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acquiescenceW00t, I feel like I haven't updated with a fic in forever, which is probably true - what with all the papers and stuff I've been writing for school. No time for Hermione and her boys *pouts* but hooray busy semester is over on Friday and next semester (beginning on Tuesday *boo*) is going to be easy. So hopefully that means that I'll have more time for writing and I can get going on those challenges I've got waiting as well as the ones from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Title: She likes Watching
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Pairing: Hermione/Charlie, Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Voyerism and slash
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
Word Count: 764
A/N: This is is forhailiebu's Light my Fire(works) Challenge. So it must take place in July, be NC-17, and include at least one kink. Thanks to hailiebu for beta'ing this for me as well, any mistakes left are my own fault.
“You like watching them, don’t you, love?” His breath was hot against her ear as he captured her earlobe between his lips.
Hermione’s eyes were fixed on her best friends. Harry and Ron were in the next room. Harry was kneeling between the redhead’s wide-spread legs, his head bobbing up and down slowly. She had first caught sight of them as she and Charlie tumbled into the house to get out of the July heat – not that they would get much relief with their hands all over one another.
“We shouldn’t be here,” she hissed.
“You’re the one who is so fascinated with them, love.” Charlie smirked and let his hand move up under her skirt, his fingers working their way into her knickers. “Why Hermione, I might think you enjoy watching them. You’re so wet.”
Hermione shook her head, and groaned as Ron dragged his fingers through Harry’s hair and pushed him down, thrusting his hips up into the other boy’s mouth. Charlie chuckled at the noises she was making and knelt in front of her.
“Charlie, what are you doing?” Hermione finally let her attention be drawn away from her friends and to the redhead in front of her as he pushed her robes up to her waist.
“You’ll want to be quiet, love, unless you want them to hear you.” He grinned before leaning forward and nuzzling his nose against the front of her knickers, inhaling her scent.
Hermione grasped Charlie’s hair and leaned back against the wall. She returned her attention to the boys in the next room as Charlie pulled down her knickers, biting her lower lip when his tongue slowly slid along her slit, his fingers plunging inside her.
“Charlie, we shouldn’t!” she whimpered as he circled her clit lazily with his tongue, all the while making no move to stop him.
“Just relax love, watch them. I know you like watching my baby brother with Harry, so enjoy it.” His lips buzzed against her clit as he spoke.
Hermione gripped at his hair, holding him against her, while she continued to watch her best friends. Harry's lips were still wrapped around Ron’s length as the redhead thrust into his mouth again and again.
She bit her lower lip even harder to keep from crying out as Charlie’s fingers sped up their motions. She was a sight - leaning back against the wall of the hallway, her skirt up around her waist, Charlie’s head buried between her legs.
Hermione tried to make herself look away. It was wrong to watch her friends like this, she told herself, and yet she couldn’t keep her eyes off of them. Charlie wasn’t helping matters as his tongue made slow figure eights around her clit while his fingers continued their steady in and out movements.
Her knees buckled and she had to take a moment to steady herself after Charlie curled his fingers inside of her, searching and easily finding that spot deep inside that always pushed her over the edge. She sent him a harsh look, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stay quiet if he carried on like that. He smirked at her, smug as ever, and curled his fingers once more.
She hissed at the intense pleasure as his fingers prodded against her and he caught her clit between his lips and sucked deeply around it. She looked down at him pleadingly as he continued to curl his fingers with each thrust he made; he was unrelenting.
Hermione had to untangle one of her hands from his hair and bite it to keep from crying out her release when Charlie lightly nipped at her clit. Her attention was finally drawn from the boys in the other room and to the man between her legs.
“We’d better go love; it looks like they’re going to be finishing up soon.” Charlie sat back on his heels and licked his lips, looking rather pleased with himself.
Hermione swatted his arm, but took his extended hand to straighten herself.
“You are a wicked man Charles Weasley.” She did her best to look upset with him.
Charlie grinned smugly and drew her up against his chest. “And you like that about me, don’t you, my little wench?” He licked her lips softly before pressing his lips to hers, sharing her taste.
