can i get a fanfic of neville longbottom being a fat chud at the esrly years and getting buillied by ron and harry but then in the later years (deathly hallows around) he plans to steal hermione and ginger from them. make sure they both fall in love and share him equally while neville becomes a dominating fuckboy. *plot twist make it so that he dumps those whores and actually seduces harry and ron and makes them submissive to him*
summary : ron fingered you before class and now you can't focus 😇
wc - 383
"eyes on your own parchment, finnigan," professor vector murmured without looking up from her desk. the rustling of quills paused for half a second before resuming, louder now, as if everyone had simultaneously remembered to breathe again. you shifted in your seat, thighs pressing together under the desk. the scratch of ink on paper sounded unnaturally loud in your ears, your own quill hovering uselessly over question three: describe the practical applications of the inception charm in modern alchemical processes (15 points)
15 points and you had nothing.
your foot tapped twice against the leg of your stool left, right before you caught yourself. the movement made something twinge low in your abdomen, a dull echo of earlier that made your teeth sink into your lower lip.
"thirty minutes remaining," vector announced, and a collective groan rippled through the room. you stared at the whorls in the wooden desktop instead of your half-empty parchment, tracing one with your fingertip. the grain felt rough under your skin, like the calloused pads of ron’s fingers when they’d...
"psst." a folded square of parchment landed next to your elbow, interrupting your thoughts.
you glanced sideways just in time to see hermione’s eyebrows climbing toward her hairline as she deliberately looked away, the picture of innocence. you unfolded the note with a quiet crinkle.
are you ill? you’re flushed.
you pressed your knees tighter together under the desk, feeling the fabric of your robes slide against your thighs, rough in some places, suspiciously damp in others. the note trembled slightly in your fingers as you scrawled back.
just tired. exam nerves. why, do i look like i’ve been fingered behind the greenhouses?
you folded the piece of paper before passing the note back, careful to not bring any attention to yourself.
the ink on your parchment had smudged where your sweating palm had rested. you wiped your hand on your robe, but the phantom sensation lingered. ron’s broad fingers working you open against the stone wall near the herbology shed, his other hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the sounds you hadn’t realized you were making until his thumb pressed down on your tongue. the memory made your quill snap in half with a tiny *crack*. seamus jumped beside you.
"everything alright there?" he muttered, peering at your ruined exam. you nodded wordlessly.
18+ charatcers and content. Please be mindful of what you read.
Mostly foreplay, brieftly mentioned Afab reader
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"This is so fucked up." You whisper against Ron's lips, looking into his eyes for a moment.
Ron chuckled, a smirk growing onto his face meshing perfectly with the flush red of his skin. The kiss only grew harsher as the two of you finally made it to the bedroom door, his hand searching haphazrdly before managing to push it open.
You stumbled into the room, watching as Ron closed the door behind him. His face had shifted into more of a smile than the smirk. You found yourself laughing slightly as he almost fell over the raised corner of the rug, making him do the same with a mumbled line of it not being funny.
He followed as you sat on the bed, his lips making their way back to yours as you moved yourself to sit against the headboard. Your arms rested on his shoulders as his held your face softly. It felt much softer than the moment was, than any of it should be.
"You're such a good kisser." Ron whispered, trying to move impossibly closer to you.
"So are you." You replied, using it to catch your breath. You looked at Ron, then around to the decor of the room, bringing your mind back. "Are we really doing this?" You felt bad, but it didn't look as if the man in front of you had any concerns.
"Depends." He started, sitting back slighty and fixing a piece of your fallen hair. "Are you going to say yes?"
The question made you pause, only then you noticed the slight worry in Ron's eyes. One of his hands still on your face, thumb grazing your cheekbone while the other sat on your waist. Taking it all in you found your answer fairly fast, it was the only time you even questioned it.
"No." Rons face softened, lips curling. "I was hesitant but there is no way I want to now." To prove your words by pressing your lips back against his which were qickly reciprocated.
