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FIC: Fantasy (Courtesy of Me) (Lily Luna/Ron, NC-17) 
9th November 2017 09:37
Title: Fantasy (Courtesy of Me)
Author: [info]gracerene
Characters/Pairings: Lily Luna Potter/Ron Weasley, background Hermione/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Corsets & Dungeons
Other Warnings/Content: infidelity, strippers, uncle/niece incest, vaginal sex, partially clothed sex
Word Count: ~1,900
Summary/Description: These days, Ron lived for Wednesday nights.
Author's Notes: Fun fact: The last time I wrote het for DD was last November, which also contained infidelity and a Ron/Niece pairing. LOL, there's just something about November, I guess… ;) Title is from the song Lace and Leather by Britney Spears.

These days, Ron lived for Wednesday nights.

Hermione met with her book club every Wednesday night from seven to nine, which meant that Ron had the evening to himself. His wife thought he spent those hours at the gym, doing his best to maintain his physique in the face of aging, gravity, and far too much good food. True enough, the building he frequented did have a lovely and expansive gym on the ground floor; the gleaming, polished machines and lush amenities were enough to justify the exorbitant monthly fee to Hermione.

Of course, that wasn't precisely what the fee was for.

Ron visited two or three times a week to take legitimate advantage of the exercise equipment, but on Wednesday nights, he had another destination in mind. Instead of hitting the weights, he went straight for a set of stairs at the back, concealed by an impeccably casted glamour. A whispered phrase and Ron could descend those stairs to access the true benefit of his expensive membership.

For a dungeon basement, the club was quite tastefully decorated, the lighting dim and sensual, the plush chairs and sofas sexy and inviting. Ron sank into his favourite seat in the house, a lush red velvet loveseat with a clear view of the stage. The club rotated themes each night, some more risqué or hardcore than others. Wednesdays were Ron's favourite, when the girls that staffed the club dressed up like the sexiest kind of pin-up fantasies come to life.

One such girl walked up to him, her black hair pulled back in an elaborate chignon and her large breasts practically spilling out of her tight, frilly babydoll dress. She handed him his ice-cold beer with a flirty smile, her fingers brushing sensuously against his wrist before she turned away. Ron watched as she walked back to the bar, the lower curve of her bum just visible beneath the sway of her short skirts. His cock twitched in appreciation, but she wasn't why he was here. Not tonight.

Ron had discovered this place years ago through a friend of a friend, but it wasn't until recently that he'd become a regular. It hadn't been worth the hassle, paying such a steep price and then having to think of a good enough excuse that would fool his brilliant wife. The reason for his change of heart was about to perform.

She took the stage and began to sway her hips, her red, silken locks tumbling down her back in sensuous waves. The black robe she wore fell to the floor, revealing a trim waist cinched in a tight, emerald green corset, cut just below her breasts. Unfortunately, those perfect, round breasts were covered by a black, balconette bra, though the plump top of her bosom was full on display. Her long legs went on for miles, and sheer, black stockings went up to her lower thighs, secured by a set of painfully sexy garters that attached to the corset. She turned, undulating her body as she peaked over one milky, freckled shoulder to smoulder at the crowd. Ron's cock began to fatten.

Merlin, she was breathtaking, the sexiest thing Ron had ever seen. Arousal coursed through him, the desire to touch, to take, almost overwhelming. But despite the frustration of getting to look but not touch, Ron loved this part, when the breathless anticipation of it all almost made him feel like he was twenty years younger.

Her eyes caught his and Ron's breath caught at the desire shimmering there, all for him. She might be putting on a show for the crowd, placing herself on display, but Ron knew the truth. Even when she was up there for all the world to see, she was dancing just for him.

He drained his beer as she finished her set, watching and waiting as two more girls took the stage—a busty blonde and a slender twig of a girl with dark brown skin. They were lovely and scintillating, each of them stoking Ron's arousal as they twirled and writhed in turn, though none of them held a candle to his flame-haired goddess.

It wasn't until a third girl took the stage—this one a curvy, vivacious brunette—that his red-head found him. She looked every bit as sexy as she had on stage. With a smile, she handed him another cool beer.

"I noticed you were empty," she murmured, her voice sending a shiver across Ron's skin.

"How thoughtful of you."

