Day 4 - Chocolate [Hermione/Ron]
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hp_may_madnessTitle: Chocolate
Characters or Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Word Count:1519 words
Rating: Nc-17
Challenge: #4 - food smut
Author's Notes: Day four and I made it, the forth installment of my ficlet series.
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.
Hermione was sitting next to Ron, doing her Potions homework, when Ginny ran through the common room, looking quite upset. Ron was occupied reading a quidditch magazine --when in real life he should have been studying-- and wasn’t aware of his sister, not that Hermione thought he would ever notice such things.
“I have to see Ginny for a second,” Hermione told her boyfriend, who barely grunted as she rose from the floor. Hermione rolled her eyes as she left him, not fully understanding why she bothered staying with him.
Ginny was laying face down on her bed, hulking. “What’s the matter?” Hermione asked as she sat down next to Ginny, placing a comfortable hand on her shoulder. GInny didn’t reply at once, so Hermione waited, letting her decide when the right moment was.
After a few minutes, once the crying had mostly stopped Ginny turned around. “What’s wrong?” Hermione asked as she moved a few strands of Ginny’s hair away from her face.
“Have you ever done something you knew was wrong, and then ended up hurting someone that could who cared about you?”
“I can’t remember right now, but I’m sure I have.” She wondered who GInny might have hurt, knowing it couldn’t be Harry seeing as he was in the common room the entire night. “Do you want to talk about it?” For a second it looked as if she wanted to, but then she shook her head and looked away.
“I need to talk with Luna, she knows what I have to do.” While Hermione wasn’t hurt by Ginny’s decision to talk with Luna, she was slightly sad by the fact that she couldn’t help.
“Let me know if there is anything I can do, okay?” Ginny smiled and nodded, then thanked her before leaving the room.
Hermione returned to her schoolbooks, expecting to find Ron sitting in the same position, only to be surprised by finding his spot empty. Confused she scanned the room, wondering if he’d moved over to the chessboard, only to find two first years practicing.
“Hermione,” a familiar voice called, pulling her attention towards the stairs which lead to the boys room. Ron was standing there, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his hair as messy as it always was, and with a grin that made her wonder what he had done.
Curious to see why he looked as pleased as he did she walked to him. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, smiling softly as he offered her his hand. Hermione stared at it before accepting, know sure what to expect of her boyfriend.
He lead her into his room, as she expected, but what she hadn’t anticipated was the lit candles, or the soft music in the background. “What’s this?” she asked.
“It’s our third month anniversary,” he said, not sounding disappointed.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot.”
“Don’t worry, I know you’ve been occupied with your homework,” he smiled, and kissed her softly. “But now it’s time for you to relax. I’ve told the guys to wait a few hours, so we won’t be interrupted anytime soon.”
“How sweet of you.” She kissed him back, giving him a longer kiss to let him know just how much she appreciated him. He then leaded her to his bed, and sat down next to her. “Did you put this together all by yourself?” she asked as she noticed the strawberries and drinks, knowing someone must have helped him.
“Well, I did ask a few girls about what they might consider romantic, seeing as I wasn’t sure if muggles did things the same way as we do them, but I did all the dirty work.” She smiled, knowing that even if he rarely paid attention to her during the days he did care deeply about her.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he replied, kissing her once more before reaching for the glasses on his nightstand. “It’s champagne, not sure if you like it, but the others said it’s great with the strawberries.”
“It’s perfect.” The drink tingled on her tongue, the fruity taste reminding her of the last time she tasted champagne, at a wedding. He then continued to romance her by dipping the strawberries in melted chocolate before feeding her. She loved being pampered, especially because Ron hadn’t done anything like it before.
Once her glass was empty he poured her another one, and another one, until the bottle was empty. She knew she was slightly drunk as her body was warm, and she struggled to think straight, but for some reason she didn’t care, not when Ron kept kissing her neck, sending tingles through her body. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into her ear, nibbling slightly on her earlobe. Hermione struggled to reply as his words made her feel like a mess, instead she kissed him, hoping he didn’t mind her lack of words.
Ron reached for another strawberry, dipping it in chocolate and bringing it to Hermione’s lips, but before she had the chance to eat it a few drops of chocolate fell on top of her breast. Ron looked mesmerized by the the drop, and before she could think she watched him stick out his tongue and lick the chocolate. Normally it would have made her tell him to behave, but under the influence of the champagne, and the romantic evening, she found it to be the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. She moaned as she felt his wet tongue swipe across her skin, sending chills through her body.
She was disappointed when the chocolate was gone, not wanting it to end so soon. Deciding to do something she would never do while sober, she took the strawberry from his fingers, and touched the chocolate covered tip on her other breast. He looked surprised, but it wouldn’t be long before a deep groan escaped his throat as he eagerly licked the chocolate. As his tongue was occupied with one breast, he let his hand take care of the other, squeeze it lightly through the layers of fabric, loving the softness.
