter if it was just as they passed each other, or when they kissed good-bye, and she didn’t give a rat’s arse who saw them. She made him feel special in ways nobody else ever managed.
The thing he loved about Pansy was that no matter when and hardly where, he could always bend her over and let his fingers brush over her silk-clad vagina. There would always be an answering shiver, and she would spread her legs a little more.
It never ceased to fascinate him how he could stroke her to wetness through the cloth, and have her begging for him to “give it to me already” or “fuck me hard like we both know you want to,” while she herself stroked her breasts.
Sometimes, when they had the time, he would incapacitate her hands for her misbehaviour. As if her breasts were only there for herself, silly girl. But other times a little torture, like a sharp and sudden suck on her clit, would do the trick to get her to stop. And it was always worth tasting her.
But today, he merely pulled her undies to the side, and pushed himself in, balls deep, causing her to shiver around his aching cock as she moaned loudly and straighten up to lean against him.
It always gave him the opportunity to open the first few buttons on her stylish blouse, and unhook her front-opening bra. Maybe he should also put those bras on the list of things he loved about her? Though way below her amazing breasts. Touching them just felt right and playing with them- playing with her voice, and desperation through them- was a delight.
And, if provoked long enough in all the right ways, she will fuck herself on him like a kneazle in heat. It is such a sight!
His cock is throbbing before he can focus on it, but he will never allow himself to lose to her in this age-old game. And luckily enough for him, she is weak to words, and describing the picture she presented to him, the wetness of her pussy, the soft texture of her breasts, and admiring the stiffness of her nibbles, always makes her knees week, and her muscles contract wildly around him, pulling his own orgasm from him.
The thing he loved about Pansy was that she would never hide her orgasms from him, but shared them freely in body and voice.
They take a few minutes, stay together and marvel at how right it felt for them to be together. Then, slowly, she moves away from him and rights herself, never with magic, only with her hands. So, that if one knew what to look for, they can see how well she got it from him.
She turns around and steals a hot, loving kiss, stroking her fingers through his hair and whispers: “I love the fact that you want me all the time, everywhere,” before she grabs the file she was caring and moves towards the door. “Dinner will be at six, love.” She leaves him alone in the small storage room they found this time.
This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/109612.html.
smirkingcat
Title: Things to love
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron/Pansy
Summary: It's not all about the sex, but it doesn't hurt that the sex is really good.
Word Count: 638
Notes: written for
hphet's challenge "Rating NC-17"; and for snowflake challenge day 7 & 10
my thanks for the beta to
themightyflynn
Things to love
The things Ron loved about Pansy were many and varied. She was sharp and witty, but never cut him too deep, as if she simply sensed his limit. She was caring: there would always be a warm meal and hot tea when he came home or, on bad days, cold firewhisky. She dressed to impress, to draw all the eyes in the room on herself, only to then hang on to him, and never even bother to look at the others. He also liked the fact that she walked around their house in lingerie even in winter, which always lead to her moving closer to him. Altogether, she liked touch in many ways, no matter if it was just as they passed each other, or when they kissed good-bye, and she didn’t give a rat’s arse who saw them. She made him feel special in ways nobody else ever managed.
The thing he loved about Pansy was that no matter when and hardly where, he could always bend her over and let his fingers brush over her silk-clad vagina. There would always be an answering shiver, and she would spread her legs a little more.
It never ceased to fascinate him how he could stroke her to wetness through the cloth, and have her begging for him to “give it to me already” or “fuck me hard like we both know you want to,” while she herself stroked her breasts.
Sometimes, when they had the time, he would incapacitate her hands for her misbehaviour. As if her breasts were only there for herself, silly girl. But other times a little torture, like a sharp and sudden suck on her clit, would do the trick to get her to stop. And it was always worth tasting her.
But today, he merely pulled her undies to the side, and pushed himself in, balls deep, causing her to shiver around his aching cock as she moaned loudly and straighten up to lean against him.
It always gave him the opportunity to open the first few buttons on her stylish blouse, and unhook her front-opening bra. Maybe he should also put those bras on the list of things he loved about her? Though way below her amazing breasts. Touching them just felt right and playing with them- playing with her voice, and desperation through them- was a delight.
And, if provoked long enough in all the right ways, she will fuck herself on him like a kneazle in heat. It is such a sight!
His cock is throbbing before he can focus on it, but he will never allow himself to lose to her in this age-old game. And luckily enough for him, she is weak to words, and describing the picture she presented to him, the wetness of her pussy, the soft texture of her breasts, and admiring the stiffness of her nibbles, always makes her knees week, and her muscles contract wildly around him, pulling his own orgasm from him.
The thing he loved about Pansy was that she would never hide her orgasms from him, but shared them freely in body and voice.
They take a few minutes, stay together and marvel at how right it felt for them to be together. Then, slowly, she moves away from him and rights herself, never with magic, only with her hands. So, that if one knew what to look for, they can see how well she got it from him.
She turns around and steals a hot, loving kiss, stroking her fingers through his hair and whispers: “I love the fact that you want me all the time, everywhere,” before she grabs the file she was caring and moves towards the door. “Dinner will be at six, love.” She leaves him alone in the small storage room they found this time.
This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/109612.html.