"It's part of the job."

He trailed his fingers over her knee and up the inside of her thigh. "And what else does your job entail?"

She lowered her lashes in faux innocence, and bit her lip. "Whatever you'd like."

"I suppose you say that to all the men."

Her grin was wicked. "Only the ones who look like they know how to please a woman."

Ron smiled and snapped one of the garters against her thigh, watching as her eyes grew dark. "You were beautiful up there."

"Thank you," she breathed, before bending over him, the tops of her breasts at eye level as her lips brushed against Ron's ear. "Did I make you hard?"

"Feel for yourself."

She wasn't shy, her hand sliding down to massage at his bulge with obvious skill. "You poor thing," she cooed. "That must be aching something terrible. Let me help you."

"I'd be much obliged."

She stood. "Let's go somewhere a little more comfortable."

He followed her towards the far wall, where he knew there were several private rooms available for the patron's enjoyment. The room she chose was large and more brightly lit then the dungeon they'd come from. There was a large bed to one side, and against a wall was another one of those plush velvet loveseats. With gentle hands, she pressed him down against the cushions, before stepping back.

Ron gulped down his beer as she reached behind herself to unhook her bra. The black material fell soundlessly to the floor, revealing two pert, perky breasts above the cinched green of her corset. Her tits bounced as she sashayed closer, and Ron's cock was so hard he thought it might burst through the fabric of his trousers.

"Do you like what you see?"

Ron growled. "You know I do."

Her eyes sparkled. "So impatient. Don't worry. I'll take care of you."

Those perfect breasts swayed in front of him as she leaned over to undo his flies, and Ron took the opportunity to suckle on one firm nipple. She shuddered and gasped, and Ron brought up a hand to fondle the other tit as he licked and sucked on the stiffening peak.

"Oh," she breathed as he pinched and bit at her nipples. "That feels good."

One of Ron's hands slid to her waist, so tight and trim and covered in emerald satin. Merlin, she was gorgeous, so young and sexy and eager. He was addicted to her, to her scent and her sex and the way that she wanted him. It made him feel invincible. Which was most definitely foolish, but despite knowing better, Ron just couldn't help himself. One seductive little smile from her, and Ron stopped caring about consequences.

She plucked his wand from his pocket as she straightened, using it to cast a Vanishing Spell on her knickers. The corset she left alone—by now, she was well aware of just how much Ron liked the sight of her in it, her waist cinched in while her breasts, arse, and fanny were easily accessible.

"Aren't you just a picture," he murmured, his voice low and wrecked already. The red thatch of curls between her thighs was already damp with arousal, and Ron wanted to bury himself there where she was hot and wet.

She grinned at him impishly, before climbing onto his lap, steadying his cock with a slim hand, and sinking down onto him with a throaty purr of contentment. Ron grabbed at her arse, clutching two handfuls of the pale flesh as molten pleasure surrounded him in a heated haze. He blinked up at her dizzily as she settled on top of him, his body slow to process the sudden deluge of sensation. Her eyes sparkled at him fondly, heat smoldering in their depths.

"Come on, Uncle Ron. Don't you want to fuck me?"

Merlin, did he ever.

Ron nodded, unwilling to argue against something they both so clearly desired. He took hold of her waist, steadying her as he began to thrust into her wildly, fucking up into her hard and fast. There was nothing sweet or careful about their coupling, no gentle words or soft caresses. This was pure sex, hot and messy and unbelievably good.

As keyed up as he'd been, and as sexy as the pretty young thing in his lap was, it didn't take long for Ron to reach the edge. His niece was close too, given the way she was panting and shaking. Ron slipped a hand down between them to help her out, his thumb circling her clit as he continued to fuck into her. He looked up at her as she came. Her walls gripped him tight as she bounced on his cock, her mouth open as she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, and those perfect tits trembling with the power of his thrusts. The image was too delicious to bear, and Ron shouted her name as he emptied himself inside her.

"Lily."

He rested his head against her breasts as he drifted down from his orgasm, her fingers sliding softly through his hair. As comfortable as he was, Ron knew he needed to get going. Hermione would be back from her book club shortly, and it would be best if Ron was at home waiting for her.

"I need to head out."

"Of course," Lily said with a laugh as she climbed off of him. "It's never good to keep Aunt Hermione waiting."

