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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,492
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Middles
Title: Middles
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, PWP
Warnings: Threesome, lite twincest, Anal
Summary: #2 – Middle(s). In the middle, she was in control
Word Count: 841 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. This drabble refers to my FW/HG/GW fic, ‘The Favor,’ but can also be read alone. Suggested by elawvu3.
Prompt 2 – Middles
The nice part, Hermione Granger, decided early on, was being in the middle of Fred and George Weasley. Logically, it made sense that she was in the middle of two, but it was best bit of logic to Hermione.
By being in the middle, she could have one Weasley twin attending to one side, and the other…well…logic.
Fred Weasley was before her as they lay in the middle of their bed, his lips teasing her own, tongues battling. She lay on her left side, her right leg draped over Fred’s hip, their bodies sliding against each other.
“So good…” a voice whispered from behind her body.
George Weasley grasped her waist as his body pressed tighter against her back.
Hermione groaned as George’s erection poked at her puckered petals, and Fred chuckled softly as the tip of his cock slipped into her core. Together, both men filled her, the excruciating slowness of their penetration causing Hermione to whine with frustration. Four arms held her firmly in place, and two faces pressed into her skin, kissing her throat, kissing the back of her shoulder.
George moved first, gently, sliding deeper into her, his breath coming out in gasps against her back. He was restraining the natural instinct of his lithe body to move, his hands clenching at the curve of her hip and the back of her hair.
Hermione held to Fred, curiously watching his face as he rose slightly to glance over her side to his identical self, blue eyes glimmering with desire. When George stretched to meet his brother’s gaze, Hermione choked as the angle shifted and George’s cock slid deeper into her fundament, disturbing the placement of Fred’s organ in her pussy.
Being in the middle, Hermione could watch the brothers smirk at each other, and then kiss…tongues tangling, blue eyes closing as lips danced and the sound of masculine hums emanated from their wide chests.
Hermione felt her belly clench at the sight, but as soon as her muscles contracted, the kiss broke and two sets of eyes gazed down at her. They had not forgotten about her…how could they ever forget their witch?
Fred jerked his hips, and all three whimpered. And so, the dance began, Hermione in the middle of what seemed to become a dance of death…an exquisite death from intense pleasure. Sweat, saliva, secretions, the twins moved on either side of her, manipulating her body so her voice was hoarse from cries, her body convulsing from repeated orgasms.
In the middle, she was dying, and being reborn every time her two lovers touched her, every time their voices rang out in praise of her body.
It had started as a series of favours, and had ended with blackmail. Between the two Weasley twins, they had concocted a plan to keep her in their bed as much as possible. In the middle, Hermione was doing Fred and George a favour by filling the gap in their desire.
George came first, as was expected, given his position, and he bit into Hermione’s shoulder to keep his desperate cry from filling the air around them. Hermione groaned at the slice of teeth into her skin, and held to Fred tighter, pulling his lips to hers as his hips arched up into her pussy. Fred grinned into the kiss, taking control of Hermione’s body since George had begun to pull away.
Hermione’s head felt as if it were full of water as Fred twisted her and she was suddenly riding him, her hips naturally colliding with his, his cock slipping deeper into her core…
“Do you like being in the middle, luv?” Fred asked in a strained whisper.
Hermione could not answer, her dazed eyes moving to George who was smirking at her, his arms raising, hands behind his ginger head. She whimpered as Fred’s fingers found her clit. Pushing her palms into Fred’s muscular chest for balance, she continued to ride.
“We’ve been thinking…of how long we want to share you, Hermione,” George continued.
Fred grasped her hips so that he could thrust upwards at a fast, more violent pace. She could tell he was close by the way he pressed his lips together, and the manner in which his ginger brows knotted…
“Could you…choose…between us?” Fred ground out, pulling Hermione down to him, his arms wrapping about her.
Hermione turned her face to focus on George as she came. Fred roared his completion, but did not let Hermione go.
To choose…it was impossible. She was selfish, she knew, as her climax-addled brain began to shut down. What had started out as a favour, had turned into something much more monstrous. She had to be in the middle…she had to have them both. She knew that if she were not in the middle, Fred and George Weasley could not be the ones who would bring out the all-consuming love she felt when she was lodged between warm bodies. There would be no choosing of one or the either, because in the middle, Hermione Granger was in control.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, PWP
Warnings: Threesome, lite twincest, Anal
Summary: #2 – Middle(s). In the middle, she was in control
Word Count: 841 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. This drabble refers to my FW/HG/GW fic, ‘The Favor,’ but can also be read alone. Suggested by elawvu3.
