Bliss, H/R/Hr, NC-17.
Huge thanks go to h_bomb1013 for beta, advice, and just being a good friend.
She'd been afraid it would happen, but Harry's outright refusal to join her and Ron in the bedroom, along with his obvious displeasure, surprised her. He'd stalked angrily out of the restaurant to start what she was sure would turn into a sulk of huge proportions. Ron had started to follow, but she stopped him. It'd been her idea, she'd been the one to ask, and she was the one who'd have to sort it all out.
Thinking on it through the next few weeks, she decided that Harry's problem wasn't with a threesome, wasn't with being with another man or anything of that sort. His problem was with her. She couldn't place a finger on how she knew that or be sure of what the problem was, but she thought it had to do with his innate politeness. He'd always treated her like a lady, from day one of their aquaintance to the present. He'd done his fair share of arguing with her and joining Ron in poking fun at her, but he still treated her with the utmost repect. She knew Harry couldn't imagine her sleeping with Ron, much less fucking her himself.
Once she'd figured out the problem, it didn't take long to figure out a solution. She was a smart woman who knew what she wanted and she wasn't going to let some old-fashioned good manners get in her way. The hard part was going to be getting her accomplice and her subject to play their parts.
She'd been right; Harry had sulked for days, avoiding her and Ron to the point of absurdity. It was even worse considering they shared a house and had to see each other constantly. He'd done the only thing he could do--started sleeping in the day. Since she and Ron worked in the day, this left Harry free of his roommates during the night as they slept. This also left Hermione with the perfect chance to put her plans to the test.
It was simple, really. All she had to do was sneak herself and Ron into Harry's bedroom without waking him on a day they'd both taken off from work. Considering she'd put silencing spells to good use, it was very easy to accomplish.
Completely naked, she positioned herself over Harry's boxer-clad body and woke him. His gaze immediately locked on hers. She laid down on top of him and let her legs straddle his, opening herself to him. The feel of his boxers against her wet lips was strange and arousing at the same time. Instead of caressing and getting as close to him as possible, she held herself off of his body the slightest fraction with her elbows. She broke her gaze to look at his lips, which he promptly wet with his tongue, then glanced behind her at Ron. He was naked except for his boxers as well, waiting for a signal from her.
"Get over here, Ron," she ordered in the tone of voice reserved for this type of scenario. He complied quickly, only pausing to remove his shorts. His cock was a scorching red thing, standing proudly from his body and begging for attention. As he moved up behind her, she turned back toward Harry. He was breathing heavily and starting to perspire, which was good. It made her want to lick every inch of his glistening skin, but she restrained herself. She had to do this the right way.
"How do you want me, Hermione?" Ron asked from over her shoulder where he knelt, poised to do her bidding. She didn't have to think, just reach back to hand him the bottle of lube.
He knew her well enough that he didn't hesitate at all, other than to squeeze some gel onto his hands, which he then smoothed onto his straining cock. She turned around to make sure he did no more than necessary; he had a tendency to be a bit too self-indulgent at times, which she'd had trouble breaking him of. Satisfied that he was keeping in line when he started kissing and caressing her back, she turned back to Harry and let their gazes lock again. He silently pleaded for her to put an end to this, but she ignored him.
Ron chose that moment to start his work. He was extremely good at this; she'd taught him how she liked to play the game very well. Her eyes closed of their own accord when he entered her with one finger, thrusting in and out a couple of times. When she'd gotten control of herself enough to open her eyes again, Harry was staring at her as if he'd never seen her before. The wild look on his face made her want him more than ever and every muscle in her body clenched in an excited shudder.
Behind her Ron groaned when she tightened around his finger and left sloppy, wet kisses up and down her spine as he continued thrusting his finger in and out slowly. When he added another finger and sped up the tiniest fraction, she couldn't control the groan that escaped her lips. Harry struggled for a moment to free himself, but thought better of it when she glared at him pointedly. His hair was sticking to his forehead and he had that odd look about his eyes that she'd only seen when he was in the midst of something that caught his imagination and passion. She'd never seen that expression aimed at her before.
The feeling of fresh lube and a third finger jolted her out of her thoughts. It was impossible not to see what she was doing to Harry, but she couldn't concentrate on him when Ron's actions were starting to become so mind-consuming. All she could think of was the feeling of the now-warm gel and the fingers scissoring in and out of her.
Ron withdrew his fingers and jostled the bed as he moved up closer to her and entered her with one smooth, slow thrust. The things he'd been doing with his fingers had felt good, but his cock was unbelievable. Her eyes closed again and she consciously let out a panting groan as every inch of her body caught fire.
Underneath her, pressed up against her clit, she felt Harry's cock jump and harden even more through the thin material that seperated them. Opening her eyes again, she didn't glance away from his unbelieving eyes as she spoke.
