Fic: Of Sex and Saffron
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alisanneTitle: Of Sex and Saffron
Author:alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Millicent Bulstrode
Summary: Ron finally has plans.
Word Count: 1275
Genre: Erotica.
Warnings: See kink!
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day twenty four prompt(s) used: I came, I saw, he/she kicked my arse, Lionheart, Saffron.
Kink: Orgasm denial.
This pairing was suggested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ragdoll and libco.
Betas:sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Of Sex and Saffron
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“Plans tonight?” asked Ron as he and Harry exited the Ministry.
A sappy smile crossed Harry’s face. Ron rolled his eyes. “Right, no need to say anything. Snape again?”
Harry blushed. “Things are...progressing.”
Ron nodded. “Good for you, mate. And that all I need to know.”
Harry laughed. “No details. I remember the rules.”
“Good.” As they walked towards the Apparation point, Ron sighed. He was happy for Harry and for Hermione, who had both found the loves of their lives, but as he had yet to find someone he wanted to date twice, much less spend the rest of his life with, he was a bit envious.
“How about you?” Harry asked.
“What about me?”
Harry nudged him with his shoulder. “Do you have plans tonight?”
Ron shrugged. “Not really.”
Harry’s smile gentled. “Well you’re welcome to have dinner with us--”
“And be a third wheel? No thanks.” Ron forced a smile. “I’ll be fine. There’s this new restaurant I want to try and it’s on the way home, so--”
“Okay, if you’re sure?” Harry searched Ron’s face and, apparently satisfied with what he saw, hugged him before Apparating away.
Pursing his lips, Ron contemplated his options. George was on a date with Angelina, Ginny and Neville were on their honeymoon, and Hermione was probably at Malfoy Manor with Malfoy again. Looks like it’s the Lionheart Pub again.
On his way there, however, he passed the restaurant he’d been eyeing all week and, pausing, peered into the window. It was new; there hadn’t been anything there the week before. Saffron, hm? he thought, pondering the name. Why not?
It smelled delicious when he walked in, and he was rather pleased to note that the atmosphere was casual, with several other single people at tables.
He was seated in a corner and given a menu. Not familiar with any of the items, Ron picked what sounded good, saffron rice and lamb kebabs, then, leaning back and sipping his pint, he people watched.
The crowd was eclectic, but everyone seemed relaxed and soon Ron was, too.
When the food came, Ron practically fell on it, and at the first bite he was hooked. “Bloody hell,” he whispered. “This is brilliant!”
He finished his meal in short order and when the server came to ask if he needed anything else, he said, “Please just tell the cook that was fabulous.”
The server smiled. “I’ll let her know. Would you like to speak to her?”
Ron shrugged. “Sure.” He ordered another pint and sighed, sated. He was just contemplating asking for the cheque when a shadow fell across his table.
“I understand you liked my...Weasley?”
Looking up, Ron couldn’t speak for a moment. In front of him was Millicent Bulstrode, but gone was the girl he remembered from school, replaced by this buxom, built woman. Since school, Ron had discovered he had a thing for stacked girls who could, if necessary, kick his arse. “Bulstrode?” he finally managed once he stopped drooling. “What are you doing here?”
She crossed her arms over her gorgeous chest. “I’m the cook here and I was told you liked my food.”
“You’re the cook?” Ron blinked. “Wow.”
“Why so surprised?” she raised an eyebrow. “It’s not as if you know anything about me. Why shouldn’t I be able to cook?”
She was right, of course. Ron nodded. “Yeah, sorry, I was just surprised. So...how long have you worked here?”
“Is this an interrogation, Auror?” Bulstrode maintained her defensive stance.
Ron put up his hands. “Look, I just walked in because I was hungry and it smelled good in here, all right?”
Bulstrode bit her lip, then nodded. “Yeah, all right. Sorry, I just...” She sighed. “Maybe I should just go back to the kitchen. Glad you liked the food.”
“Wait.” Ron swallowed hard, knowing he couldn’t just let her leave. “Um, is there any way we could, you know, talk later?”
“Talk?” Bulstrode’s eyes narrowed. “Are you propositioning me, Auror?”
“No!” Ron paused. “I mean yes.”
Bulstrode smirked.
Ron ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I’m saying it’s not off the table. So...yes?”
She hummed. “I get off at eleven. If you’re around we can...talk then.”
Ron grinned. “Brilliant.”
He waited until eleven and when she appeared, clad in a low-cut blouse instead of her chef’s jacket, his mouth started to water. “Where would you like to go?” he asked, trying not to stare at her tits.
She shook her head. “Let’s just get something out of the way first, shall we?” and leaning in, kissed him. She was a fabulous kisser and Ron was gasping for air when she drew back. “My place,” she said. “Hold on.”
