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HarryHermioneRon - Smutty - One-shot
Title: “Ties”
Author: ~ Monique ~
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Ship(s): Harry/Hermione/Ron
Spoilers: None
Summary: [Ron and Hermione plan on having some fun with ties - whether Harry wants to (and he does) or not. Smut ensues. Mmm...ties, trio, smut. *^.~*]
Word Count: 2,133
Timeline: Some time after they get out of school...or it could technically happen in Book 7...I don't know. It's smut. I didn't explain the relationship, I just exploit it so I can smex them up. *lol*
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or anything associated with HP. That's JKR and some other persons. I'm not making money either. :p
Author's Notes: [1] Written for Inell with love and lust. *^.~* [2] Many thanks for the excellent Beta job by Karen (rosepddle)! Thank you, darling! I very much appreciate it. *^.^*


“You know, this would be much more fun if you’d loosen these ties.”

Hermione smirks, but otherwise does not respond to Harry’s dry statement. On the bed, and immobile as he is, she doesn’t see the point of arguing when she is certainly not letting him go until she is satisfied.

“Harry,” Ron croons from his place at Harry’s feet, crouching in all his naked glory, “I wouldn’t make her angry. She might leave you that way, mate.” Harry visibly gulps, and then tenses as he fights back a shiver against the feel of Ron’s hands on his calves, trailing across his knees, his thighs…

“Ron, stop that.” His hands freeze at her sharp tone, long fingers grasping low on Harry’s hips, blunt nails at his ass, thumbs pushing just so. Hermione’s bottom lip is trapped viciously between her teeth as Harry fails to stop one of his deep moans from low in his throat. She can see the lines and tension of their bodies, taut and sensitive, awaiting her touch, her kiss – her command.

Stepping lightly, she glides to where Harry’s left wrist is trapped along the banister, held just high enough to brush her breasts against his hand. Twitching, his fingers stretch towards her warm, soft flesh, but she is too far for him to grasp her. She smirks, Harry grunts, and Ron actually laughs.

Harry strains against the ties, their bright reds and yellows stark against his pale skin. Leaning over she kisses his knuckles, sucks on his fingertips, and licks his palm, his blood rushing to meet her. She can feel Ron’s impatience, his eyes boring into her face and body, and a flush settles across her like a warm wave. Shifting her eyes to her red-haired lover, Hermione’s lips quirk, and she nuzzles her cheek against Harry’s arm, her hair falling to brush against his chest teasingly. His hand moves enough to twine his fingers with her curls, first gently and then tightly as Ron replaces his bruising grip with lips and teeth and tongue. Ron does not have direct contact with Harry’s hardening member, but his hair and fingers brush so close over and over again, and his hands run up and down along Harry’s legs, the back of his knees, the sides of his chest. Hermione catches Ron’s eyes, and they descend together; she licking across Harry’s lips, Ron across his cock. Harry’s gasp of pleasure drives them both – his lips part to accommodate Hermione’s questing tongue, his hips rise to meet Ron’s open mouth.

[ It wasn’t about the control (though Harry’s world was never quite what he wanted it to be, and Ron’s was always chaos, and sometimes Hermione didn’t want to worry and fret so much) it was about the experience. Tying and being tied, submission and dominance – they shared these roles and it wasn’t a question of who lead what when and why; they had their strengths and weaknesses and where one was lacking the others took up the slack. This was sex and it was good. ]

Hermione breaks their heated kiss, moving to straddle high across Harry’s chest while facing Ron. For balance she places one hand at the base of Harry’s cock, her fingers and nails teasing the flesh there, and moans deeply when Ron takes one digit into his mouth as he takes in Harry. Threading her free hand in Ron’s hair, she grips him roughly, pushing him down before pulling him quickly from Harry’s cock, ignoring both when they cry out in protest. She kisses him and he responds eagerly, one hand flying to the back of her neck, fingers wet and hot and pulling, as the other strokes Harry with practiced ease. She can feel Harry struggling beneath her, thrusting his hips and bucking his body in frustration and desire, and she shifts her weight so she can grip him, giving Ron the opportunity to squeeze her breast and push closer. He moans as his body presses against Harry, the sensations heightened by Hermione’s hand, which has already left his hair and trailed down his neck to slowly caress his skin until she comes to his arousal.

She’s stroking them slowly – their moans are of both pleasure and frustration – and she smirks into Ron’s kiss. Sliding back and forth, her center and thighs are hot where they touch Harry, and she arches her back in satisfaction.

“Hermione-”

“Don’t talk.” She gasps, Harry moans, and she imagines he too can feel how Ron is on her neck, nipping at her ears, massaging and sucking at her breasts.

She starts to move, her body down Ron’s and up Harry’s, until her mouth is around Ron’s penis and her clit is against Harry’s lips. Harry moans brokenly, he knows the smell of her, the taste of her, and he licks at her with long, wet strokes of his tongue. He can’t bite or suck as he usually would – she keeps herself elevated too far – but he can feel her breasts, wet from Ron’s mouth, brush against him, then press against him, then slide away, as he hears what can only be the sound of Hermione sucking dick.

He’s very hard, could almost come right then, but Hermione refuses to take him into her mouth or stroke him any faster. So Harry keeps licking at her and listening to her moans and gasps and slurps and sucks…

“Fuck, Hermione,” Ron is breathy and groaning, his hands buried in the chaos of her hair, “Yesss...” But Ron does not come as Harry has been anticipating, because suddenly there is hot, wet mouth on his cock. He can feel Hermione’s small, smooth hands spreading his ass cheeks before two wet fingers – so long and thick that they must be Ron’s – slip inside him. Harry cries out in pleasure and thrusts up into Hermione, unexpectedly meeting the back of her throat roughly. She mewls in protest, shifting back until she is all but sitting on his face. He takes the opportunity to latch onto her clit, biting the nub and holding it hostage between his teeth as his tongue flicks across it viciously.