"You're not to come till I've come, Ron, do you hear me?" The man behind her groaned in frustration. He knew as well as she did that she wouldn't come from anal intercourse alone. When they'd played around with it before, she'd only climaxed with the dual penetration of his cock and a vibrator. "You're not to come till I've come three times," she answered, still staring Harry straight in the eyes.
It was time to have a little fun, since Ron could go for a while and Harry obviously wasn't going anywhere. She pointed her tongue out and let it drag along Harry's chest with every thrust Ron made. His accelerated breathing let her know it was having its desired affect.
"Do I feel good, Ron?"
"Oh, God, yes," he groaned. Harry whimpered.
"Faster, Ron. Fuck me harder and faster," she commanded, watching as Harry's eyes widened and flitted back to Ron and then to her again. He was having trouble reconciling this woman with the everyday woman he knew. Ron's efforts didn't go unrewarded; he pushed her into Harry's cock harder, which bumped her clit with every thrust. Her body started humming and she knew she was close. She lowered herself down onto Harry's chest a little more and the increased contact set off a powerfully intense orgasm.
Most of the time she tried to keep herself quiet when she came, but not tonight. She wanted Harry to be totally at her mercy and the only way she was going to accomplish that was by pulling out all the stops. When she opened her eyes again, he was sweating more heavily and it was starting to run down in his eyes. He blinked furiously as he glanced back at Ron, who was still pumping away, though his rhythm was starting to lag and slow a little as he neared his breaking point.
"Ohh, please... let me come...," he begged as he gave her a particularly powerful thrust. She ignored him like she always did. She liked to hear him beg and he was only just getting started.
"Do you want me, Harry?" she asked the man she was lying upon. He held his breath for a split second and then resumed his panting but didn't answer. "Do you want me?" she demanded again, knowing he wasn't going to answer while he had any control at all over his body.
Lowering all of her weight to rest upon him, she reached underneath him and started tugging at his boxers. Terror flickered across his face like lightning.
"Please... don't do this," he begged in a throaty voice. She didn't even slow her actions.
"Stop for a minute, Ron," she ordered. When he complied and pulled out a second later, she lifted herself off of Harry with her knees on either side of his narrow hips and pulled his boxers down just enough to let his erection escape. Trapping it between them, she laid back down on top of him, letting most of her weight rest on her elbows.
"Can I...," Ron asked, his cock brushing up against her ass before she'd had a chance to get settled much.
"Yes, you may." Harry's eyes closed when she grunted as Ron thrust back inside her, much more forcefully than before. He wouldn't be able to last much longer-- neither of them would.
Hovering over Harry, she felt every inch of her body. Sweat rolled down her scalp and on her chest where it was pressed against him. She again dragged her tongue up his chest and savored the way he gasped in an attempt to suppress a moan.
"Do you want me?" she asked again, knowing he was near the point of desperation.
He whimpered in response; his control was wavering.
"Do you want me, Harry?" she said, infusing her voice with every ounce of determination and demand she could muster. This time he closed his eyes and bit then released his bottom lip.
Stretching herself so far forward that it almost pulled Ron out of her, she grabbed the lip he'd just bitten and bit it herself. Harry's eyes flew open in surprise and when they did, she soothed the bite with a slow suckle. Releasing him, she thrust back into Ron, who grunted in appreciation.
"Please, Hermione, let me come. Let me make you come," he begged as he tried to reach for her clit by going between her right hip and Harry's left one.
"No! Don't you dare!" she warned him. His arm snapped back and he whined piteously but kept thrusting.
"Harry...," she teased his gaze back to hers. When she saw she had his attention, she raised herself off of him slightly. She looked down between their bodies to his cock, which was being knocked into his lower abdomen with each of Ron's thrusts, then to Ron's balls as they slapped against her. Above her Harry groaned and she knew he'd followed her example.
"Do you want me, Harry?" she asked again, this time in a whisper near his ear as she lowered herself back down on him again. He'd thrown his head back, clenched his eyes shut and was gritting his teeth. She pushed herself forward the slightest bit and licked from the notch in his chest up to his chin. "Harry... fuck me."
Finally he broke and let loose an animalistic cry. He raised his head up and gave her such a look of fury and anger she knew she'd never forget it.
"Do you want me, Harry?" she repeated one more time, for good measure.
"YES! Damn it, yes, I want you more than I want my next breath! Oh, God...." He let his head drop back to the mattress.
"Then take me," she said softly as Ron resumed his thrusting and moaned behind her. Before she had a chance to do anything else, Harry's right hand was on her hip raising her up and the other positioning his cock at her entrance. Looking straight into her eyes, he put both hands on her hips and pulled her down on him.
All three of them groaned simultaneously; Ron more from the thought of the whole thing, and Harry because he was finally getting some stimulation. But she was finally right where she wanted to be. Bliss was a word she'd never understood before, but now had a tangible definition for.