She turned around and bent over to pick up her bra. Ron knew she was doing it on purpose, giving him a perfect view of her wet cunt, his pearly seed dripping out of her and coating her thighs. He groaned, unable to resist sliding two fingers back inside her, just to feel the gripping heat. She wriggled back against him, but Ron sighed and slid back out, before slapping her once on the arse.

"I mean it, Lily. Tempting as you are, I really do need to head out."

She pouted as she turned back around. "I know. I'll just miss you is all. Nobody fucks me like you do."

He suppressed an irrational surge of possessiveness at the thought of anybody else fucking her at all. It wasn't like he had room to talk. She smiled smugly, clearly pleased at his primal reaction.

"I'll see you next week, Uncle Ron," she said sweetly, before standing on tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" Ron asked, mind racing with the possibilities. "What is it?"

'"Nuh-uh. You'll just have to show up next week to find out."

Ron gave her a slow once over, his gaze lingering on the apex of her thighs and the swell of her still-exposed breasts. He shuddered before straightening, preparing himself for his return back to respectability...at least until next week.

"I'll be here," he promised her. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Comments 
9th November 2017 22:08
UNF. That was so delicious, so dirty, so freaking hot. Ron/Lily Luna is such a guilty pleasure of mine and this was fantastic. I love all the details too--I could see everything so vividly. Awesome job! Smutty dirty wrongness is the best. :D
10th November 2017 00:42
Thanks so much, Shelly! I'm really glad you enjoyed the dirtywrong!
10th November 2017 12:34
This is just deliciously filthy! I love the way you write Ron/Lily Luna. The dirtybadwrong is always captured perfectly without it being something they feel guilty over, which just makes the whole thing even hotter in my opinion. Amazing job!
10th November 2017 16:18
Thanks, lovely!! Haha, I do have a soft spot for this filthy pairing, and I'm glad you enjoyed. :D
10th November 2017 14:07
This is so, so smoking hot! I love it feels so forbidden and intense! God, your description of Lily and the way Ron reacts to her are delicious. I love that she knows exactly what she's doing and how to get it.

"Come on, Uncle Ron. Don't you want to fuck me?"

Merlin, did he ever.

Ron nodded, unwilling to argue against something they both so clearly desired. He took hold of her waist, steadying her as he began to thrust into her wildly, fucking up into her hard and fast. There was nothing sweet or careful about their coupling, no gentle words or soft caresses. This was pure sex, hot and messy and unbelievably good.


Merlin!

And then, after they finished, she's still teasing him!

She turned around and bent over to pick up her bra. Ron knew she was doing it on purpose, giving him a perfect view of her wet cunt, his pearly seed dripping out of her and coating her thighs. He groaned, unable to resist sliding two fingers back inside her, just to feel the gripping heat.

God, yeah, it was hot, so hot! I LOVE this. Quoting Shelly, smutty, dirty wrongness is the best! :D
10th November 2017 16:21
Awww, thank you, darling!! Haha, dirty wrongness is the best, isn't it? :)
10th November 2017 19:00
Oh damn. *wheezes*
That was sizzling ans so SO wrong.
I love how crafty Ron is here, knowing his brilliant wife needs a good excuse!
And Lily...what a minx. *g*
This was SO DAMN HOT.
Fabulous job, hon! <3
10th November 2017 23:56
Thanks so much, hon! I'm really glad you enjoyed! <3
11th November 2017 21:03
Dirty and delicious :D
11th November 2017 22:29
Thanks so much!
19th November 2017 16:55
sadlfhdlshgf? I freaking LOVE this pairing, and when you add in that corset... I'm done for! This was crazy hot! I love that dirty moment when she bends over, "giving him a perfect view of her wet cunt, his pearly seed dripping out of her and coating her thighs. He groaned, unable to resist sliding two fingers back inside her, just to feel the gripping heat. She wriggled back against him..." That was, like, brain short-circuiting right there.

Great job with this, Grace! So dirtywrong and excellent!
19th November 2017 17:59
Thank you so much, lovely! I also have a thing for this pairing, and the minute I saw "corset" it immediately popped into my head, LOL. And I'm glad you liked that dirty bit at the end, I love with Lily's a bit of a tease. :D
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