“Yes I do, but you just wait until I get you back for this.” She kissed his cheek playfully and ran down the hall.
Charlie grinned – this was definitely going to be a summer to remember - and he chased her down the hall.
books_freckles.Title: She likes Watching
Author:
acquiescence_Pairing: Hermione/Charlie, Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Voyerism and slash
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
Word Count: 764
A/N: This is is for
hailiebu's Light my Fire(works) Challenge. So it must take place in July, be NC-17, and include at least one kink. Thanks to hailiebu for beta'ing this for me as well, any mistakes left are my own fault.“You like watching them, don’t you, love?” His breath was hot against her ear as he captured her earlobe between his lips.
Hermione’s eyes were fixed on her best friends. Harry and Ron were in the next room. Harry was kneeling between the redhead’s wide-spread legs, his head bobbing up and down slowly. She had first caught sight of them as she and Charlie tumbled into the house to get out of the July heat – not that they would get much relief with their hands all over one another.
“We shouldn’t be here,” she hissed.
“You’re the one who is so fascinated with them, love.” Charlie smirked and let his hand move up under her skirt, his fingers working their way into her knickers. “Why Hermione, I might think you enjoy watching them. You’re so wet.”
Hermione shook her head, and groaned as Ron dragged his fingers through Harry’s hair and pushed him down, thrusting his hips up into the other boy’s mouth. Charlie chuckled at the noises she was making and knelt in front of her.
“Charlie, what are you doing?” Hermione finally let her attention be drawn away from her friends and to the redhead in front of her as he pushed her robes up to her waist.
“You’ll want to be quiet, love, unless you want them to hear you.” He grinned before leaning forward and nuzzling his nose against the front of her knickers, inhaling her scent.
Hermione grasped Charlie’s hair and leaned back against the wall. She returned her attention to the boys in the next room as Charlie pulled down her knickers, biting her lower lip when his tongue slowly slid along her slit, his fingers plunging inside her.
“Charlie, we shouldn’t!” she whimpered as he circled her clit lazily with his tongue, all the while making no move to stop him.
“Just relax love, watch them. I know you like watching my baby brother with Harry, so enjoy it.” His lips buzzed against her clit as he spoke.
Hermione gripped at his hair, holding him against her, while she continued to watch her best friends. Harry's lips were still wrapped around Ron’s length as the redhead thrust into his mouth again and again.
She bit her lower lip even harder to keep from crying out as Charlie’s fingers sped up their motions. She was a sight - leaning back against the wall of the hallway, her skirt up around her waist, Charlie’s head buried between her legs.
Hermione tried to make herself look away. It was wrong to watch her friends like this, she told herself, and yet she couldn’t keep her eyes off of them. Charlie wasn’t helping matters as his tongue made slow figure eights around her clit while his fingers continued their steady in and out movements.
Her knees buckled and she had to take a moment to steady herself after Charlie curled his fingers inside of her, searching and easily finding that spot deep inside that always pushed her over the edge. She sent him a harsh look, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stay quiet if he carried on like that. He smirked at her, smug as ever, and curled his fingers once more.
She hissed at the intense pleasure as his fingers prodded against her and he caught her clit between his lips and sucked deeply around it. She looked down at him pleadingly as he continued to curl his fingers with each thrust he made; he was unrelenting.
Hermione had to untangle one of her hands from his hair and bite it to keep from crying out her release when Charlie lightly nipped at her clit. Her attention was finally drawn from the boys in the other room and to the man between her legs.
“We’d better go love; it looks like they’re going to be finishing up soon.” Charlie sat back on his heels and licked his lips, looking rather pleased with himself.
Hermione swatted his arm, but took his extended hand to straighten herself.
“You are a wicked man Charles Weasley.” She did her best to look upset with him.
Charlie grinned smugly and drew her up against his chest. “And you like that about me, don’t you, my little wench?” He licked her lips softly before pressing his lips to hers, sharing her taste.
“Yes I do, but you just wait until I get you back for this.” She kissed his cheek playfully and ran down the hall.
Charlie grinned – this was definitely going to be a summer to remember - and he chased her down the hall.
