Title: Put A Ring On It
Author: ragdoll
Characters/Pairings: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: cock rings, sex toys
Other Warnings: mention of premature ejaculation
Word Count: ~2500
Summary: Hermione's penchant for research usually drives Ron spare, but this time, he's reaping the benefits.
Author's Notes: Thanks to tailoredshirt/midnightblue88 for talking me through this, and ldymusyc and coffee_n_cocoa for their fabulous last minute beta services.



“You want me to put that where? Ron eyed the tiny black leather strap with much trepidation. “Hermione, have you gone completely mental?”

Hermione pursed her lips and shook her head in dissent. “According to Cosmagickal, toys like these are supposed to enhance the sexual experience.”

The strap looked less like a toy and more like an instrument of torture to Ron, especially the wicked looking silver cylinder that was attached to one end.

“It says right here,” Hermione held up a small pamphlet with a cartoon of a saucy looking witch on the cover who winked at Ron, “that ‘a man may wear a cock ring because he wants to prolong erection or because he likes the particular sensation of tightness and extreme engorgement that wearing one provides. Some men enjoy using cock rings for masturbation, as wearing of this sex toy contributes to better erections and delays orgasm, thus it intensifies orgasmic sensations. Also vibrating cock rings deliver a great range of very pleasurable vibrations that enhance enjoyment for both partners.’”

Ron scowled. “I don’t need to enhance my experience or delay anything. It’s quite brilliant the way it is. And if I put that—that thing on my todger, I don’t expect it to do anything but cut off the blood supply and make it fall off. Which would rather ruin the experience for me and you, I should think. Not to mention prevent me from creating any future Weasleys from coming into being.”

“Actually,” Hermione countered, “as long as you still possessed a scrotum, you wouldn’t—”

“HERMIONE!” Ron roared.

“Besides, it couldn’t possibly fall off. The pamphlet specifically points out that it's best to take it off after about twenty minutes. ‘Pay attention to the penis; it should never turn white or cold or go numb. These are clear signs you've had the cock ring on too long.’ I would never let it go for more than twenty minutes. I wouldn’t want to cause any permanent harm, and I’m not really certain if an Episkey would fix it.” She looked back up at him pointedly. “Although we’ve never actually achieved twenty minutes yet—”

“Yes, we have!” Ron exclaimed, his ears already burning.

“Not having intercourse, we haven’t,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Let’s face it, Ron, you have what the Muggles would call ‘a hair trigger’. I just wanted to make things better for you when we...”

“It’s just fine, thank you.” They had been shagging ever since Hermione had left school. There had never been much of a discussion about future plans; she’d just moved into Number 12 Grimmauld Place with him and Harry as soon as she’d finished up at Hogwarts, spending her days training at a Wizarding legal firm, and her nights in Ron’s bed. Luckily, there were plenty of rooms in the old house and the walls were thick. Harry hadn’t minded at all.

While it was true that Ron couldn’t last very long when they were doing that, he hadn’t thought it was that much of a problem. Especially when he more than made up for it with what he did to (and for) Hermione in other ways. She’d certainly never seemed to mind before this.

“Fine. I just thought—” Hermione stuffed the pamphlet back into her bag, then stormed out of the room, her cheeks blazing.

“Hermione!” Ron shouted after her. “Her-mio-nee!” He knew he was in the shit now. He shoved the leather strap — cock ring — into the pocket of his jeans and went tearing after her.

He found her in their bedroom, a pile of assorted rubbish from her purse spilled out on the bed in front of her. She was sorting through things angrily, clearly taking great pleasure in balling up odd scraps of paper and sweet wrappers and tossing them into the bin.

“Hermione—” he started softly.

She raised her head, glaring at him. “What?”

“I’m...I’m sorry,” he blurted. “Look if using this thing is that important to you, I’ll try it. Once.”

“That’s all I’m asking, Ron. I love you and I just want things to be good for both of us. I really thought...”

“I know. I know.” Slowly, he edged his way towards her, finally settling down next to her with the utmost care, poised to spring up and run if he thought she might not be mollified. “I just wish you’d asked me before rushing out to buy some sort of aid.” He put his arm around her shoulders, brushing his fingers lightly against her bare arm.

