Harry Potter, Neville/Ginny, Sexual Kinks -- Voyeurism
Title: Longing
Author/Artist: philstar22
Theme: Voyeurism
Rating: I guess either R or NC-17. I'm not sure.
Author's Notes (if applicable): First of all, this ficlet also contains an OC/Ginny pairing that is graphic.
Also, the premise of this fic is that Ginny has never been in anything but a physical relationship. She also has buried issues from Tom Riddle and from the war. I'm not trying to portray her in a negitive light or anything like that.
Finally, this is my first smut. Since the smut is actually mostly Ginny/OC, I tried to not make it too graphic. Succeeding ficlets will be more graphic.
She was wearing a low-cut muggle dress underneath her open robes. From his current location above them, he could see everything. Her red hair was hanging down her back, and she had on the necklace that he’d given her for Christmas last year. He guessed she liked it, but bothered him that she was wearing it to see another guy.
Ginny was standing at the door with some guy he didn’t recognize. Of course, he hadn’t known her last three boyfriends either. The guy had his arm around her and was looking at her in a way that made Neville cringe.
He wanted to go down there and get her. He wanted to tell her that this guy wasn’t worth it, that he only wanted to use her. He wanted to take her in his arms and show her what love was. He couldn’t find the courage to do anything, though, but watch.
“I really have to get back to the Ministry, Vincent,” Ginny said.
“Come on, Ginny. We had the whole evening planned, remember. The ministry will survive without you for a few hours.”
“You had the evening planned. I don’t recall ever being asked.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I bought us those expensive tickets. We heard the music and now we’re going to spend the evening at my place. You look so beautiful tonight. I don’t want to leave you so soon.”
Why had they gotten music tickets? Neville knew that quidditch was what Ginny really enjoyed. He would have gotten her tickets to a game, and it would have been a gift with no expectations attached. He’d have complimented her knowledge of the game and her intelligence as well as her beauty. Ginny was beautiful, but she was so much more than that.
Ginny allowed herself to be led inside, the compliment swaying her. As Vincent leaned in to kiss her, closed her eyes and opened her mouth to him.
Neville would have waited to kiss her. He’d have sat with her on the couch first and then he’d have kissed her softly. No need to rush things. Slow was better for both of them.
Vincent slipped the robes off her shoulders as he led her towards the couch, groping at her back. He pushed her beneath him and yanked her dress off as he bit her neck.
Neville would have taken her to the bedroom. A couch could be fun, but it wasn’t worthy of someone like Ginny. She deserved pillows and soft covers. He would have gone slow, letting her undress him as well. He hardened at the thought of her warm, soft skin against his. He imagined the desire that he would see in her eye.
Vincent reached for her bra clasp. He got it open and stared at the breasts that were released. He held her hands above his head as he used the other hands to grope her.
How could he hold her like that? Ginny was wild. She deserved control. Neville would have let her be on top. His hand reached down to touch himself through the robes, as he imagined letting her take the lead. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t like to top on occasion. It was just that he knew that Ginny needed to be in control as she never had been.
He imagined reaching up to touch her breasts, to take them in his mouth. He imagined what they’d look like above him, the necklace hanging between them. Somehow the picture of them hanging down was so much more erotic than they were now. He could imagine them bouncing as she moved above him. He couldn’t help it. He parted his robes and began stroking himself in earnest.
Vincent slipped off her knickers and entered her without any further foreplay. Ginny winced and shifted, obviously not comfortable. Vincent ignored her, intent only on his pleasure. He moved fast and deep, riding her hard until he’d reached his completion.
Neville would have touched her first. He would have gotten her ready, made her dizzy with pleasure. Her pleasure mattered more than his. He wanted to see her go wild with abandon. He would have let her touch him too.
When they were ready, Neville and Ginny would have moved together. They would have taken it as fast or slow as they both needed. Neville picked up the pace, his orgasm hitting him hard.
Vincent pulled out and moved off the couch. He put his clothes on and headed towards the kitchen. Ginny put her clothes back and followed him.
Neville would have stayed beside her. He would have held her in his arms and told her how much she meant to him.
“Ginny, I don’t think this is going to work out. You’re an attractive girl, but I’m just not ready to settle down.”
How dare he? How dare he break her heart? She deserved forever, or at least more than just sex. Neville would stay with her forever. She was the perfect woman. Why would anyone want anything but her? How could anyone hurt such an amazing person? Neville would never understand.
Ginny nodded, her response obviously a mask. She quietly took out her wand and apparated away. Neville assumed she’d headed to the ministry, so he apparated there too. He found her sobbing in her office. He held her, as any good friend would.
He didn’t tell her where he’d been or what he’d been thinking. He didn’t show her the invisibility cloak hidden in his robes. He couldn’t do that. She needed a friend, not another lover. He'd tell her some day. His Gryffindor courage would show itself as it had during the war. For now, all he had was his imagination and the neclace she wore.