The freckled hand moved down, sliding underneath the waistband of your pants. He smiled against you as you gasped, keeping his hand above your underwear and testingly running his hand against you, sending shivers through you as he ghosted over your clit.
"Good." Lips moved from yours to placing soft kisses against your cheek, moving slowly towards your neck. "Just don't tell Fred we fucked in his bed when you reject him."
i would love to read a poly romione + ronarry fic where harry and hermione have very strong but purely platonic feelings towards eachother, and both are in love with ron and are aware the other is also into ron, and they talk about it and come to find that they'd be okay with sharing ron if he were to want it too
so they try to make advances on ron that hint at their interest in him and spend more private time together to talk about it. meanwhile ron is also in love with both of them but his insecure ass is like "there's no way they could love me back romantically... the two of them would be a much better couple... in fact they've been spending more one on one time together without me so maybe they're already dating and don't want to tell me... it's so messed up that i'm pining after BOTH of my best friends, who are probably in love with one another instead... i'm so bloody pathetic... 😔" so he doesn't really register/believe in the attempted flirting
|an: i missed writing lol and it’s hp season so i wanted to write for my man crush 4L since nobody writes enough abt him smh. also listened to what you need by the weeknd while writing this.
feel free to send me any ron or fred asks!
pure smut btw!
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you’d been spending the last few weeks of summer at the burrow with the weasleys, just as tradition called for. except this year, you and ron had made things official between the two of you. ronald had always been your kryptonite. his pouty, pink lips, button nose, bright blue eyes, toned biceps, and thick thighs. now he was finally yours, yours to kiss, to hold, to fuck. to make feel good.
you were so worked up from earlier. watching ron and his older brothers joking around together, roughhousing around the burrow in his white wife beater and low-hung plaid pajama bottoms. all you could think about was how badly you wanted to rip them off of him. you felt yourself getting wetter and hotter as you watched him shove fred for a joke he had made about his love for his favorite quidditch team.
ron had gotten so muscly this year; you wanted so badly to feel him roughhouse you, to throw you around, to overpower you with his strength as he pleasured you and—
“what are you so deep in thought about, hm?” fred said as he collapsed on the couch next to you.
“oh... nothing. where’s ron?” you'd said as you clenched your thighs together, upset as you noticed his presence was no longer there, no longer around for you to gawk at.
“your boyfriend went upstairs to get ready for bed, i reckon. it’s getting late; you might want to start heading up there too, don’t you think?” the older brother whispered in your ear; without hesitation, you stood up and made your way into ron’s room, knowing exactly what you wanted, what you needed.
opening his door, you found ron sat on his bed, back against the headboard, tinkering with a trinket his brothers had given to him. you make eye contact as you swiftly shut the door behind you and make your way to your boyfriend.
you reckon he’s felt the same way today too, as no words are exchanged between the two of you, yet the sexual tension hangs thick over the room. he looks up at you with those big, blue eyes, and you can feel the pulse of your heat as you grab his trinket from his hands and place it on his bedside table.
he knows; he knows exactly what you want, what you need. he’s never done it before, but he’s never wanted to pleasure you so badly before. you look so sexy in your white, lacy tank top that hugs your curves in all the right ways and accentuates your breasts, the way your sleep shorts fit perfectly on your waist, the way that your long hair runs down your back, and the way that your skin glows with lust. lips pink and bitten raw and eyes lidded low, pupils dilated with want.
you pull one leg over his lap and straddle him as he wastes no time placing his hands on your hips to guide you there. you greet him with a warm, wet, and passionate kiss, pressing your hot pussy down onto his semi-hard cock.
he can feel the pulse of your pussy through your thin sleep shorts on his dick, groaning at the sensation. he realizes how worked up his poor girl has been all day; he knows exactly what his baby needs from him.
you whimper and rut your clit against his hard cock as his large, calloused hands roam your hot body. he places his hand at the small of your back and flips the two of you over with your back against the mattress.
