Applied Linguistics (NC-17)
Title: Applied Linguistics
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 497
Prompt: Kink for week 5 at rwhg_ladws
A/N(optional): Thrilled to have won the week 5 challenge! Thanks to all!
"Fucking hell, Hermione."
Shit. Was that out loud? Luckily she didn't seem to notice. She's too busy moaning, I guess.
Don't know how a bloke's supposed to remember to mind his language when his girlfriend's lying under him in nothing but a tiny pair of knickers… and her hand's wrapped 'round his cock.
Still can't believe I'm allowed to see Hermione like this, all naked and panting - real and in the flesh, not just some wanking fantasy. It's been about a month since she Apparated into my bedroom, stripped off her dressing gown (wearing nothing underneath!) and declared she was tired of waiting. Even a thick prat like me knew what that meant.
Been trying my damnedest ever since to make certain she doesn't regret her decision - I sure as shit know I never will.
Her fingers grip my hair tightly as she guides my head down toward her tits.
Her perfect tits.
"I fucking love your tits."
Ouch! Her nails are digging into my scalp, she definitely heard me that time. Can't tell if she's angry or not… I better fix this, just in case.
"Er, I mean, I love your boo-breasts, I love your breasts."
Hermione tugs my head up from her chest as she sighs my name - not in that "Oh God, I love you" way, but the irritated "Ron's screwed up" sort of way.
Before I can apologise, she tells me: "I don't want to have sex with Percy."
Well, that certainly clears things up.
"I want you Ron, I love you," she says.
"And what the hell's Percy got to do with anything?"
She rolls her eyes and continues. "I don't want some polite, uptight pseudo-Ron in bed with me. I love it when you let yourself go, when you lose control. Stop censoring yourself."
I sit back between her legs and look down at her, questioning, "So, I should say whatever comes to mind, yeah?"
"Yes." She nods, making her tits bounce invitingly.
"I can tell you I think your tits are fucking brilliant?" I ask, rolling her nipples between my fingers.
"Yes," she sighs, her eyes slipping closed.
"You don't mind if I tell you I wank to thoughts of sliding my cock between 'em, dream of fucking 'em?"
"That…that's fine," she says, her voice barely a whisper as I squeeze her tits together.
She puts a hand on top of mine, slowly running it down her body until it rests between her thighs. I nudge her knickers aside and slide a finger into her damp fanny.
"Wh-what else would you want to say?" she asks breathlessly.
Damn… this actually turns her on.
"Can I say how sexy it is knowing how wet I make you?" Adding a second finger, I begin moving faster.
"Mm-hmm," she moans, riding my hand. "As long as you don't mind me telling you how much I love watching your cock disappear inside me as you fuck me."
"Fucking hell, Hermione!"
Be sure to visit rwhg_ladws again this week to read and vote for some amazing 'adult' (i.e. smutty!) R/Hr drabbles. Only 2 weeks left, so every vote counts (*bites nails nervously*).
The prompt this week was 'Interrupted' and needed to be between 300 and 500 words. This way to teh smutz...
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 497
Prompt: Kink for week 5 at rwhg_ladws
A/N(optional): Thrilled to have won the week 5 challenge! Thanks to all!
"Fucking hell, Hermione."
Shit. Was that out loud? Luckily she didn't seem to notice. She's too busy moaning, I guess.
Don't know how a bloke's supposed to remember to mind his language when his girlfriend's lying under him in nothing but a tiny pair of knickers… and her hand's wrapped 'round his cock.
Still can't believe I'm allowed to see Hermione like this, all naked and panting - real and in the flesh, not just some wanking fantasy. It's been about a month since she Apparated into my bedroom, stripped off her dressing gown (wearing nothing underneath!) and declared she was tired of waiting. Even a thick prat like me knew what that meant.
Been trying my damnedest ever since to make certain she doesn't regret her decision - I sure as shit know I never will.
Her fingers grip my hair tightly as she guides my head down toward her tits.
Her perfect tits.
"I fucking love your tits."
Ouch! Her nails are digging into my scalp, she definitely heard me that time. Can't tell if she's angry or not… I better fix this, just in case.
"Er, I mean, I love your boo-breasts, I love your breasts."
Hermione tugs my head up from her chest as she sighs my name - not in that "Oh God, I love you" way, but the irritated "Ron's screwed up" sort of way.
Before I can apologise, she tells me: "I don't want to have sex with Percy."
Well, that certainly clears things up.
"I want you Ron, I love you," she says.
"And what the hell's Percy got to do with anything?"
She rolls her eyes and continues. "I don't want some polite, uptight pseudo-Ron in bed with me. I love it when you let yourself go, when you lose control. Stop censoring yourself."
I sit back between her legs and look down at her, questioning, "So, I should say whatever comes to mind, yeah?"
"Yes." She nods, making her tits bounce invitingly.
"I can tell you I think your tits are fucking brilliant?" I ask, rolling her nipples between my fingers.
"Yes," she sighs, her eyes slipping closed.
"You don't mind if I tell you I wank to thoughts of sliding my cock between 'em, dream of fucking 'em?"
"That…that's fine," she says, her voice barely a whisper as I squeeze her tits together.
She puts a hand on top of mine, slowly running it down her body until it rests between her thighs. I nudge her knickers aside and slide a finger into her damp fanny.
"Wh-what else would you want to say?" she asks breathlessly.
Damn… this actually turns her on.
"Can I say how sexy it is knowing how wet I make you?" Adding a second finger, I begin moving faster.
"Mm-hmm," she moans, riding my hand. "As long as you don't mind me telling you how much I love watching your cock disappear inside me as you fuck me."
"Fucking hell, Hermione!"
Be sure to visit rwhg_ladws again this week to read and vote for some amazing 'adult' (i.e. smutty!) R/Hr drabbles. Only 2 weeks left, so every vote counts (*bites nails nervously*).
The prompt this week was 'Interrupted' and needed to be between 300 and 500 words. This way to teh smutz...