“Harry!” She’s rubbing herself against his face, Ron’s added a third finger, and though her hands have stopped stroking he can’t bring himself to care. His arms and legs are tired and aching, and his wrists and ankles are nearly raw from straining against the ties, but his tongue is in Hermione, and she’s kissing Ron, whose fingers are still pumping in his ass, and it’s all he can do to keep his focus in such bliss.

Hermione’s moans are wicked in his ears, and he smirks against her core. Taking one long lick, he trails from her clit to her ass, and begins to lick and nip at the soft cheeks. He can feel Ron’s cock being pressed against his own and suddenly Hermione’s too far away to lick, but he doesn’t care about that either, because she’s sucking and stroking at him and Ron at the same time. They don’t quite fit in her mouth, but she’s sure to take them both in as far as she can, then suck and lick them sloppily and thoroughly where she can’t. Harry turns his head to latch onto her thigh, sucking hard enough to mark, and shaking as she moans around their cocks.

“Hermione!” He gasps around her flesh, his fists clenched tightly wishing he could touch her and Ron, and turns his head to mark her other thigh.

“Yes, Hermione, just like that…” Ron’s free hand is massaging her neck, his other still stretching Harry, while his eyes watch Harry mark Hermione. It looks uncomfortable for Harry, but he can’t deny appreciating the sight of those long, lean muscles straining and bunching against the strong, pretty ties. Ron almost wants to untie him, but knows it would ruin the experience for them all. Instead, he takes Hermione by the hair once more, pulling her off him and Harry, before pushing himself back into her mouth deeply.

Harry’s protests are muffled against her thigh as Ron leans forward to whisper hotly into her ear, “I want to be dripping, just like your beautiful cunt, Hermione.” And whatever she might have said is muffled by his dick, which she lavishes with tongue and lips, licks and spit. When he’s wet enough to be obscene he pulls away from Hermione, whose hands are already spreading Harry again, but does not release her. He holds her by the nape, ensuring her full attention as he slowly pulls his fingers from Harry to direct his cock to Harry’s entrance.

“Ready?” He doesn’t wait for Harry to finish his ‘yes’ [in the loud form of: “Fuck – Ron!”] before burying himself in one fast, hot thrust – the three-persons-gasping sounds loud in their ears.

Louder still are the bed-frames’ groaning against Harry’s tugging and Ron’s thrusting, and it’s almost enough to worry Hermione – if she wasn’t so busy turning to straddle Harry’s hips. With Ron thrusting at her back, and Harry bucking beneath her, it’s no small task trying to position properly. She spreads one hand wide across Harry’s chest - her index finger moving to scrape her nails across his budded nipple - and with the other she holds his throat. Applying the slightest of pressures she can feel his Adam’s apple rise and fall, and she shivers in response. Ron’s arms come up from behind her, one on her hip, the other holding Harry steady for her, and she shifts to use each of Harry’s restrained arms as leverage as she takes him in.

It’s a tight fit, but with Harry’s hips angled just so, Ron’s supporting hands, and Hermione’s leverage, it’s not long before they fall into an intensely carnal rhythm. As Ron pulls away from Harry, Hermione descends on him, and as she raises her body he thrusts in – it’s distracting and delicious and perfect. Harry’s not sure which way to move anymore, but he keeps moving wildly, certain his aching limbs will fall and he just won’t care as he bursts at the seams.

Ron works at Hermione’s sensitive clit, driving their rhythm with his bruising hold on her hip, and Harry is lost as he watches the sweat form and drip over their bodies. Hermione twists around, her breasts jutting and bouncing beautifully as she kisses Ron and disrupts their rhythm, her grip tightening on Harry; and then she turns, two of Ron's fingers in her mouth, eyes locked on Harry’s lidded gaze. Her grip never loosens, but she slips on Harry’s sweaty skin when she leans forward to kiss him too.

Harry, however, doesn’t close his eyes as they kiss; he’s caught Ron’s wink as he wiggles his moist fingers in the air, before bringing them to Hermione’s ass. They share a smirk, which Hermione misses - her mouth at the juncture of Harry’s neck, sucking as he had on her thigh - before Ron pushes slowly into her second opening. It’s complicated and uncomfortable for his wrist until they find their new rhythm, and then everything else is so amazingly hot they quickly enjoy the new sensations.

It’s the feeling of Hermione clenching around Ron’s fingers and Harry’s dick that finally brings about the end. Ron works at her clit, pulling her upright to bite at the crook of her neck, and her orgasm has her shouting and shaking in his arms. It’s all he’s been waiting for apparently as Harry comes as well, his body shuddering, ass clenching around Ron’s cock, and he can feel the hot spurt of Ron’s release.

They twitch and shake and ride out the feelings as long as they can, their bodies shivering in release and pleasure. Hermione takes the longest to calm, and as Ron steps away from their bodies he helps her move slowly, still in the aftermath of her orgasm. Harry sighs at the feeling of Ron pulling out of his body, of slipping out of Hermione’s, the pulsing and tingling slowly fading. He can feel the restlessness of his limbs, the sensation as amazing as it is painful, and he sighs again, catching their attention.

“Care to untie me now?” He says it almost sarcastically, but his face is flushed and pleased, his eyes wet and bright and they all smile.

“Sure thing, mate,” and as Ron releases Harry’s arms and legs Harry shakes them, Hermione rubbing to encourage circulation. They kiss at the marks and the redness of his skin as they stretch out beside him on the bed. His arms tingle in that awful ‘my foot fell asleep and now it’s waking up’ way…but he really can’t complain.

It was, after all, plenty fun with the ties.


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~ Monique ~