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Your Name

Summary:

Can Ron even remember his name?

Well Hermione wants to remind him, and she's going to take her time.

Notes:

Posted to the HP Horny Jail Fest. Prompt: Hermione rides Ron, and she tells him she can spell his name while fucking him.

Sorry to the mods for submitting it so late, really wish I was able to get this done sooner.

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“We are so good at this, Ron,” Hermione panted between shaky breaths. Ron collapsed beside her, breathless. He nodded his agreement unseen to Hermione’s closed eyes and noted the smile on her face. Job well done once again. As their breathing slowed down, Hermione turned to her side and reached Ron's far hand with her own and squeezed it. She rested her head on his shoulder, and she realised that she was close enough to kiss his cheek. So she did. As he held her back, Hermione brought their hands back in front of her face and admired the light that reflected off her ring as it shone against her tan skin. “Do you not agree?” She bit his shoulder, knowing he was actually quite fond of being marked. She had built a habit of gifting him little nibbles as often as she could . She licked around her bite, smiling as he drew in a sharp breath to answer. 

 

“I agree that I’m quite good at it, yeah”, he couldn’t resist.



When he heard her muffled question, his first instinct was to rile her up. If she had asked with her soft, timid, high-pitched voice that she often used to get favours out of him, he would drop down to his knees and beseech that he be forgiven for committing the grave crime of ever ignoring her question.



This wasn’t that. This was Hermione whose bites and growls reminded him of her wilder, dominant side that he loved. A tone that he would never grow tired of. When she spoke like that, with her commanding, strong, and seductive timbre, he had no choice other than to begin messing with her. The room smelt of sweat and sex, and their ragged breaths were still not down to normal. Every bit of his skin that was in contact with Hermione was burning with fire. And when he fanned the flames to bring out this fiery, powerful side of her, he couldn’t resist playing with that fire. 

 

She got up as soon as he finished his answer with a squeeze of her ass, her spine erect to look down on him. “Excuse me?” That’s the voice he wanted to hear from her. That tone that drove him mad at times, now it made him want her so much, to go again. Ron simply pulled her down and bopped their noses together with her face in between his hands. He kissed her softly after staring into her gorgeous eyes. Her frown melted away as they pulled apart but reappeared as her mind caught up to reality. She swatted his arm, and her angry expression was so cute that he had to stoke the fire again.

 

“It’s true, though!” his cheeks hurt trying to contain his mischievous smile, and he tapped her chin playfully. “I am quite good at bringing us both to the finish line,” he smirked. She sat up straight on her hips, hands on her hips and smirked back. 

 

“You can’t even speak for minutes, most of the time when you finish!” 

 

“Again, it’s because I am that good,” he pointed at his own chest as he sat up to match her pose. He folded his arms across his bare chest, and the dim light caught the scars on his arms and shoulders, the pale lines stark against the pale of his skin. Hermione momentarily paused to stare at it. She took to biting her inner cheek to stop herself from leaving more marks all over it. She was almost distracted enough to not catch Ron bragging about his penis. “Sex is effort, you know, I need to recover after putting in such good shifts”. He rolled his eyes to provide dramatic effect, to taunt her further into pushing back.



The eyes. She would get him back for that. She would make those eyes roll back into his skull, out of his control, because of her - she’d ride him till his eyes rolled back. 

 

Ron watched her serious expression, the way her curves were outlined by rays of light and the shadows they left. She was a portrait. He could never get enough of Hermione. Her figure was something crafted by the gods. He could get lost in her chocolate eyes. He could drown looking at her face framed by her untamed curls. His eyes went down to her breasts. They were perky and full and it drew him in like a magnet. Down again. The line that her waist made against the light made him salivate. He had to hold himself back from roaming his hands and feeling every inch of her body. The way her legs bent in front of her - it allowed him to peek at the curls barely shielded by her delectable thighs. He looked back up at that beautiful face and her smirk told him his vulnerability in front of her was going to be weaponised.

He lost his head when he saw his girlfriend-nay fiancé like this. To be fair, he lost his head when they would do something as tame as cuddling, but now, now he was mush. His teasing her was simply out of obligation; it was a ritual he couldn’t break. They've known each other long enough to come to a mutual understanding, this was all part of the play, he was so undeniably in love with her that he could never entertain the idea of hurting her. He observed her smirk disappear as the frown took hold again. She padded towards him and looked up at him. As she held eye contact, her hand reached out and grabbed his cock. 

 

He groaned as she surprised him with a little caress along his inner thigh, and she enjoyed the feeling of surprising him. He was doing a lot of boasting, and she wanted to put him in his place. His cockiness often sparked a carnal desire in her, but at times like these - she also wanted to see him a pathetic mess under her as she worked her magic. 