Author/Artist: philstar22
Theme: Voyeurism
Rating: I guess either R or NC-17. I'm not sure.
Author's Notes (if applicable): First of all, this ficlet also contains an OC/Ginny pairing that is graphic.
Also, the premise of this fic is that Ginny has never been in anything but a physical relationship. She also has buried issues from Tom Riddle and from the war. I'm not trying to portray her in a negitive light or anything like that.
Finally, this is my first smut. Since the smut is actually mostly Ginny/OC, I tried to not make it too graphic. Succeeding ficlets will be more graphic.
She was wearing a low-cut muggle dress underneath her open robes. From his current location above them, he could see everything. Her red hair was hanging down her back, and she had on the necklace that he’d given her for Christmas last year. He guessed she liked it, but bothered him that she was wearing it to see another guy.
Ginny was standing at the door with some guy he didn’t recognize. Of course, he hadn’t known her last three boyfriends either. The guy had his arm around her and was looking at her in a way that made Neville cringe.
He wanted to go down there and get her. He wanted to tell her that this guy wasn’t worth it, that he only wanted to use her. He wanted to take her in his arms and show her what love was. He couldn’t find the courage to do anything, though, but watch.
“I really have to get back to the Ministry, Vincent,” Ginny said.
“Come on, Ginny. We had the whole evening planned, remember. The ministry will survive without you for a few hours.”
“You had the evening planned. I don’t recall ever being asked.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I bought us those expensive tickets. We heard the music and now we’re going to spend the evening at my place. You look so beautiful tonight. I don’t want to leave you so soon.”
Why had they gotten music tickets? Neville knew that quidditch was what Ginny really enjoyed. He would have gotten her tickets to a game, and it would have been a gift with no expectations attached. He’d have complimented her knowledge of the game and her intelligence as well as her beauty. Ginny was beautiful, but she was so much more than that.
Ginny allowed herself to be led inside, the compliment swaying her. As Vincent leaned in to kiss her, closed her eyes and opened her mouth to him.
Neville would have waited to kiss her. He’d have sat with her on the couch first and then he’d have kissed her softly. No need to rush things. Slow was better for both of them.
Vincent slipped the robes off her shoulders as he led her towards the couch, groping at her back. He pushed her beneath him and yanked her dress off as he bit her neck.
Neville would have taken her to the bedroom. A couch could be fun, but it wasn’t worthy of someone like Ginny. She deserved pillows and soft covers. He would have gone slow, letting her undress him as well. He hardened at the thought of her warm, soft skin against his. He imagined the desire that he would see in her eye.
Vincent reached for her bra clasp. He got it open and stared at the breasts that were released. He held her hands above his head as he used the other hands to grope her.
How could he hold her like that? Ginny was wild. She deserved control. Neville would have let her be on top. His hand reached down to touch himself through the robes, as he imagined letting her take the lead. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t like to top on occasion. It was just that he knew that Ginny needed to be in control as she never had been.
He imagined reaching up to touch her breasts, to take them in his mouth. He imagined what they’d look like above him, the necklace hanging between them. Somehow the picture of them hanging down was so much more erotic than they were now. He could imagine them bouncing as she moved above him. He couldn’t help it. He parted his robes and began stroking himself in earnest.
Vincent slipped off her knickers and entered her without any further foreplay. Ginny winced and shifted, obviously not comfortable. Vincent ignored her, intent only on his pleasure. He moved fast and deep, riding her hard until he’d reached his completion.
Neville would have touched her first. He would have gotten her ready, made her dizzy with pleasure. Her pleasure mattered more than his. He wanted to see her go wild with abandon. He would have let her touch him too.
When they were ready, Neville and Ginny would have moved together. They would have taken it as fast or slow as they both needed. Neville picked up the pace, his orgasm hitting him hard.
Vincent pulled out and moved off the couch. He put his clothes on and headed towards the kitchen. Ginny put her clothes back and followed him.
Neville would have stayed beside her. He would have held her in his arms and told her how much she meant to him.
“Ginny, I don’t think this is going to work out. You’re an attractive girl, but I’m just not ready to settle down.”
How dare he? How dare he break her heart? She deserved forever, or at least more than just sex. Neville would stay with her forever. She was the perfect woman. Why would anyone want anything but her? How could anyone hurt such an amazing person? Neville would never understand.
Ginny nodded, her response obviously a mask. She quietly took out her wand and apparated away. Neville assumed she’d headed to the ministry, so he apparated there too. He found her sobbing in her office. He held her, as any good friend would.
He didn’t tell her where he’d been or what he’d been thinking. He didn’t show her the invisibility cloak hidden in his robes. He couldn’t do that. She needed a friend, not another lover. He'd tell her some day. His Gryffindor courage would show itself as it had during the war. For now, all he had was his imagination and the neclace she wore.