Also, I need a trio icon.
She'd been afraid it would happen, but Harry's outright refusal to join her and Ron in the bedroom, along with his obvious displeasure, surprised her. He'd stalked angrily out of the restaurant to start what she was sure would turn into a sulk of huge proportions. Ron had started to follow, but she stopped him. It'd been her idea, she'd been the one to ask, and she was the one who'd have to sort it all out.
Thinking on it through the next few weeks, she decided that Harry's problem wasn't with a threesome, wasn't with being with another man or anything of that sort. His problem was with her. She couldn't place a finger on how she knew that or be sure of what the problem was, but she thought it had to do with his innate politeness. He'd always treated her like a lady, from day one of their aquaintance to the present. He'd done his fair share of arguing with her and joining Ron in poking fun at her, but he still treated her with the utmost repect. She knew Harry couldn't imagine her sleeping with Ron, much less fucking her himself.
Once she'd figured out the problem, it didn't take long to figure out a solution. She was a smart woman who knew what she wanted and she wasn't going to let some old-fashioned good manners get in her way. The hard part was going to be getting her accomplice and her subject to play their parts.
She'd been right; Harry had sulked for days, avoiding her and Ron to the point of absurdity. It was even worse considering they shared a house and had to see each other constantly. He'd done the only thing he could do--started sleeping in the day. Since she and Ron worked in the day, this left Harry free of his roommates during the night as they slept. This also left Hermione with the perfect chance to put her plans to the test.
It was simple, really. All she had to do was sneak herself and Ron into Harry's bedroom without waking him on a day they'd both taken off from work. Considering she'd put silencing spells to good use, it was very easy to accomplish.
Completely naked, she positioned herself over Harry's boxer-clad body and woke him. His gaze immediately locked on hers. She laid down on top of him and let her legs straddle his, opening herself to him. The feel of his boxers against her wet lips was strange and arousing at the same time. Instead of caressing and getting as close to him as possible, she held herself off of his body the slightest fraction with her elbows. She broke her gaze to look at his lips, which he promptly wet with his tongue, then glanced behind her at Ron. He was naked except for his boxers as well, waiting for a signal from her.
"Get over here, Ron," she ordered in the tone of voice reserved for this type of scenario. He complied quickly, only pausing to remove his shorts. His cock was a scorching red thing, standing proudly from his body and begging for attention. As he moved up behind her, she turned back toward Harry. He was breathing heavily and starting to perspire, which was good. It made her want to lick every inch of his glistening skin, but she restrained herself. She had to do this the right way.
"How do you want me, Hermione?" Ron asked from over her shoulder where he knelt, poised to do her bidding. She didn't have to think, just reach back to hand him the bottle of lube.
He knew her well enough that he didn't hesitate at all, other than to squeeze some gel onto his hands, which he then smoothed onto his straining cock. She turned around to make sure he did no more than necessary; he had a tendency to be a bit too self-indulgent at times, which she'd had trouble breaking him of. Satisfied that he was keeping in line when he started kissing and caressing her back, she turned back to Harry and let their gazes lock again. He silently pleaded for her to put an end to this, but she ignored him.
Ron chose that moment to start his work. He was extremely good at this; she'd taught him how she liked to play the game very well. Her eyes closed of their own accord when he entered her with one finger, thrusting in and out a couple of times. When she'd gotten control of herself enough to open her eyes again, Harry was staring at her as if he'd never seen her before. The wild look on his face made her want him more than ever and every muscle in her body clenched in an excited shudder.
Behind her Ron groaned when she tightened around his finger and left sloppy, wet kisses up and down her spine as he continued thrusting his finger in and out slowly. When he added another finger and sped up the tiniest fraction, she couldn't control the groan that escaped her lips. Harry struggled for a moment to free himself, but thought better of it when she glared at him pointedly. His hair was sticking to his forehead and he had that odd look about his eyes that she'd only seen when he was in the midst of something that caught his imagination and passion. She'd never seen that expression aimed at her before.
The feeling of fresh lube and a third finger jolted her out of her thoughts. It was impossible not to see what she was doing to Harry, but she couldn't concentrate on him when Ron's actions were starting to become so mind-consuming. All she could think of was the feeling of the now-warm gel and the fingers scissoring in and out of her.
Ron withdrew his fingers and jostled the bed as he moved up closer to her and entered her with one smooth, slow thrust. The things he'd been doing with his fingers had felt good, but his cock was unbelievable. Her eyes closed again and she consciously let out a panting groan as every inch of her body caught fire.
Underneath her, pressed up against her clit, she felt Harry's cock jump and harden even more through the thin material that seperated them. Opening her eyes again, she didn't glance away from his unbelieving eyes as she spoke.