“is this what you wanted, my love?” he says as he lowers himself face to face with your clothed cunt.
you look down at him and nod slowly as you abuse your bottom lip with your teeth. ron understands how long you must’ve been waiting for this to be so dumb off the few moments of friction you shared.
ron wastes no time sliding your shorts and panties off of your body in one fluid motion. you felt his large, calloused hands on your warm, sticky thighs, spreading your legs apart as he stared at your bare, wet pussy from between your legs with wide eyes.
oh fuck
he has no idea how to do this.
“baby, do you need help?” you ask, staring down at him into his eyes as he slowly nods; he’s gotten shy and a little embarrassed that he took it this far without knowing what to do. but you feel the opposite; as a matter of fact, it kinda turns you on even more.
“don’t feel embarrassed, my love; just start with small licks, yeah? can you do that for me, ron?” you said to him, the tone of your voice, and the affection laced within your words makes his cock leak with anticipation as he begins to do exactly what you told him to.
you feel ron’s warm, wet tongue softly lick a stripe along your clit, the feeling sending fireworks through your abdomen. you whimper as you throw your head back while he continues to lap at your clit with small, unsure motions.
you grip his head of hair, letting him know he’s doing everything right, encouraging him to venture out on his own and begin letting your moans dictate the way his tongue moves against your aching pussy.
his tongue works magic on your pussy as he flattens his tongue out more, licking longer stripes along your folds and sucking on your clit as he reaches the top, his spit mixing with your juices and coating his chin as he sucks and laps at your cunt.
it’s all too much as he messily and hungrily eats your pussy, the feeling of the wetness he created dripping down your cunt and thighs, the sounds of him slurping away at your clit, and the eye contact he’s making with you as he does so.
“ron, i can’t—i’m gonna cum. oh fuck,” you whisper shakily as you bite your bottom lip raw from muffling your own moans. one of your legs locking up and shaking from their position that he keeps them held up in the air.
without words, he takes it upon himself to lap at just your clit in a rapid, continuous motion that he thinks you seemingly enjoyed the most. this sends you over the edge completely. gripping at his hair tightly as you throw your head back into his pillow once more.
assuming you’ve finished, by the way, your limbs went limp, he placed a final, lasting kiss on your clit before finding his way back up to face you as he placed another kiss on your warm, red lips.
“did i do well?” he asked boastfully, a grin plastered across his face, assuming he already knows the answer to this question due to the state you’re in.
“mhmm…” was all you could muster up, as the kiss was all you needed to drift off into a satisfied sleep in your boyfriend's arms.
i feel like ron would have a babbling problem. like, he can’t stfu the closer he gets to cumming, so you have fun finding different ways to occupy his mouth while you suck him off or ride him. first instinct is sitting on his face or to shove your fingers into his mouthngh
random things i like about ron that were at least mentioned once in the books,
-ron hair smells good, at least hermione loves it
-ron makes tea when someone is upset
-his breathing when sleeping is calm and rhythmic (harry said he was able to sleep bc of it lol. i think in ootp but not sure)
-he called out a portrait (i think) saying he had freckles and not some other thing. he’s so cute i wanna cry
-HES SO TALL AND LANKY AND HAS BLUE EYES AND BRIGHT HAIR AND FAIR EYELASHES. I HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM (adult-ron, pls, don’t misunderstand me)
-ron’s pyjamas are always a tiny bit too short on him
-ron threw a crocodile heart at draco
-ron punched draco in the battle of hogwarts (that being draco’s last appearance until the epilogue)
-ron looking at hermione in hbp even if they were mad. and wanting to talk to her after christmas (and other few times) with no luck :(
-ron spying on hermione and asking people from other houses about her to find out what she was up to during 3rd year when they weren’t speaking to each other
-ron said that bill always understood him and i love that bc considering his relationship with his other siblings this warms my heart
-ron literally seeing the bright side of things and being always happy for his friends, encouraging them.
i weep anytime i think about how ron was the first person harry found that loved him (aside obviously his parents but he doesn’t remember. i’m strictly talking about what he remembers) and he found love for the first time in him. years back when i went to the hp london studios i was the only one crying when i saw tiny ron and harry at the train. they’re everything to me bye.
