Look, it's not January, so I'm only a tiny bit late.
torino10154's birthday was a few days ago, and though I haven't really been writing for months, I really wanted to gift her something, and hopefully not months late in my usual fashion, lol. She gave me a variety of prompts, and I was inspired by "filthy het" and "right now?" I could not think of a better way to honor you than by going back to the original HP taboo incest pairing. I really hope you enjoy it. Happy Birthday, bb! <3
Burn (514 words) by sdk
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ginny Weasley/Ron Weasley
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley
Additional Tags: Incest, Sibling Incest, Femdom, Pegging, Vaginal Sex, Adultery, Infidelity, Drunk Sex
Summary:
Thank you to
lq_traintracks for looking this over for me!
Read above at AO3 or below the cut:
Ginny's room hasn't changed much since they were kids. Her little white night dress with its scalloped lace hem, frayed at the edges, is draped over her dresser. There's still a dip in her bed that Ron sinks into when he lies down, and her old teddy sits next to him, missing one eye from when Ginny secretly practised her bat-bogey hex the summer after her first year at Hogwarts.
The laughter drifts up from the kitchen below but now it's their kids helping Mum clean up after Sunday family dinner. Along with his wife, her husband.
None of that staves off Ron's arousal. How it throbbed through him at dinner when Ginny caught his eye over the table and gave him one of her special secret smiles. He knew what she wanted and hastily made excuses to leave halfway through pudding, his feet carrying him up the old staircase as if Ginny were leading him by hand to her childhood bedroom.
And now he's here. Naked. Waiting.
The door creaks open. Ginny slips inside and shuts it carefully behind her. She moves to the foot of the bed and finally looks at him. The old shame wells up. How he craves her approval. It's grotesque and he shouldn't want it; there's a small part still inside, a withering flame, that tries to resist. She touches his knee lightly with her fingertips. He bends them, spreads his thighs, and she quirks her lips. Satisfied.
He shouldn't feel pride in that, pleasing his sister. But he does. His fingers curl into the bedsheets as she strips, first her shirt, revealing her small tits, perfect little handfuls that he wants to squeeze tight. But when she drops her skirt, his mouth goes dry. Leather straps wrap around her hips, but his eyes jump to the bright pink dildo held flush against her crotch.
He'd confessed to her one night at the Leaky. They'd closed the place down, both completely pissed, and after they'd stumbled up the stairs and into the room she'd rented, he blurted out how badly he wanted to get fucked. She'd pushed him onto the bed, sank down on his cock and rode him hard through two orgasms until he couldn't hold his in any longer. He thought she hadn't understood. Afterward, he felt relieved.
But now the glimmer in her eyes tells him she'd known all along. Was holding this secret, relishing in it. His cock jumps and she laughs as she slicks up her own with lube, her strong hands slipping and sliding, coating the head and the shaft until it shines in the fading light. She kneels on the bed between his thighs. He gulps.
"Right now?" he asks, hating how his voice trembles. Hating even more how his whole body tightens in anticipation. How he can't hide just how much he wants this.
A wordless spell and he's wet, but not stretched. Because she knows, doesn't she? She knows he wants to burn.
She pushes inside and he barely feels her lips against his own as she answers, "Yes."
Also, I can not post this entry without pointing out one of my very favorite Ron/Ginny fics of all time, written by
torino10154: Comforts of Home. This fic has stuck with me for years and is just a masterclass in dirtyhotwrong so I highly, highly recommend it!
Burn (514 words) by sdk
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ginny Weasley/Ron Weasley
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley
Additional Tags: Incest, Sibling Incest, Femdom, Pegging, Vaginal Sex, Adultery, Infidelity, Drunk Sex
Summary:
Ginny surprises Ron during a Sunday family dinner.
Thank you to
Read above at AO3 or below the cut:
Ginny's room hasn't changed much since they were kids. Her little white night dress with its scalloped lace hem, frayed at the edges, is draped over her dresser. There's still a dip in her bed that Ron sinks into when he lies down, and her old teddy sits next to him, missing one eye from when Ginny secretly practised her bat-bogey hex the summer after her first year at Hogwarts.
The laughter drifts up from the kitchen below but now it's their kids helping Mum clean up after Sunday family dinner. Along with his wife, her husband.
None of that staves off Ron's arousal. How it throbbed through him at dinner when Ginny caught his eye over the table and gave him one of her special secret smiles. He knew what she wanted and hastily made excuses to leave halfway through pudding, his feet carrying him up the old staircase as if Ginny were leading him by hand to her childhood bedroom.
And now he's here. Naked. Waiting.
The door creaks open. Ginny slips inside and shuts it carefully behind her. She moves to the foot of the bed and finally looks at him. The old shame wells up. How he craves her approval. It's grotesque and he shouldn't want it; there's a small part still inside, a withering flame, that tries to resist. She touches his knee lightly with her fingertips. He bends them, spreads his thighs, and she quirks her lips. Satisfied.
He shouldn't feel pride in that, pleasing his sister. But he does. His fingers curl into the bedsheets as she strips, first her shirt, revealing her small tits, perfect little handfuls that he wants to squeeze tight. But when she drops her skirt, his mouth goes dry. Leather straps wrap around her hips, but his eyes jump to the bright pink dildo held flush against her crotch.
He'd confessed to her one night at the Leaky. They'd closed the place down, both completely pissed, and after they'd stumbled up the stairs and into the room she'd rented, he blurted out how badly he wanted to get fucked. She'd pushed him onto the bed, sank down on his cock and rode him hard through two orgasms until he couldn't hold his in any longer. He thought she hadn't understood. Afterward, he felt relieved.
But now the glimmer in her eyes tells him she'd known all along. Was holding this secret, relishing in it. His cock jumps and she laughs as she slicks up her own with lube, her strong hands slipping and sliding, coating the head and the shaft until it shines in the fading light. She kneels on the bed between his thighs. He gulps.
"Right now?" he asks, hating how his voice trembles. Hating even more how his whole body tightens in anticipation. How he can't hide just how much he wants this.
A wordless spell and he's wet, but not stretched. Because she knows, doesn't she? She knows he wants to burn.
She pushes inside and he barely feels her lips against his own as she answers, "Yes."
Also, I can not post this entry without pointing out one of my very favorite Ron/Ginny fics of all time, written by
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Date: 2022-07-03 02:47 pm (UTC)And you're kind enough to rec me, too? <3
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Date: 2022-07-03 03:18 pm (UTC)