"You're not to come till I've come, Ron, do you hear me?" The man behind her groaned in frustration. He knew as well as she did that she wouldn't come from anal intercourse alone. When they'd played around with it before, she'd only climaxed with the dual penetration of his cock and a vibrator. "You're not to come till I've come three times," she answered, still staring Harry straight in the eyes.
It was time to have a little fun, since Ron could go for a while and Harry obviously wasn't going anywhere. She pointed her tongue out and let it drag along Harry's chest with every thrust Ron made. His accelerated breathing let her know it was having its desired affect.
"Do I feel good, Ron?"
"Oh, God, yes," he groaned. Harry whimpered.
"Faster, Ron. Fuck me harder and faster," she commanded, watching as Harry's eyes widened and flitted back to Ron and then to her again. He was having trouble reconciling this woman with the everyday woman he knew. Ron's efforts didn't go unrewarded; he pushed her into Harry's cock harder, which bumped her clit with every thrust. Her body started humming and she knew she was close. She lowered herself down onto Harry's chest a little more and the increased contact set off a powerfully intense orgasm.
Most of the time she tried to keep herself quiet when she came, but not tonight. She wanted Harry to be totally at her mercy and the only way she was going to accomplish that was by pulling out all the stops. When she opened her eyes again, he was sweating more heavily and it was starting to run down in his eyes. He blinked furiously as he glanced back at Ron, who was still pumping away, though his rhythm was starting to lag and slow a little as he neared his breaking point.
"Ohh, please... let me come...," he begged as he gave her a particularly powerful thrust. She ignored him like she always did. She liked to hear him beg and he was only just getting started.
"Do you want me, Harry?" she asked the man she was lying upon. He held his breath for a split second and then resumed his panting but didn't answer. "Do you want me?" she demanded again, knowing he wasn't going to answer while he had any control at all over his body.
Lowering all of her weight to rest upon him, she reached underneath him and started tugging at his boxers. Terror flickered across his face like lightning.
"Please... don't do this," he begged in a throaty voice. She didn't even slow her actions.
"Stop for a minute, Ron," she ordered. When he complied and pulled out a second later, she lifted herself off of Harry with her knees on either side of his narrow hips and pulled his boxers down just enough to let his erection escape. Trapping it between them, she laid back down on top of him, letting most of her weight rest on her elbows.
"Can I...," Ron asked, his cock brushing up against her ass before she'd had a chance to get settled much.
"Yes, you may." Harry's eyes closed when she grunted as Ron thrust back inside her, much more forcefully than before. He wouldn't be able to last much longer-- neither of them would.
Hovering over Harry, she felt every inch of her body. Sweat rolled down her scalp and on her chest where it was pressed against him. She again dragged her tongue up his chest and savored the way he gasped in an attempt to suppress a moan.
"Do you want me?" she asked again, knowing he was near the point of desperation.
He whimpered in response; his control was wavering.
"Do you want me, Harry?" she said, infusing her voice with every ounce of determination and demand she could muster. This time he closed his eyes and bit then released his bottom lip.
Stretching herself so far forward that it almost pulled Ron out of her, she grabbed the lip he'd just bitten and bit it herself. Harry's eyes flew open in surprise and when they did, she soothed the bite with a slow suckle. Releasing him, she thrust back into Ron, who grunted in appreciation.
"Please, Hermione, let me come. Let me make you come," he begged as he tried to reach for her clit by going between her right hip and Harry's left one.
"No! Don't you dare!" she warned him. His arm snapped back and he whined piteously but kept thrusting.
"Harry...," she teased his gaze back to hers. When she saw she had his attention, she raised herself off of him slightly. She looked down between their bodies to his cock, which was being knocked into his lower abdomen with each of Ron's thrusts, then to Ron's balls as they slapped against her. Above her Harry groaned and she knew he'd followed her example.
"Do you want me, Harry?" she asked again, this time in a whisper near his ear as she lowered herself back down on him again. He'd thrown his head back, clenched his eyes shut and was gritting his teeth. She pushed herself forward the slightest bit and licked from the notch in his chest up to his chin. "Harry... fuck me."
Finally he broke and let loose an animalistic cry. He raised his head up and gave her such a look of fury and anger she knew she'd never forget it.
"Do you want me, Harry?" she repeated one more time, for good measure.
"YES! Damn it, yes, I want you more than I want my next breath! Oh, God...." He let his head drop back to the mattress.
"Then take me," she said softly as Ron resumed his thrusting and moaned behind her. Before she had a chance to do anything else, Harry's right hand was on her hip raising her up and the other positioning his cock at her entrance. Looking straight into her eyes, he put both hands on her hips and pulled her down on him.
All three of them groaned simultaneously; Ron more from the thought of the whole thing, and Harry because he was finally getting some stimulation. But she was finally right where she wanted to be. Bliss was a word she'd never understood before, but now had a tangible definition for.
Also, I need a trio icon.