They landed in a small flat. Ron got the impression of books spread all over the place and then she backed him into the wall and kissed him again. That time he was prepared and he hauled her close, loving how substantial she was in his arms.
Groping and kissing, they staggered into the bedroom, where they both disrobed quickly. “You’re sure about this?” Ron asked as she pressed him into the mattress, straddling him.
She smirked. “Shut up and fuck me, Weasley.”
But it seemed like she was determined to take charge. Ron had no objections to that, however. With her on top, he got to fondle her delectable breasts and run his hands all over her ample curves to his heart’s content, although he couldn’t think clearly enough to even do that when she grasped his erection with her large hand and guided him inside her.
With her muscles clenching around him, Ron wasn’t sure how long he’d last. “Going to come--” he gasped.
“Not until I do,” she gritted out, murmuring something.
Ron’s eyes widened when he felt a constriction around the base of his cock and balls. “What--?”
“Think of it...as incentive,” she whispered as she moved up and down on his cock. “When I come, I’ll let you come.”
“Fuck,” Ron groaned, his hands clutching her hips as he arched up.
She smirked, leaning forward so that her tits were in his face. “Exactly.”
Taking the hint, Ron licked and sucked her nipples, one hand shifting to slide between them and circle her clit. She clearly liked that, since she sped up, undulating her hips.
Ron was panting, the magical binding around his bits making everything more intense. “Please,” he begged as her cunt squeezed his prick. “Please--!”
“In a moment,” she wheezed. “I’m coming--!”
She ground herself down on him, her muscles squeezing him as shudders wracked her body. A moment later she collapsed on top of him, body trembling.
“Bulstrode,” he gasped. “Please!”
“Right.” Shifting, she moved down his body until her mouth was hovering over his cock. “Finite,” she whispered before swallowing him.
Ron’s body seized up, his back arching violently as the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced rushed through him. He shuddered, white light exploding in his brain as he came and came and came.
When he came to, Ron was curled up next to Bulstrode, his face pressed into her tits. He hummed. “Bloody hell.”
She laughed. “Liked that, did you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
She shifted, staring into his eyes, her expression oddly shy. “Good, because I had fun, too.”
Ron smiled. “So, what are you doing tomorrow?”
“You, apparently.” She laughed softly, closing her eyes.
Ron chuckled as he joined her in sleep. “Apparently.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Millicent Bulstrode
Summary: Ron finally has plans.
Word Count: 1275
Genre: Erotica.
Warnings: See kink!
A/N: Written for
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest. Day twenty four prompt(s) used: I came, I saw, he/she kicked my arse, Lionheart, Saffron.
Kink: Orgasm denial.
This pairing was suggested by
ragdoll and libco. Betas:
sevfan and emynn. Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Of Sex and Saffron
~
“Plans tonight?” asked Ron as he and Harry exited the Ministry.
A sappy smile crossed Harry’s face. Ron rolled his eyes. “Right, no need to say anything. Snape again?”
Harry blushed. “Things are...progressing.”
Ron nodded. “Good for you, mate. And that all I need to know.”
Harry laughed. “No details. I remember the rules.”
“Good.” As they walked towards the Apparation point, Ron sighed. He was happy for Harry and for Hermione, who had both found the loves of their lives, but as he had yet to find someone he wanted to date twice, much less spend the rest of his life with, he was a bit envious.
“How about you?” Harry asked.
“What about me?”
Harry nudged him with his shoulder. “Do you have plans tonight?”
Ron shrugged. “Not really.”
Harry’s smile gentled. “Well you’re welcome to have dinner with us--”
“And be a third wheel? No thanks.” Ron forced a smile. “I’ll be fine. There’s this new restaurant I want to try and it’s on the way home, so--”
“Okay, if you’re sure?” Harry searched Ron’s face and, apparently satisfied with what he saw, hugged him before Apparating away.
Pursing his lips, Ron contemplated his options. George was on a date with Angelina, Ginny and Neville were on their honeymoon, and Hermione was probably at Malfoy Manor with Malfoy again. Looks like it’s the Lionheart Pub again.
On his way there, however, he passed the restaurant he’d been eyeing all week and, pausing, peered into the window. It was new; there hadn’t been anything there the week before. Saffron, hm? he thought, pondering the name. Why not?
It smelled delicious when he walked in, and he was rather pleased to note that the atmosphere was casual, with several other single people at tables.
He was seated in a corner and given a menu. Not familiar with any of the items, Ron picked what sounded good, saffron rice and lamb kebabs, then, leaning back and sipping his pint, he people watched.
The crowd was eclectic, but everyone seemed relaxed and soon Ron was, too.
