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Bright - Ron/Susan - NC-17
Title: Bright
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Susan
Words: 445
Rating: NC-17
Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.
So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.
But not with his Harry.
Bright
****
They found out who else had been captured when Susan Bones was thrown into the cellar by a wild eyed Bellatrix Lestrange.
Thrown into Ron’s lap, more accurately, as he sat and drowsed against the wall.
His arms closed protectively around her as they watched Bellatrix warily.
“What now?” Justin demanded, his arm around Hannah’s shoulders.
“One each, my pretty,” Bellatrix said brightly. “You can’t say we’re not treating you well.”
Susan squirmed against Ron and he tightened his hold, hoping she wasn’t in too much pain from being ‘questioned’ by their captors.
But she didn’t wince, she moaned and threw one leg across his and ground down against him.
He looked down into her face and she smiled up at him, eyes unfocused, and pressed a kiss to his neck.
“Susan?” he said nervously. “What’s wrong?”
Bellatrix cackled.
“There may be a side affect of the potion she took during her interrogation,” she said happily, watching as Susan nuzzled Ron’s neck.
“What did you do to her?” Justin demanded.
“Found out that she knows nothing,” Bellatrix spat. “So, now my pretty can have her.”
“Have her?” Ron asked.
Bellatrix shrugged. “The potion has left her a bit aroused,” she said. “I don’t have the time to have her rut against me, so I give her to you, as a present, my lucky, pretty boy.”
The door closed behind her and Susan moaned again, slipping her hand inside Ron’s hand me down shirt and flicking a nipple with her fingernails.
“Need,” she gasped, entwining their legs and rubbing harder against him.
“Oh, god,” he muttered. “Justin? I don’t suppose you and Susan have a history I don’t know about?”
“The history where she’s really a man?” he asked, looking away as Susan slid her hand between her legs. “Sorry, you know I’m queer.”
Hannah tutted and crawled over to them. “Honestly, Jus,” she complained. “She needs help, we’re not asking you to marry her.”
She disentangled Susan’s arms from around Ron’s neck and sat beside him, with a whimpering Susan leaning back against her chest.
“Need you,” Susan whispered.
“Do something, Ron,” Hannah ordered.
Ron ran his hand up Susan’s leg and her thighs parted.
“Are you sure?” he asked her, his fingers stopping an inch from the elastic of her knickers. “Is this OK?”
“Always liked you… please Ron,” Susan gasped, sliding lower in Hannah’s arms and rubbing against him.
Ron shrugged at Hannah, who nodded and he slid his fingers into Susan’s knickers.
“That’s it,” Hannah crooned, stroking Susan’s hair as Ron circled her clit with a tentative finger, feeling her tremble against him. “Ron’s gonna help you, gonna make you feel better.”
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Title: Bright
Author:
shocfixPairing: Ron/Susan
Words: 445
Rating: NC-17
Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.
So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.
But not with his Harry.
Bright
****
They found out who else had been captured when Susan Bones was thrown into the cellar by a wild eyed Bellatrix Lestrange.
Thrown into Ron’s lap, more accurately, as he sat and drowsed against the wall.
His arms closed protectively around her as they watched Bellatrix warily.
“What now?” Justin demanded, his arm around Hannah’s shoulders.
“One each, my pretty,” Bellatrix said brightly. “You can’t say we’re not treating you well.”
Susan squirmed against Ron and he tightened his hold, hoping she wasn’t in too much pain from being ‘questioned’ by their captors.
But she didn’t wince, she moaned and threw one leg across his and ground down against him.
He looked down into her face and she smiled up at him, eyes unfocused, and pressed a kiss to his neck.
“Susan?” he said nervously. “What’s wrong?”
Bellatrix cackled.
“There may be a side affect of the potion she took during her interrogation,” she said happily, watching as Susan nuzzled Ron’s neck.
“What did you do to her?” Justin demanded.
“Found out that she knows nothing,” Bellatrix spat. “So, now my pretty can have her.”
“Have her?” Ron asked.
Bellatrix shrugged. “The potion has left her a bit aroused,” she said. “I don’t have the time to have her rut against me, so I give her to you, as a present, my lucky, pretty boy.”
The door closed behind her and Susan moaned again, slipping her hand inside Ron’s hand me down shirt and flicking a nipple with her fingernails.
“Need,” she gasped, entwining their legs and rubbing harder against him.
“Oh, god,” he muttered. “Justin? I don’t suppose you and Susan have a history I don’t know about?”
“The history where she’s really a man?” he asked, looking away as Susan slid her hand between her legs. “Sorry, you know I’m queer.”
Hannah tutted and crawled over to them. “Honestly, Jus,” she complained. “She needs help, we’re not asking you to marry her.”
She disentangled Susan’s arms from around Ron’s neck and sat beside him, with a whimpering Susan leaning back against her chest.
“Need you,” Susan whispered.
“Do something, Ron,” Hannah ordered.
Ron ran his hand up Susan’s leg and her thighs parted.
“Are you sure?” he asked her, his fingers stopping an inch from the elastic of her knickers. “Is this OK?”
“Always liked you… please Ron,” Susan gasped, sliding lower in Hannah’s arms and rubbing against him.
Ron shrugged at Hannah, who nodded and he slid his fingers into Susan’s knickers.
“That’s it,” Hannah crooned, stroking Susan’s hair as Ron circled her clit with a tentative finger, feeling her tremble against him. “Ron’s gonna help you, gonna make you feel better.”
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