Prompt 2 – Middles
The nice part, Hermione Granger, decided early on, was being in the middle of Fred and George Weasley. Logically, it made sense that she was in the middle of two, but it was best bit of logic to Hermione.
By being in the middle, she could have one Weasley twin attending to one side, and the other…well…logic.
Fred Weasley was before her as they lay in the middle of their bed, his lips teasing her own, tongues battling. She lay on her left side, her right leg draped over Fred’s hip, their bodies sliding against each other.
“So good…” a voice whispered from behind her body.
George Weasley grasped her waist as his body pressed tighter against her back.
Hermione groaned as George’s erection poked at her puckered petals, and Fred chuckled softly as the tip of his cock slipped into her core. Together, both men filled her, the excruciating slowness of their penetration causing Hermione to whine with frustration. Four arms held her firmly in place, and two faces pressed into her skin, kissing her throat, kissing the back of her shoulder.
George moved first, gently, sliding deeper into her, his breath coming out in gasps against her back. He was restraining the natural instinct of his lithe body to move, his hands clenching at the curve of her hip and the back of her hair.
Hermione held to Fred, curiously watching his face as he rose slightly to glance over her side to his identical self, blue eyes glimmering with desire. When George stretched to meet his brother’s gaze, Hermione choked as the angle shifted and George’s cock slid deeper into her fundament, disturbing the placement of Fred’s organ in her pussy.
Being in the middle, Hermione could watch the brothers smirk at each other, and then kiss…tongues tangling, blue eyes closing as lips danced and the sound of masculine hums emanated from their wide chests.
Hermione felt her belly clench at the sight, but as soon as her muscles contracted, the kiss broke and two sets of eyes gazed down at her. They had not forgotten about her…how could they ever forget their witch?
Fred jerked his hips, and all three whimpered. And so, the dance began, Hermione in the middle of what seemed to become a dance of death…an exquisite death from intense pleasure. Sweat, saliva, secretions, the twins moved on either side of her, manipulating her body so her voice was hoarse from cries, her body convulsing from repeated orgasms.
In the middle, she was dying, and being reborn every time her two lovers touched her, every time their voices rang out in praise of her body.
It had started as a series of favours, and had ended with blackmail. Between the two Weasley twins, they had concocted a plan to keep her in their bed as much as possible. In the middle, Hermione was doing Fred and George a favour by filling the gap in their desire.
George came first, as was expected, given his position, and he bit into Hermione’s shoulder to keep his desperate cry from filling the air around them. Hermione groaned at the slice of teeth into her skin, and held to Fred tighter, pulling his lips to hers as his hips arched up into her pussy. Fred grinned into the kiss, taking control of Hermione’s body since George had begun to pull away.
Hermione’s head felt as if it were full of water as Fred twisted her and she was suddenly riding him, her hips naturally colliding with his, his cock slipping deeper into her core…
“Do you like being in the middle, luv?” Fred asked in a strained whisper.
Hermione could not answer, her dazed eyes moving to George who was smirking at her, his arms raising, hands behind his ginger head. She whimpered as Fred’s fingers found her clit. Pushing her palms into Fred’s muscular chest for balance, she continued to ride.
“We’ve been thinking…of how long we want to share you, Hermione,” George continued.
Fred grasped her hips so that he could thrust upwards at a fast, more violent pace. She could tell he was close by the way he pressed his lips together, and the manner in which his ginger brows knotted…
“Could you…choose…between us?” Fred ground out, pulling Hermione down to him, his arms wrapping about her.
Hermione turned her face to focus on George as she came. Fred roared his completion, but did not let Hermione go.
To choose…it was impossible. She was selfish, she knew, as her climax-addled brain began to shut down. What had started out as a favour, had turned into something much more monstrous. She had to be in the middle…she had to have them both. She knew that if she were not in the middle, Fred and George Weasley could not be the ones who would bring out the all-consuming love she felt when she was lodged between warm bodies. There would be no choosing of one or the either, because in the middle, Hermione Granger was in control.