“You’re right,” she said with a nod, then leaned her head against him, her curls tickling his chin. “I'm sorry. And we’ll just try it once. If you don’t like it or it’s uncomfortable, we’ll never use it again. I promise.”

Ron pressed his lips to the crown of her head, squeezing her gently. “This does mean we get to shag, doesn’t it?”

Hermione responded with a swift smack. “It most certainly does.”

~*~

Ron couldn’t help but feel nervous as he waited for Hermione to get out of the bathroom. He fiddled with the ring, flipping the thin leather over and over in the palm of his hands. He was naked, sitting back on his haunches, his knees starting to ache from the position. “Hermione! You haven’t got lost, have you?”

“I’m right here.”

He looked up to see her in the doorway, his breath catching in his throat. She looked beautiful, dressed in lingerie: black fishnet stockings, black lace over periwinkle satin bra and knickers, and a matching short satin dressing gown. Ron had bought the lingerie for her for their first night together; it was the same colour as the dress she’d worn to the Yule Ball in their fourth year, and he loved to see her in it.

His cock twitched at the sight of her.

“Oh!” Hermione exclaimed, scurrying to his side. “The instructions say you should put the ring on while you’re semi-erect.”

“Well, you’d better be quick about it then,” Ron replied, taking in a deep breath and willing his cock to stay at half-mast for at least a little while longer. He held out the cock ring, dangling it in front of her.

Hermione snatched it up immediately, then bent over him to deal with the task at hand. “Don’t move.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Ron said through gritted teeth. Drawing in another breath, he tensed, unsure of what to expect. Her fingers were warm and soft against his skin as she grabbed his shaft in one hand, his bollocks in the other. He felt her pulling the ring taut, and heard a loud click as she snapped it into place. It was tight, but not uncomfortable. Not at all. In fact, it was rather pleasurable, like when he fisted himself as tight as he could while wanking, a level of pressure no one else had ever managed to duplicate.

“There.” Hermione looked up, studying his face, her expression one of concern. “I-it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

Ron shook his head. “No. It feels— I dunno, different?” His body certainly wasn’t averse to the sensation — his cock sprang to life, now fully erect. He glanced down at it, looking at the snug black leather strip as it lay against his skin, surrounded by coarse ginger hair. It might’ve been his imagination, but his cock looked thicker than it ever had before."Not bad though.”

Hermione let out a sigh of relief.

Reaching for her, Ron pulled her in for a long, languid kiss, burying his fingers in her hair. Hermione moaned against his lips, pressing herself against him, the soft, slippery fabric of her lingerie rubbing against his skin. She worked her fingers between their bodies, wrapping her hand around his cock, beginning to stroke lightly.

Ron arched into her touch, beginning to pump into her hand in time with her strokes. Hermione always amazed him with her ability to know just how and where to touch him for maximum effect. He suspected she’d pored over a million books on sexual techniques in order to get it right. It had been incredible from the very first time they’d been intimate — his only regret was that it had taken so long to get there. It would’ve made their agonizing trip hunting for Horcruxes a lot more tolerable for a start.

As she continued to work him with her hands, Ron kissed along the line of her jaw, then licked and nibbled down her neck to the hollow of her throat. His hands closed around her breasts, caressing them through her bra, before unfastening the clasp in the front, pushing aside the cups to touch bare skin. He groaned with pleasure at the sight, licking his lips before lowering his head and drawing her already hardened nipple into his mouth.

Hermione gasped and squirmed as he sucked on one side, then the other, continuing to caress and fondle her. His cock was throbbing with a pleasurable ache, the cock ring’s constriction only adding to his arousal. Meanwhile Hermione had reached around to fondle his arse, her fingertips brushing along the firm flesh and the cleft between his cheeks.

Ron moved his kisses further downward, along the line of her ribcage to her belly, pausing to stick his tongue in her navel, making her shriek and wriggle. Hermione always made the most brilliant noises when they messed about...

“Oooooh, Ron,” she crooned. She let go of him long enough to work her knickers over her hips, starting to strip them off in haste.

“Oi, not so fast. Let me do that,” he insisted, helping her pull them off entirely, leaving her in just her lace topped stockings. “You know how much I like to undress you.” For Ron, the only thing nicer than Hermione in lingerie was naked Hermione out of it.