perv!ron giving into the urge to relieve his boner while sitting at a table at the three broomsticks sounds so hot 😭 HEAR ME OUT. reader whos sitting across from him picks up on this and decides to tease him (and maybe pretends to drop a fork…?👀), while the others at the table are seemingly not paying attention.
ill leave it up to you to decide who theyre sitting with and if they get caught or not 🤭🙀
☆｡° Thinking ‘bout perv!Ron giving into his urges at dinner…
cw: 18+!, mdni, perv!Ron, reader is Harry’s sister, Public masturbation, Ron kind of did things the complicated way because i feel like perv!Ron would be kind of stupid, mentions of Ron watching seemingly unaware reader masturbate, panty stealing, panty sniffing, reader is also kind of pervy, Ron gets caught by Harry lmao
a/n: first time writing in foreverr since the past week has been so busy 💔💔 Hopefully a Draco ask next, then i get to work on my boys Fred and George again ! (hoping to get all asks finished soon !)
The Gryffindor quidditch team sat around at a table at three broomsticks. The sound of celebratory chatter echoing off the walls of the building. Gryffindor won against Slytherin in today’s quidditch game, so the team decided why not celebrate by going to the three broomsticks?
It wasn’t just the team, a couple friends sat around at the table too. One of those friends being Harry’s sister who was sat across from her brother’s best friend.
Your nails were freshly done. The colour sticking out against the silver of the fork in your hand as you twirled the utensil in your noodles. Your focus on your brother as he discussed with the others about whatever one of the Slytherins did during the game that ticked him off. You decided to wear a simple, black off the shoulder short dress.
The cleavage of your breasts was noticeable thanks to the low cut of the fabric- And boy was it distracting Ron, whom, by the way, was your brother’s best friend.
Ron knew it was wrong to look at his best friend’s sister like this, but he couldn’t help it. You always managed to look so effortlessly attractive. And the sight of your cleavage certainly wasn’t helping with the boner he already had due to the magazine he was looking at before coming here.
He could feel the heat in his face spreading to his ears as you looked at him. His gaze instantly changing to look at the side as he ‘innocently’ took a sip of his butterbear.
You grinned as you looked away. Adjusting in your seat to push your chest out more. Sighing as you tuned back into the conversation going on with your brother and his friends, all while watching Ron out of the corner of your eye.
Ron side eyed you to see if you were still looking, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw that you weren’t. His eyes were then immediately drawn back to your chest- which were now more on display for him than before. If he ‘didn’t know better’, he would have thought you’d done it on purpose.
He looked back down towards his food, stuffing a bunch of chicken into his mouth while he eyed the bump straining against his jeans. Fuck, he wanted to deal with that so bad. It was practically painful how hard he was at this point.
Looking back up, Ron’s eyes scanned over the table and faces of his friends before his eyes darted to your cleavage then his pants. He bit his lip, his mind working at a million miles per minute as he debated on what to do.
What was he debating on doing? On relieving his boner in public of course. He would be lying if he were to say that the risk wasn’t turning him on even more. And he’d be a fool to pass up on an opportunity to get off to the sight of your tits that he had right in front of him.
Cautiously looking around the table, he snaked one of his hands down into his lap. Sucking in a deep breath as fiddled with the zipper of his jeans.
Your brows furrowed as you watched Ron’s actions out of the side of your eye. ‘What in the bloody hell was he doing?’ You thought to yourself. Why was he looking around the table so cautiously?
You just closed your eyes and mentally shook your head, looking back towards the rest of the table as you dismissed your curiosity away.
Ron bit his lip, attempting to appear nonchalant as he pulled his zipper down while stuffing a big piece of chicken into his mouth. Mentally cursing himself as he came to his next obstacle: Getting his pants down.
His movements momentarily halted as he sipped on his butterbear. Cautiously looking around to make sure that no one was looking at or near him. Then lifted his hips just enough to get his pants down enough before plopping back down onto his wooden seat.
