"The Minx", Hermione/Ginny, NC-17
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traintracksTitle: The Minx
Author:traintracks
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny (Hermione/Ron, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Ginny implied)
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,085
Warnings: brief mention of incest, passing someone around
A/N: I wrote this for the wonderfultorino10154's Blowjob Friday 2012! In some ways this was inspired by her very own Ginny/brothers story, "There Are Seven Days in a Week": http://torino10154.insanejournal.com/5500.html#cutid1 which is so wrongly hot, it'll make you sweat buckets -- as well as my own fantasy of dressing Hermione up like Marlene Dietrich. This is so PWP. Don't look for a plot. You'll never find one.
A gay club was Hermione's favorite place to have sex with Ginny Potter. Specifically those places that catered to all the ravenous boys. Hermione liked to put on her best black suit, no blouse, sharp heels and bring a dolled-up Ginny on a Saturday night. Saturdays were her night. She didn't care what Harry or Ron did with her on theirs. Saturdays, Ginny was all hers.
She'd get her a little tipsy on tequila, drag her out on the dance floor, grind to the bass, keep her held close in her thin little dress – whisper dirty things in her ear.
They'd wind up in the men's room, Hermione dragging Ginny along by the hand.
"Not here. It's so dirty in here," Ginny would whine.
"Yes here," Hermione would tell her. "Because I want you a little dirty."
She'd drag her into a stall, push her down, and unzip her trousers. She'd pull it out – long, perpetually hard, already buzzing. She'd watch Ginny's eyes go dark with want.
"Suck my dick, sweetheart," Hermione would say and watch her tender girl go to it.
Ginny was a phenomenal cock-sucker. Hermione could feel the eager bob of her head, how it bumped the vibrating double-headed into her clit with each pass and moved the other end inside of her. And then it was like Ginny's mouth was in her, all around her, suffocating her with its heat. She'd thrust, opening her own jacket enough to bare a nipple to tweak herself.
Ginny would take it deep.
"God, your mouth…" Hermione would sigh.
Too soon it would be time to fuck her. Hermione would drag her up, spin her round, hike her dress up and slip it in from behind. There was always a delightful squishing sound. And then Hermione would thrust, turn the vibes all the way up, watch how her soft, pale ass would jiggle with the pounding. She'd want in there, too. Later…
The goal for now was to get Ginny to come so hard it dripped down her thighs. Ginny loved the vibrations. Hermione could have her crying for it in minutes. Then she'd draw her wand, cast a spell on her hungry clit, and stroke Ginny's hair while she convulsed.
"My dirty-sweet girl," Hermione would praise. She'd stroked a finger up one quivering inner thigh and lick off the wet.
Then she'd drag her cock out of Ginny's heat, turn her around, take one moment to enjoy the splash of color on her freckled cheeks, then Disapparate.
They just needed a bed now – didn't matter whose. As long as there were no boys in it. Usually Ginny's place. Harry worked so bloody late, even on a Saturday.
They'd do it in the marriage bed then. But this time it'd be Hermione's turn to come.
She'd ease the dildo out of her own gripping cunt, moaning a little. She'd kick the heels from her aching feet, strip the trousers off, open the jacket, and lie back. She'd demand to see Ginny's breasts first – those heavy, apple-sized moons of flesh with their tightened peachy buds for nipples. Hermione loved to watch them move when Ginny fucked herself on Hermione's fingers.
But not yet.
First, she had to earn it all over again.
"Eat me out, love."
Ginny would crawl between her legs, part her lips, the dark wet curls, and lave slowly over Hermione's sex.
Did she say that Ginny was a phenomenal cock-sucker? It was nothing compared to how she ate pussy. She knew to start slow, keep Hermione's cunt nice and warm with her breath, only zero in on the clitoris when Hermione took a fistful of hair and growled for it.
Hermione would buck into her face, and Ginny would lap it up like cream.
When she lifted her mouth, it would be to beg, "Please, 'Mione. Please."
"What do you want, sweetheart?" But Hermione would know. A finger up her bum while she touched herself. It was Ginny's favorite thing, her proven kink. "Tell me and I might do it." They both loved the tease, the threat of denial.