 

So, she pushed him down with her other hand, and he fell flat on his back as she followed close and landed on top of him with a kiss. Her hand on his cock never gave up and she had worked him back to his full hardness. She moved down from his face to his neck while also changing her rhythm to keep him on edge. When she came across the hickey she had left earlier, she sped up her rhythm. After a few moments, she kissed her way to his chest, and she was satisfied to hear him moan, and it delighted her that he was so easily tortured - the joy further amplified by the fact that he was only hers to torture so. 

 

“I should take a picture of you, frame it so you stop acting cocky about your cock” She teased, and Ron realised he was losing. He bared his neck and saw her making her way down to his cock. It stood rock hard, pointing back to the wall at Ron’s head, pulsing as blood pumped into it. Seeing her face positioned next to it always unlocked a deep carnal lust in him. That sight alone drove him crazy, and he squeezed his thigh in pleasure when she began her sequence. After years together, she knew what drove him mad and was not afraid to abuse such knowledge to get him back for his cheek. 

 

“Look at you: a little teasing and you can’t even remember your name,” her hands squeezed his dick to drive home her advantage 

 

“ Hermione, ” He certainly knows mine, she thinks with a satisfied thrill . It was almost as if she were the only thing that occupied his brain. Good. She was winning - soon he’d be pleading with her.

 

She was taking his sweet time. Bringing him close to the edge and then slowing down. For a moment, he half regretted starting this game. He just wanted to cum, to give into that primal urge that always took hold when she used her mouth on him and to finish all over her. Alas, he couldn’t let himself cave. He let go of the sheets and grabbed the base of his dick. She mistakenly took it to mean that he was finishing, and she batted his hands away. 

 

“Not until I let you, not until I have you begging .” 

 

“If I did this to you, you’d chop my balls off” She scooted up slowly once again until she poised her groin directly over his manhood.  

 

“This, my love, this is payback. Don’t resist, darling , you know I’ll make it fun for you.” She loved putting him in his place.

 

Darling 

 

He always came apart when she used that word. It was a secret maintained close to his chest. He feared Hermione had sussed him out, given how sultrily she enunciated that word. She knew him too well. And the way her wet lips glided over, barely grazing, the underside of his cock that had been pushed against his abdomen. He was leaking pre cum and he saw Hermione's smug face when she glanced downward at his pulsing length. He just wanted to bury himself inside her and let go, his every muscle contracted as he hung on the edge of a glorious climax. He prayed to God she’d let him finish soon. Some twisted part of him enjoyed being at her mercy. He took the lead often, and he loved having her writhe and begging him to move along faster. He loved having her entire focus on him, to be pampered and tortured in such a fashion. He hadn’t meant to bring out this side of her—but he wasn’t exactly complaining. Well, not entirely true—he was definitely complaining about how torturously slow she was taking her time with him. 

 

She pried his hands away from the sheets and placed them on her hips. In a swift move, she had her feet locked under the edge of his ass and she had leaned down, so her breasts were pressed near his face. Her nipples hovering near his face, his breath tickling them. It taunted him, her breasts just out of reach. She pulled his hair firmly. His face angled up at her, and he squinted at the light directly shining in his eyes. Showing off her expertise in magic, she wordlessly and wandlessly dimmed them further, such that he didn’t have to shield his eyes in any way, but leaving his pale skin was still clearly visible. Perfect. 

 

She placed a kiss on his nose and moved left to his cheek. She bit him lightly and pulled up, testing the elasticity of his tissue. Nice, good quality cheek cartilage. She watched the bite mark redden on his skin and felt satisfied at the skin darkening up around her bite. She let go of his hair, and pushed his head into her chest, tilting it towards the side so his head wasn't idly squashed and had room to pleasure her with his lips and tongue.

Ron gasped into her sternum, moaned into her hot flesh. He loved how she tasted, loved the noises that she made when he used his tongue on her. Those moans, the way she would out goad him to suck harder, how her hands would grip his hair and push him in further, he loved it. He wanted to lick her everywhere all at once, but he would settle for sucking bruises into her underboob.


She swirled her hips left to right and even lined them up a few times teasing the sensitive tip of his cock. He, like the phenomenal lover she knew him to be, got to work on her tits. His tongue kept darting around licking around the nipples as he sucked her into his mouth, leaving behind his own design of hickeys all over her chest. She arched her back to push her tits even further into his face, squirming as his tongue tickled around her nipples. Her hips rolled back and forth, and she craved the way his teeth would graze her flesh. She didn’t really mind that she bruised easily if it meant Ron would keep his talented tongue on her until she screamed his name. 