When the food came, Ron practically fell on it, and at the first bite he was hooked. “Bloody hell,” he whispered. “This is brilliant!”
He finished his meal in short order and when the server came to ask if he needed anything else, he said, “Please just tell the cook that was fabulous.”
The server smiled. “I’ll let her know. Would you like to speak to her?”
Ron shrugged. “Sure.” He ordered another pint and sighed, sated. He was just contemplating asking for the cheque when a shadow fell across his table.
“I understand you liked my...Weasley?”
Looking up, Ron couldn’t speak for a moment. In front of him was Millicent Bulstrode, but gone was the girl he remembered from school, replaced by this buxom, built woman. Since school, Ron had discovered he had a thing for stacked girls who could, if necessary, kick his arse. “Bulstrode?” he finally managed once he stopped drooling. “What are you doing here?”
She crossed her arms over her gorgeous chest. “I’m the cook here and I was told you liked my food.”
“You’re the cook?” Ron blinked. “Wow.”
“Why so surprised?” she raised an eyebrow. “It’s not as if you know anything about me. Why shouldn’t I be able to cook?”
She was right, of course. Ron nodded. “Yeah, sorry, I was just surprised. So...how long have you worked here?”
“Is this an interrogation, Auror?” Bulstrode maintained her defensive stance.
Ron put up his hands. “Look, I just walked in because I was hungry and it smelled good in here, all right?”
Bulstrode bit her lip, then nodded. “Yeah, all right. Sorry, I just...” She sighed. “Maybe I should just go back to the kitchen. Glad you liked the food.”
“Wait.” Ron swallowed hard, knowing he couldn’t just let her leave. “Um, is there any way we could, you know, talk later?”
“Talk?” Bulstrode’s eyes narrowed. “Are you propositioning me, Auror?”
“No!” Ron paused. “I mean yes.”
Bulstrode smirked.
Ron ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I’m saying it’s not off the table. So...yes?”
She hummed. “I get off at eleven. If you’re around we can...talk then.”
Ron grinned. “Brilliant.”
He waited until eleven and when she appeared, clad in a low-cut blouse instead of her chef’s jacket, his mouth started to water. “Where would you like to go?” he asked, trying not to stare at her tits.
She shook her head. “Let’s just get something out of the way first, shall we?” and leaning in, kissed him. She was a fabulous kisser and Ron was gasping for air when she drew back. “My place,” she said. “Hold on.”
They landed in a small flat. Ron got the impression of books spread all over the place and then she backed him into the wall and kissed him again. That time he was prepared and he hauled her close, loving how substantial she was in his arms.
Groping and kissing, they staggered into the bedroom, where they both disrobed quickly. “You’re sure about this?” Ron asked as she pressed him into the mattress, straddling him.
She smirked. “Shut up and fuck me, Weasley.”
But it seemed like she was determined to take charge. Ron had no objections to that, however. With her on top, he got to fondle her delectable breasts and run his hands all over her ample curves to his heart’s content, although he couldn’t think clearly enough to even do that when she grasped his erection with her large hand and guided him inside her.
With her muscles clenching around him, Ron wasn’t sure how long he’d last. “Going to come--” he gasped.
“Not until I do,” she gritted out, murmuring something.
Ron’s eyes widened when he felt a constriction around the base of his cock and balls. “What--?”
“Think of it...as incentive,” she whispered as she moved up and down on his cock. “When I come, I’ll let you come.”
“Fuck,” Ron groaned, his hands clutching her hips as he arched up.
She smirked, leaning forward so that her tits were in his face. “Exactly.”
Taking the hint, Ron licked and sucked her nipples, one hand shifting to slide between them and circle her clit. She clearly liked that, since she sped up, undulating her hips.
Ron was panting, the magical binding around his bits making everything more intense. “Please,” he begged as her cunt squeezed his prick. “Please--!”
“In a moment,” she wheezed. “I’m coming--!”
She ground herself down on him, her muscles squeezing him as shudders wracked her body. A moment later she collapsed on top of him, body trembling.
“Bulstrode,” he gasped. “Please!”
“Right.” Shifting, she moved down his body until her mouth was hovering over his cock. “Finite,” she whispered before swallowing him.
Ron’s body seized up, his back arching violently as the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced rushed through him. He shuddered, white light exploding in his brain as he came and came and came.
When he came to, Ron was curled up next to Bulstrode, his face pressed into her tits. He hummed. “Bloody hell.”
She laughed. “Liked that, did you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
She shifted, staring into his eyes, her expression oddly shy. “Good, because I had fun, too.”
Ron smiled. “So, what are you doing tomorrow?”
“You, apparently.” She laughed softly, closing her eyes.
Ron chuckled as he joined her in sleep. “Apparently.”
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