Eyeing the table again to make sure no one was looking, he planted his right elbow back onto the table and continued eating. All while his eyes seemingly found its way back towards your chest.
Shit, this was risky. He knew it. But it’s not like he was that popular anyways, so who cares? besides if he must, he can use spells to risk away the memory someone would have of catching him.
His breath hitched in his throat as he ran his hand over his bulge, the slight touch already pleasureful.
With his heart practically beating in his ears, he pulled his cock out of his boxers, which were already practically soaked with precum, making for an easy type of ‘lube’ that he could spread over his cock.
He had to bite back a moan as he ran his hand- soaked with his own precum over his cock. Looking downwards and blocking out the conversation around him.
He looked back up towards your breasts and felt his cock twitch in his hand. God, the way the light shined against the roundness of your breasts was bloody beautiful. It made them looked so… shiny? in a way. He bit his lip hard while shamelessly staring at your tits. Imagining that their flesh was the pleasure he felt over his cock instead of his own hand.
“Shit..” He let out surprisingly quiet. Screwing his eyes shut as he imagined the sight of you giving him a blowjob. Rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock and imagining it was your tongue.
You, however, being directly infront of him, still heard his words leave his mouth and looked at him confused, just for even more confusion to envelope you as you saw the state he was in.
Hunched over, biting his lip, food forgotten and face red.
Raising a brow you scrutinized him closely, debating on kicking his leg to get his attention before you noticed the slight movement of his arm.
And that’s when it clicked- what he was doing. Biting his lip.. uneven breathing.. hunched posture.. red face.. you should’ve realized the second you looked at him.
You smirked, attempting to hold back a full on grin from forming on your face. Shifting in your seat as you didn’t bother hiding how you were staring at him. This was the boldest move he’s ever made. Doing something so risky in public. Well, perhaps his second boldest.
Coming first would definitely be when he snuck into your dorm. Thankfully for you, you were messing with your brother’s invisibility cloak, so Ron didn’t see you sitting on your bed while he snuck in.
You remember the night clear as day. You were messing around with the invisibility cloak that you stole from your brother’s suitcase- trying on some new lingerie you bought under it. Then you heard the door open, and instead of seeing one of your roommates, you saw Ron. And you couldn’t lie, you were quite amused watching him stroll cautiously into your room towards your dresser drawer and look around for your panties. Could you say it surprised you? No, not when you’ve caught him getting off to you masturbating and sniffing your panties before. You knew all about is pervy habits.
Your eyes darted down to your butter knife that was along the edge of the table and then glanced back to Ron. What’s the harm in playing along a bit?
You hummed nonchalantly, setting your elbows on the table and ‘accidentally’ knocking the butter knife over onto the floor. The clattering of the utensil momentarily catching everyone’s attention and halting Ron’s movements.
You let out an innocent chuckle and soft “Oops” as you got up to get it. The others laughing at you while your brother rolled his eyes, the chatter quickly starting up again.
Ron, however, watched your every movement as you got up and stepped over to your knife that fell. He could feel his breath catching in his throat as you turned your back to him. Was he really going to get this lucky? When he was already so close to bliss?
And then you bent down to pick up the utensil. Your skirt to your already smaller dress started riding up your thighs and stopping rather teasingly just below your ass.
Ron gawked at the sight, immediately trying to paint the image into his mind, framing it and putting it on a pedestal.
He wasn’t gonna waste this perfect moment, so he continued working his hand on his cock. Letting out a choked noise as he almost let out a moan. Staring shamelessly at the revealed flesh of your thighs. The light emphasizing every curve of your thighs in such a delicious way that had his cock twitching even more in his hand.
You smirked as you grabbed your knife, hearing that noise that Ron let out. Such a shameless pervert, it was cute in its own way.
You leaned back up, fixing your necklace. Leaving your skirt bunched up as you did so. Acting completely unaware to the fact that your brother’s best friend was staring at your body while jerking off in public.