As he was done the second time she ran the strawberry against her breast a third time. “Fuck, do you know what this is doing to me?” he asked before sucking at the chocolate, rougher than the first two times. Hermione moaned, loving every second of it, wanting to feel far more, but knowing it was best to wait until they were alone.
The fourth time she smeared chocolate on herself Ron looked as if he’d completely lost it. Positioning himself between her legs he sucked and bit her breast, his hand pushing down the top and bra of the second breast, teasing her already hard nipple. When the chocolate was gone he moved his lips over to the exposed breast, sucking and licking as if it was covered with chocolate. After a minute where his attention was pointed towards her soft breast, he stopped, but only to dip another strawberry in chocolate, only to smear it on her breast. She knew that under any normal circumstance she would never have let him see her chest, but all she could think of right then was the curse of having so many layers of clothing on. He managed to pull down the clothes which hid her other breast, before continuing to cover it in melted chocolate. Hermione watched him carefully, loving the delicate way he painted her with the dessert, wondering if they would ever do something similar again.
Once he was done he set out on a mission to clear her breasts of the chocolate, his tongue leaving a wet trail across her chest, her breasts moving softly as his mouth eagerly cleaned them. Finding it difficult to simply lie there she moved her fingers through his hair, guiding him slightly every time she wanted more, or less. He didn’t seem to mind her taking charge, and she discovered she loved being in command.
It wasn’t long after Ron was done licking the chocolate that they heard a knock on the door. “Fuck,” Ron said and looked at the time, his eyes growing in size as he discovered they had been playing for far longer than expected. “I’m sorry,” he told Hermione, who was occupied covering her breasts.
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” she smiled, kissing him lightly on his lips.
“Do you think that we could do this again?” he asked, sounding less confident than before.
Hermione loved the feeling of him licking her chest, and wanted it to happen again, but she wasn’t sure if it would while they were still at school, or if she would let him while they were sober. “Maybe,” she replied, knowing it wasn’t a complete lie.
“I love you so much,” he said and kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth, playing with hers until her mind once again became a mush. Eventually they managed to pull themselves apart, and before anything else happened between them she left, hoping the other boys weren’t aware of what had happened that night between herself and Ron.
Characters or Pairing: Hermione/Ron
Word Count:1519 words
Rating: Nc-17
Challenge: #4 - food smut
Author's Notes: Day four and I made it, the forth installment of my ficlet series.
Summary: A series of four relationships, each chapter dedicated to one relationship and a kinky situation inspired by the prompts hp-may-madness.
Hermione was sitting next to Ron, doing her Potions homework, when Ginny ran through the common room, looking quite upset. Ron was occupied reading a quidditch magazine --when in real life he should have been studying-- and wasn’t aware of his sister, not that Hermione thought he would ever notice such things.
“I have to see Ginny for a second,” Hermione told her boyfriend, who barely grunted as she rose from the floor. Hermione rolled her eyes as she left him, not fully understanding why she bothered staying with him.
Ginny was laying face down on her bed, hulking. “What’s the matter?” Hermione asked as she sat down next to Ginny, placing a comfortable hand on her shoulder. GInny didn’t reply at once, so Hermione waited, letting her decide when the right moment was.
After a few minutes, once the crying had mostly stopped Ginny turned around. “What’s wrong?” Hermione asked as she moved a few strands of Ginny’s hair away from her face.
“Have you ever done something you knew was wrong, and then ended up hurting someone that could who cared about you?”
“I can’t remember right now, but I’m sure I have.” She wondered who GInny might have hurt, knowing it couldn’t be Harry seeing as he was in the common room the entire night. “Do you want to talk about it?” For a second it looked as if she wanted to, but then she shook her head and looked away.
“I need to talk with Luna, she knows what I have to do.” While Hermione wasn’t hurt by Ginny’s decision to talk with Luna, she was slightly sad by the fact that she couldn’t help.
“Let me know if there is anything I can do, okay?” Ginny smiled and nodded, then thanked her before leaving the room.
Hermione returned to her schoolbooks, expecting to find Ron sitting in the same position, only to be surprised by finding his spot empty. Confused she scanned the room, wondering if he’d moved over to the chessboard, only to find two first years practicing.
“Hermione,” a familiar voice called, pulling her attention towards the stairs which lead to the boys room. Ron was standing there, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his hair as messy as it always was, and with a grin that made her wonder what he had done.
Curious to see why he looked as pleased as he did she walked to him. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, smiling softly as he offered her his hand. Hermione stared at it before accepting, know sure what to expect of her boyfriend.
