Somewhere New
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Ron/Ginny
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Adult ++
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30,069
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2
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Somewhere New
This was my entry into ptterpr0nprmpts community over at lj. tit had to be less than 1500 words, and about a 'first time.'
Title: Somewhere New
Ship: Ron/Ginny
Warnings: Weasleycest
Word Count: 1074
A/N: none
“Come on,” Ginny encouraged her brother as she walked backwards into their parents’ bedroom, pulling him along by their clasped hands.
“I don’t know, Ginny,” Ron said worriedly, glancing around. “What if Mum or Dad come home, and need to go in their room?”
“Oh, Ron,” she said, rolling her eyes and giving him a mischievous smile. “That’s half the fun,” she told him before changing her direction so their fronts touched, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Besides,” she purred, “don’t you ever want to fuck somewhere other than one of our bedrooms?”
“More than you know,” he responded, easily giving in to her. He bent his head the short distance it took to meet her lips with his, and she returned the kiss with fervour. He took the lead, walking her backwards until they were both in the room and he had kicked the door shut behind him.
The two had been dancing around their sexual attraction for one another for years, until four months ago. On the second anniversary of the Final Battle, and Fred’s death, helped along by liberal amounts of firewhisky, they had given into their desires and never looked back. Since then, they continued shagging at every opportunity they had, which were few and far between, considering each of their jobs, their family and their friends. This was the first time they had had the house to themselves in nearly three weeks, and both of them planned to make the most of it, though Ron had assumed that their interlude would take place in one of their bedrooms like every other time in the past.
Ginny’s small hands reached down to rub Ron’s hardening cock through his trousers, and he broke their kiss to moan against her ear, his hot breath tickling the hair at the nape of her neck. “Fuck, I want you,” he groaned.
“Then take me,” she breathed, throwing her head back to give him better access to her neck. He licked the milky expanse of skin before attaching his mouth to a sensitive spot on her collarbone, one hand on her arse, the other sliding up between her shirt and skin. She whimpered at his touch, momentarily lost in the sensation before she remembered the task she had set out for herself: removing Ron’s trousers and pants.
He realised what she was doing and pulled away to quickly shuck off his clothing, while she did the same. She started to move towards him, but he quickly stopped her by pulling her to him, his hands on her bare arse, urging her to wrap her legs around him. She quickly complied, nibbling on his ear as he crossed the room and deposited her on Molly’s tidy bureau. He crashed his lips against hers in a needy kiss, and she moaned as their tongues danced.
His hands were still on her hips, tightly holding her in place, and she squirmed just a bit so he would loosen his grip somewhat. Her own hand went to his angry cock, lightly caressing the velvety flesh before giving it a squeeze. He broke the kiss and groaned into the crook of her neck, meeting his own heavily-lidded eyes in the mirror behind her.
Ron started to buck into her hand, moving one of his own from her hip to her apex, where the red curls that kept her modest, hiding her most private area from view, were damp with her arousal. He smoothed his fingers up and down her slit a couple of times before pressing inward, teasing her clit with his light touch and entered her with two fingers. She gasped at the slight intrusion, squeezing his shaft slightly tighter than before.
He removed her hand from him and grinned at her before he slowly descended her body, his lips caressing her soft skin, until his face was level with her pussy, where his fingers were still keeping a rhythm inside her. “I need you closer to the edge,” he said, looking up into her lust-filled gaze.
The double entendre did not slip past her, and while she gave him a knowing smirk, she didn’t say anything as she inched herself closer to the edge of the bureau, her legs draped over his shoulders. Her facial expression quickly changed while he watched every nuance of her ecstasy, his tongue running between her nether lips. He turned his full attention to his task, and she was soon coming undone around him, her thighs clenching around his head.
She had no chance to recover before he stood, and pulled her off the bureau with him. He turned her around, his cock trailing across her skin as she moved. She barely had a chance to brace herself against the mirror as she leaned over the bureau before he kicked her legs further apart and entered her roughly from behind. She swore loudly, dropping her head as she tried to control her breathing.
He pumped into her faster, then slower, all the while stimulating her clit as it mashed itself into the wooden piece of furniture with their movements. “Look into the mirror, Gin,” Ron rasped into her ear. “Watch me fuck your brains out. See how your tits bounce every time my cock impales you? We should have done this a long time ago.” She gave a breathy laugh as he stopped talking so he could lick up her neck, tasting her sweat, her hair sticking to her.
She had done what he had said, and looked into the mirror to watch their coupling. It was the most arousing thing she had ever seen, and she soon found her release, taking him with her. She collapsed forward onto the bureau, and he leaned against her, wrapping his strong arms around her.
“That was the most action this room has seen in quite a while,” the magical mirror observed from its place next to their heads, still slightly fogged from Ginny’s breath as well as smeared from her hands.
Underneath him, Ron could feel Ginny’s body start to shake, and he became concerned for her. Before he could say anything, though, she let out a huge laugh, unable to stop herself.