"Would you…put your finger in me…?"
"Where?"
"Up my…arse?" The crazy blush.
"You want me to fuck your pretty bottom?"
Ginny would nod.
Hermione would slick her index finger – just the one, because Ginny liked to beg to be filled – and she'd point it up from her own crotch and crook it in a 'c'mere'. "Ride it," she'd say.
Breathless, Ginny would scramble up, dress still on, gathered in one hand at her waist. Hermione would get to ogle the fiery curls between her legs, the shine of her juice. Then Ginny would position herself, close her eyes, and slowly sit on Hermione's finger.
Then she'd grind. "Oh God…" And her breasts would sway where they spilled over the top of the dress, and Hermione would marvel at the shear finger-breaking tightness of her.
"Pluck them," Hermione would tell her and watch Ginny's trembling fingers go at her tits, the dress falling uselessly to her hips. She'd push the finger deep up her arse, fucking up as Ginny shoved down, head fallen back.
"Oh, more!" Ginny would plead. Hermione would make her wait another minute or so, because she liked to watch Ginny speed up and try to get what she needed that way.
But eventually it was time for the wand.
Hermione would call the charm, and she'd watch Ginny's eyes snap open as the magic filled her – as it got big and thick and long and almost impossible but not quite, and Ginny would wail, "Oh FUCK!" And then she'd be full, so full, and she'd ride it hard, face scrunched in almost-pain.
She wouldn't last long, a hand descended between her legs to rub gracelessly at her clit, and she'd come screaming Hermione's name.
They'd rest then, flung on the bed like they'd been spelled there. Legs wound between one another's, sweat-slicked, both of them hoarse from coming so loud.
They might sleep until Harry came back. They might wreck the kitchen cupboards for food, starved for more than each other. Hermione might leave for the comfort of home, Ron's arms coming around her in sleep. Or she might stay and they might shower together and hum soft under the spray at how divine their bodies felt.
Or Ginny might just lift her head from Hermione's shoulder and smile shyly.
And Hermione might say, "You want to suck it again, don't you?"
And Ginny, the minx, might nod.
Author:
traintracksPairing: Hermione/Ginny (Hermione/Ron, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Ginny implied)
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,085
Warnings: brief mention of incest, passing someone around
A/N: I wrote this for the wonderful
torino10154's Blowjob Friday 2012! In some ways this was inspired by her very own Ginny/brothers story, "There Are Seven Days in a Week": http://torino10154.insanejournal.com/5500.html#cutid1 which is so wrongly hot, it'll make you sweat buckets -- as well as my own fantasy of dressing Hermione up like Marlene Dietrich. This is so PWP. Don't look for a plot. You'll never find one.A gay club was Hermione's favorite place to have sex with Ginny Potter. Specifically those places that catered to all the ravenous boys. Hermione liked to put on her best black suit, no blouse, sharp heels and bring a dolled-up Ginny on a Saturday night. Saturdays were her night. She didn't care what Harry or Ron did with her on theirs. Saturdays, Ginny was all hers.
She'd get her a little tipsy on tequila, drag her out on the dance floor, grind to the bass, keep her held close in her thin little dress – whisper dirty things in her ear.
They'd wind up in the men's room, Hermione dragging Ginny along by the hand.
"Not here. It's so dirty in here," Ginny would whine.
"Yes here," Hermione would tell her. "Because I want you a little dirty."
She'd drag her into a stall, push her down, and unzip her trousers. She'd pull it out – long, perpetually hard, already buzzing. She'd watch Ginny's eyes go dark with want.
"Suck my dick, sweetheart," Hermione would say and watch her tender girl go to it.
Ginny was a phenomenal cock-sucker. Hermione could feel the eager bob of her head, how it bumped the vibrating double-headed into her clit with each pass and moved the other end inside of her. And then it was like Ginny's mouth was in her, all around her, suffocating her with its heat. She'd thrust, opening her own jacket enough to bare a nipple to tweak herself.
Ginny would take it deep.
"God, your mouth…" Hermione would sigh.