He lead her into his room, as she expected, but what she hadn’t anticipated was the lit candles, or the soft music in the background. “What’s this?” she asked.
“It’s our third month anniversary,” he said, not sounding disappointed.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot.”
“Don’t worry, I know you’ve been occupied with your homework,” he smiled, and kissed her softly. “But now it’s time for you to relax. I’ve told the guys to wait a few hours, so we won’t be interrupted anytime soon.”
“How sweet of you.” She kissed him back, giving him a longer kiss to let him know just how much she appreciated him. He then leaded her to his bed, and sat down next to her. “Did you put this together all by yourself?” she asked as she noticed the strawberries and drinks, knowing someone must have helped him.
“Well, I did ask a few girls about what they might consider romantic, seeing as I wasn’t sure if muggles did things the same way as we do them, but I did all the dirty work.” She smiled, knowing that even if he rarely paid attention to her during the days he did care deeply about her.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he replied, kissing her once more before reaching for the glasses on his nightstand. “It’s champagne, not sure if you like it, but the others said it’s great with the strawberries.”
“It’s perfect.” The drink tingled on her tongue, the fruity taste reminding her of the last time she tasted champagne, at a wedding. He then continued to romance her by dipping the strawberries in melted chocolate before feeding her. She loved being pampered, especially because Ron hadn’t done anything like it before.
Once her glass was empty he poured her another one, and another one, until the bottle was empty. She knew she was slightly drunk as her body was warm, and she struggled to think straight, but for some reason she didn’t care, not when Ron kept kissing her neck, sending tingles through her body. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into her ear, nibbling slightly on her earlobe. Hermione struggled to reply as his words made her feel like a mess, instead she kissed him, hoping he didn’t mind her lack of words.
Ron reached for another strawberry, dipping it in chocolate and bringing it to Hermione’s lips, but before she had the chance to eat it a few drops of chocolate fell on top of her breast. Ron looked mesmerized by the the drop, and before she could think she watched him stick out his tongue and lick the chocolate. Normally it would have made her tell him to behave, but under the influence of the champagne, and the romantic evening, she found it to be the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. She moaned as she felt his wet tongue swipe across her skin, sending chills through her body.
She was disappointed when the chocolate was gone, not wanting it to end so soon. Deciding to do something she would never do while sober, she took the strawberry from his fingers, and touched the chocolate covered tip on her other breast. He looked surprised, but it wouldn’t be long before a deep groan escaped his throat as he eagerly licked the chocolate. As his tongue was occupied with one breast, he let his hand take care of the other, squeeze it lightly through the layers of fabric, loving the softness.
As he was done the second time she ran the strawberry against her breast a third time. “Fuck, do you know what this is doing to me?” he asked before sucking at the chocolate, rougher than the first two times. Hermione moaned, loving every second of it, wanting to feel far more, but knowing it was best to wait until they were alone.
The fourth time she smeared chocolate on herself Ron looked as if he’d completely lost it. Positioning himself between her legs he sucked and bit her breast, his hand pushing down the top and bra of the second breast, teasing her already hard nipple. When the chocolate was gone he moved his lips over to the exposed breast, sucking and licking as if it was covered with chocolate. After a minute where his attention was pointed towards her soft breast, he stopped, but only to dip another strawberry in chocolate, only to smear it on her breast. She knew that under any normal circumstance she would never have let him see her chest, but all she could think of right then was the curse of having so many layers of clothing on. He managed to pull down the clothes which hid her other breast, before continuing to cover it in melted chocolate. Hermione watched him carefully, loving the delicate way he painted her with the dessert, wondering if they would ever do something similar again.
Once he was done he set out on a mission to clear her breasts of the chocolate, his tongue leaving a wet trail across her chest, her breasts moving softly as his mouth eagerly cleaned them. Finding it difficult to simply lie there she moved her fingers through his hair, guiding him slightly every time she wanted more, or less. He didn’t seem to mind her taking charge, and she discovered she loved being in command.
It wasn’t long after Ron was done licking the chocolate that they heard a knock on the door. “Fuck,” Ron said and looked at the time, his eyes growing in size as he discovered they had been playing for far longer than expected. “I’m sorry,” he told Hermione, who was occupied covering her breasts.
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” she smiled, kissing him lightly on his lips.
“Do you think that we could do this again?” he asked, sounding less confident than before.
Hermione loved the feeling of him licking her chest, and wanted it to happen again, but she wasn’t sure if it would while they were still at school, or if she would let him while they were sober. “Maybe,” she replied, knowing it wasn’t a complete lie.
“I love you so much,” he said and kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth, playing with hers until her mind once again became a mush. Eventually they managed to pull themselves apart, and before anything else happened between them she left, hoping the other boys weren’t aware of what had happened that night between herself and Ron.
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