Hermione blushed even as the corner of her mouth curled up into a knowing smile. “Well, yes. But I didn’t want to wait. We’ve only got so much time while you’re wearing that ring.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s not exactly the way to keep me interested, you know.”

Her response was to push him back flat against the mattress, then scoot up to straddle his legs. He could feel the heat and wetness coming off her as she slid up a little farther, her hands already back on his cock. She brushed her fingers lightly down the shaft, and around the base. He heard another slight ‘click’ followed by a low humming noise, and felt a warm slow pulse emanating from the vicinity of the ring. “What the—”

“It vibrates,” Hermione explained. “It’s to make us both feel good.” She shifted slightly, raising herself up onto her knees. Her eyes fixed on Ron’s, she positioned herself over his cock, then eased herself down, sheathing him inside her.

Ron groaned, bucking up to meet her, grabbing her hips to hold her fast on top of him. They were still new to this, still trying to sort out what fit where and what felt best. Hermione was forever insisting on trying new positions while he preferred to get the hang of the old ones first, but this time, she had been right. The sensation of being so deep inside her never grew old, and the view from beneath was beyond thrilling. He could have watched her breasts bounce from this angle for hours.

It only got better when she ground her hips against his, her arse pressing firmly against his thighs. “Blimey, Hermione, that feels fantastic!”

Biting her lower lip, Hermione nodded in agreement, then undulated against him again. Ron rocked up against her, then down again, beginning to move in short, shallow thrusts. She threw her head back, eyes closed, and moaned loudly. The sound shot through him, like a jolt of electricity straight down his spine.

He continued to move, gripping her tightly to keep her in place. It didn’t take long before she was crying out with each little thrust, writhing on top of him enthusiastically. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked, her back arched, her breasts jutting forward as her long, wild hair spilled over her shoulders and her back. Her breath was growing ragged as her moans grew in intensity. Ron’s cock and bollocks were throbbing painfully, but he ignored his own needs, focusing solely on Hermione’s pleasure.

It didn’t take long — a few harder thrusts and she was coming, shuddering and shaking violently against him. She keened his name, digging her nails into his arm as she clutched at him, finally slowing, then stilling above him.

Leaning forwards, she bent her head to kiss him, resting lightly against his chest. To Ron’s surprise, she clenched around him from the inside, sending him reeling, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head.

“Do that again,” he pleaded, his voice rough with need.

“Uh huh,” Hermione breathed. She repeated the motion while she captured his mouth with her own. The sensation sent shockwaves coursing through him. He jerked up to meet her, thrusting with abandon as she captured his mouth with his own, swallowing his feral and desperate groans. His vision exploded to white, every nerve on fire as he came, spilling hard and fast into her.

It took a few minutes before he regained awareness, Hermione kissing and soothing him as he came down. She rolled off him, grabbing his still-hard cock, and yanked the ring off. Ron felt a palpable sense of relief as the intense pressure dissipated and blood began to flow back into his bits.

He pulled Hermione back down next to him, kissing her softly. “I love you,” he whispered. “I even love your mad ideas. That was...amazing.”

“I love you too," she replied, returning his kiss. "It didn’t hurt you too much, did it? I had planned to set a timing spell to make sure we knew when twenty minutes was up, but then I got caught up in what we were doing and I forgot.” Her contrite expression made him laugh.

“Hermione, it was fine,” Ron said with a chuckle. “Of course, you’re always welcome to check and make certain nothing’s fallen off.” He put one arm back, resting his head against his forearm, looking smug. “Preferably with your mouth. You know I like it when you—”

She snorted, then gave him a little smack. “I’d have thought you’d be worn out by now.”

“I’m a bloke, a red-blooded twenty year old wizard. Haven’t you sussed out yet that we never get worn out?”

“I’m beginning to realise that.” Hermione settled in the crook of his arm, curling around him and playing lightly with his chest hair. “I promise I’ll give you a thorough looking over in a little while. Provided you do the same for me, of course.”

“What for? You didn’t have to put on some weird Muggle contraption and—” Ron started, then abruptly shut his mouth as he caught her glare. “Oh, yes. Right. Definitely need to do damage inspection. Just in case anything went amiss.”

Hermione grinned, then snuggled closer before kissing him again.“That’s more like it.”

Ron could only lie back and be thankful of his good fortune in having such a brilliant girlfriend, and to wonder how long it would take before they could do it again.