Too soon it would be time to fuck her. Hermione would drag her up, spin her round, hike her dress up and slip it in from behind. There was always a delightful squishing sound. And then Hermione would thrust, turn the vibes all the way up, watch how her soft, pale ass would jiggle with the pounding. She'd want in there, too. Later…
The goal for now was to get Ginny to come so hard it dripped down her thighs. Ginny loved the vibrations. Hermione could have her crying for it in minutes. Then she'd draw her wand, cast a spell on her hungry clit, and stroke Ginny's hair while she convulsed.
"My dirty-sweet girl," Hermione would praise. She'd stroked a finger up one quivering inner thigh and lick off the wet.
Then she'd drag her cock out of Ginny's heat, turn her around, take one moment to enjoy the splash of color on her freckled cheeks, then Disapparate.
They just needed a bed now – didn't matter whose. As long as there were no boys in it. Usually Ginny's place. Harry worked so bloody late, even on a Saturday.
They'd do it in the marriage bed then. But this time it'd be Hermione's turn to come.
She'd ease the dildo out of her own gripping cunt, moaning a little. She'd kick the heels from her aching feet, strip the trousers off, open the jacket, and lie back. She'd demand to see Ginny's breasts first – those heavy, apple-sized moons of flesh with their tightened peachy buds for nipples. Hermione loved to watch them move when Ginny fucked herself on Hermione's fingers.
But not yet.
First, she had to earn it all over again.
"Eat me out, love."
Ginny would crawl between her legs, part her lips, the dark wet curls, and lave slowly over Hermione's sex.
Did she say that Ginny was a phenomenal cock-sucker? It was nothing compared to how she ate pussy. She knew to start slow, keep Hermione's cunt nice and warm with her breath, only zero in on the clitoris when Hermione took a fistful of hair and growled for it.
Hermione would buck into her face, and Ginny would lap it up like cream.
When she lifted her mouth, it would be to beg, "Please, 'Mione. Please."
"What do you want, sweetheart?" But Hermione would know. A finger up her bum while she touched herself. It was Ginny's favorite thing, her proven kink. "Tell me and I might do it." They both loved the tease, the threat of denial.
"Would you…put your finger in me…?"
"Where?"
"Up my…arse?" The crazy blush.
"You want me to fuck your pretty bottom?"
Ginny would nod.
Hermione would slick her index finger – just the one, because Ginny liked to beg to be filled – and she'd point it up from her own crotch and crook it in a 'c'mere'. "Ride it," she'd say.
Breathless, Ginny would scramble up, dress still on, gathered in one hand at her waist. Hermione would get to ogle the fiery curls between her legs, the shine of her juice. Then Ginny would position herself, close her eyes, and slowly sit on Hermione's finger.
Then she'd grind. "Oh God…" And her breasts would sway where they spilled over the top of the dress, and Hermione would marvel at the shear finger-breaking tightness of her.
"Pluck them," Hermione would tell her and watch Ginny's trembling fingers go at her tits, the dress falling uselessly to her hips. She'd push the finger deep up her arse, fucking up as Ginny shoved down, head fallen back.
"Oh, more!" Ginny would plead. Hermione would make her wait another minute or so, because she liked to watch Ginny speed up and try to get what she needed that way.
But eventually it was time for the wand.
Hermione would call the charm, and she'd watch Ginny's eyes snap open as the magic filled her – as it got big and thick and long and almost impossible but not quite, and Ginny would wail, "Oh FUCK!" And then she'd be full, so full, and she'd ride it hard, face scrunched in almost-pain.
She wouldn't last long, a hand descended between her legs to rub gracelessly at her clit, and she'd come screaming Hermione's name.
They'd rest then, flung on the bed like they'd been spelled there. Legs wound between one another's, sweat-slicked, both of them hoarse from coming so loud.
They might sleep until Harry came back. They might wreck the kitchen cupboards for food, starved for more than each other. Hermione might leave for the comfort of home, Ron's arms coming around her in sleep. Or she might stay and they might shower together and hum soft under the spray at how divine their bodies felt.
Or Ginny might just lift her head from Hermione's shoulder and smile shyly.
And Hermione might say, "You want to suck it again, don't you?"
And Ginny, the minx, might nod.
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Date: 2012-11-24 05:12 pm (UTC)Thank you!!!