 

Deciding that she’d played enough after hearing his increasingly loud groans, she sat up and took him in in one smooth motion. He cried her name out loud, and she loved the way it sounded - a deep rumble, slightly cracked and so sexy, reassuring her that yes, she did in fact have power over the man she longed to be with forever. 

 

He kept chanting her name like a prayer, like he knew nothing but her, like he was at her mercy. And he was - at her mercy, as he shook under her moving hips. 

 

He was grasping the skin around her waist, red marks on her skin. She removed one of them and placed the spread hand over her breast. It could grab almost all of her mound, and she loved the way he brought his fingers together to squeeze her nipple. She started moving faster, and his grip on her breast and her hip tightened, and he exclaimed unintelligible phrases. She loved having him inside her, she felt herself growing close, too. But this was all about control, her finishing wasn't a priority; she just wanted to see him lose control. And honestly, that might be enough to bring her over the edge. She brought her hip-hand to the lips of her sex and drenched him a little with their collective fluids. She brought his fingers up in front of her and sucked them in, releasing each one with a pop. 

 

She leaned down a smidge and extended her elbows to use his chest to support herself up, her legs then clamped around his wait. 

 

His face was so adorable: pinched in pain and pleasure, his flush freckled face with beads of sweat shining in the light, his mouth panting and revealing pink tongue, hair mussed, and eyes squeezed shut. She couldn’t wait till they were done so she could go back to kissing it all over. 

 

“You definitely do not remember your own name right now,” she declared smugly, and rode him faster to drive the point home. 

 

“It’s okay, I’ll remind you,” she soothed him as an idea came to her head. “You can't cum until I am done with you”. She watched him nod vigorously, a silent look of determination washing over his scrunched-up face. This was double-edged. Not only would her plan undo him, but she was also close to her own release and didn’t want to wait like last round. 

 

“We’re going to play a little game; I’m going to spell it for you.” She punctuated each word with a swirl of her hips. 

 

“Look at me, Ron,” she whispered, coaxing blue eyes to appear from under his lids. She moved front and curved right back to left. She dragged her hip backwards again, and she saw his eyes close tight, and open once more as he remembered her instruction from just a few seconds ago. 

 

“What was that, love?”

 

“ R, ” he whimpered.

 

She smiled. This letter would be far easier. She swirled her hips clockwise a few turns, and finally she saw his eyes roll back into his head, and her sex clenched around him. She had to bite her lips hard to keep from cumming too soon 

 

“O,” he exhaled as he caught his breath, the strain from holding himself back obvious. 

 

As she moved to spell the next letter with her powerful hips, he grabbed the sheets. As soon as she finished the last upward stroke of the “ N ” he grabbed her hips once more and started thrusting up into her and brought her down as he hissed with clenched teeth. 

 

The sudden movement caught her off guard, and she was moaning out fuck in anticipation of him emptying his load inside her. She humped him to match his thrusts and furiously rubbed her clit to finish before he slowed down, regaining some control and aiding her, using his hands and strength to move her up and down his cock.

 

As he spurted out, she came too. And they both could say little else than each other’s names as they rode their orgasms together. 

 

As their breathing calmed, returning to normal, he was the first to speak. 

 

"Sorry for interrupting your little spelling display." 

 

Hermione nipped his other shoulder, breathing slightly ragged. "I'm not sorry." 

 

"Neither am I," he replied honestly. "I'll promise to make it up to you," lifting his head a bit to kiss her bare neck, her cheek. "I just couldn't hold it in and didn't want to finish without you." 

 

"Are you being noble or begging to be punished some more?" she teased with a wicked smile. Her eyes darted over his sweaty forehead, and she brushed away his long hair from his eyes and nibbled on his nose.

 

"Can't really say, you're the one who can bring us to the finish line." Her following retort was swallowed by his kiss.




Notes:

Huge amounts of thanks to the lovely SquibNation10 for beta-ing this fic like an absolute champ. This fic isn't stinking up your phone purely because of her efforts. Any mistakes she didn't catch would be me messing up last minute edits. Go check out her brilliant works on her AO3 profile.

This fic was a little rushed, so I know it's not my best work, bear with me. I did like the idea though, so I wanted to get it out regardless of how good it reads. The beta for this fic said it'd be good to go but she's also too nice to me. So any and all feedback is not only welcome but greatly appreciated. Your comments help me get better at writing and that is, ultimately, a goal of mine: to write better Romione fanfics.

Have a good day!!