“How about next time we do this in the garden, underneath the stars. Or in dad’s shed. There’s no talking mirrors there,” Ron suggested, sending her into another fit of giggles, and letting out a chuckle of his own.
Title: Somewhere New
Ship: Ron/Ginny
Warnings: Weasleycest
Word Count: 1074
A/N: none
“Come on,” Ginny encouraged her brother as she walked backwards into their parents’ bedroom, pulling him along by their clasped hands.
“I don’t know, Ginny,” Ron said worriedly, glancing around. “What if Mum or Dad come home, and need to go in their room?”
“Oh, Ron,” she said, rolling her eyes and giving him a mischievous smile. “That’s half the fun,” she told him before changing her direction so their fronts touched, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Besides,” she purred, “don’t you ever want to fuck somewhere other than one of our bedrooms?”
“More than you know,” he responded, easily giving in to her. He bent his head the short distance it took to meet her lips with his, and she returned the kiss with fervour. He took the lead, walking her backwards until they were both in the room and he had kicked the door shut behind him.
The two had been dancing around their sexual attraction for one another for years, until four months ago. On the second anniversary of the Final Battle, and Fred’s death, helped along by liberal amounts of firewhisky, they had given into their desires and never looked back. Since then, they continued shagging at every opportunity they had, which were few and far between, considering each of their jobs, their family and their friends. This was the first time they had had the house to themselves in nearly three weeks, and both of them planned to make the most of it, though Ron had assumed that their interlude would take place in one of their bedrooms like every other time in the past.
Ginny’s small hands reached down to rub Ron’s hardening cock through his trousers, and he broke their kiss to moan against her ear, his hot breath tickling the hair at the nape of her neck. “Fuck, I want you,” he groaned.
“Then take me,” she breathed, throwing her head back to give him better access to her neck. He licked the milky expanse of skin before attaching his mouth to a sensitive spot on her collarbone, one hand on her arse, the other sliding up between her shirt and skin. She whimpered at his touch, momentarily lost in the sensation before she remembered the task she had set out for herself: removing Ron’s trousers and pants.
He realised what she was doing and pulled away to quickly shuck off his clothing, while she did the same. She started to move towards him, but he quickly stopped her by pulling her to him, his hands on her bare arse, urging her to wrap her legs around him. She quickly complied, nibbling on his ear as he crossed the room and deposited her on Molly’s tidy bureau. He crashed his lips against hers in a needy kiss, and she moaned as their tongues danced.
His hands were still on her hips, tightly holding her in place, and she squirmed just a bit so he would loosen his grip somewhat. Her own hand went to his angry cock, lightly caressing the velvety flesh before giving it a squeeze. He broke the kiss and groaned into the crook of her neck, meeting his own heavily-lidded eyes in the mirror behind her.
Ron started to buck into her hand, moving one of his own from her hip to her apex, where the red curls that kept her modest, hiding her most private area from view, were damp with her arousal. He smoothed his fingers up and down her slit a couple of times before pressing inward, teasing her clit with his light touch and entered her with two fingers. She gasped at the slight intrusion, squeezing his shaft slightly tighter than before.
He removed her hand from him and grinned at her before he slowly descended her body, his lips caressing her soft skin, until his face was level with her pussy, where his fingers were still keeping a rhythm inside her. “I need you closer to the edge,” he said, looking up into her lust-filled gaze.
The double entendre did not slip past her, and while she gave him a knowing smirk, she didn’t say anything as she inched herself closer to the edge of the bureau, her legs draped over his shoulders. Her facial expression quickly changed while he watched every nuance of her ecstasy, his tongue running between her nether lips. He turned his full attention to his task, and she was soon coming undone around him, her thighs clenching around his head.
She had no chance to recover before he stood, and pulled her off the bureau with him. He turned her around, his cock trailing across her skin as she moved. She barely had a chance to brace herself against the mirror as she leaned over the bureau before he kicked her legs further apart and entered her roughly from behind. She swore loudly, dropping her head as she tried to control her breathing.
He pumped into her faster, then slower, all the while stimulating her clit as it mashed itself into the wooden piece of furniture with their movements. “Look into the mirror, Gin,” Ron rasped into her ear. “Watch me fuck your brains out. See how your tits bounce every time my cock impales you? We should have done this a long time ago.” She gave a breathy laugh as he stopped talking so he could lick up her neck, tasting her sweat, her hair sticking to her.
She had done what he had said, and looked into the mirror to watch their coupling. It was the most arousing thing she had ever seen, and she soon found her release, taking him with her. She collapsed forward onto the bureau, and he leaned against her, wrapping his strong arms around her.
“That was the most action this room has seen in quite a while,” the magical mirror observed from its place next to their heads, still slightly fogged from Ginny’s breath as well as smeared from her hands.
Underneath him, Ron could feel Ginny’s body start to shake, and he became concerned for her. Before he could say anything, though, she let out a huge laugh, unable to stop herself.
“How about next time we do this in the garden, underneath the stars. Or in dad’s shed. There’s no talking mirrors there,” Ron suggested, sending her into another fit of giggles, and letting out a chuckle of his own.