Ron’s mouth gaped open as you got up. Your dress looked so fucking good on you. Hugging your body so perfectly. The bunched up skirt of your dress left your thighs on display for him. His eyes roamed from up to down your body, landing on your black heels. The strap of them wrapping around your ankles.
Jesus, you looked so fucking sexy. He couldn’t help but tighten his grip on his cock as he continued his movements, feeling the coil in his stomach threaten to snap.
You finally fixed the skirt of your dress once you fixed your necklace. Pulling it down your legs and smoothing down the fabric.
With the light and the fabric around your ass tightening as you pulled it down, Ron could see the outline of your thong that you were wearing, fabric straining against the confines of your dress.
That was the last thing he needed to be coming undone. Thick ropes of cum painting both his hand the bottom of his table.
When he came it was like the rest of the world became nonexistent. Missing the way you smirked at his panting form as you sat back down. Thank lord for the loud chatter or else surely everyone would have heard his loud pants.
As his orgasm finally came to an end, he regained his senses. Biting his lip as he stared down at his now soft cock and cum covered hand. ‘Shit… how am i supposed to clean this?’ He thought to himself as he looked up around the table. His eyes momentarily darting to you who was looking at everyone else on the table, smile on your face as you started engaging in conversation with Ginny.
He looked back down at the table towards Harry’s plate, perhaps he had a napkin? But instead of seeing a napkin, he saw Harry staring dead at him. ‘Shit..’
Ron’s eyes slowly made their way up to meet Harry’s, and what he saw was a look of shock, bewilderment and disgust. Harry’s body looking as if it was just hit with a freezing spell as it sat completely still. Only his eyes moving as he examined Ron.
Ron gulped, silently praying that Harry wouldn’t make the connection that he was getting off to his sister.
Harry narrowed his eye slightly as he seemingly snapped out of his intense stage of shock. Shaking his head slightly before continuously looking from Ron’s face down to a spot on Ron’s sweater.
Ron’s eyes immediately darted down once he registered what Harry was saying with eye movements, and he could feel his body freeze.
Sitting right there, on his dark blue sweater, was a splatter of his cum.
He stayed looking there for a couple seconds before slowly meeting Harry’s eyes again. Asking silently with a look in his eyes for help.
im not one to make posts ab other characters but sometimes ideas just pop into your head and this was one of them, enjoy this lil drabble
something about the way he knew exactly what he was doing, and knew it drove you crazy.
it’s no surprise to anyone that ron weasley has a habit of eating whatever he pleases, scarfing his food down as quickly as it appears on his plate; what? he’s hungry.
the first time you found your way stumbling back into ron’s dorm, his hands roaming your waist as he kissed you hungrily you didn’t expect it to go in the direction it did. of course a heated makeout session was a gateway to something more, however when he pushed you back onto his bed and kneeled down between your legs, eyes on yours for the permission to do exactly what he wanted to do..
your heart raced and cheeks flushed, realizing your new current situation; staring down at ron weasley between your legs looking like he’s ready to rip your clothes off to get to his meal the second you say the word. a simple slow nod from you was all it took for him to rip your bottoms down, underwear falling with as he hummed deeply in satisfaction seeing your soaked core.
“seems like someone’s excited” he chuckled, leaning forward and kissing teasingly slow up your thigh, purposely avoiding where you truly need him and kissing the opposite thigh, biting down gently and looking back up at you. “what do you need y/n” he smirked up at you, knowing exactly what you needed simply wanting to hear you say the words.
your heart pounded at the anticipation and excitement of your newfound situation, chest rising and falling as you stared down at him “please just touch me” you looked at him with desperate eyes. no more words were exchanged between the two of you, his head diving between your thighs and eagerly lapping at your neediness, groaning at the taste.
his movements doubled as he heard your pleasure filled moans begin to escape your lips, your hands mindlessly move to grip at his fiery auburn hair making him feel more confident in his movements. he moved his left arm to hold your legs apart, his right arm meeting your wet entrance and pushing two fingers in. sucking at your clit as he curled his long fingers to hit your g-spot, your back arched up on the bed as you gripped at his hair harder moaning his name.
your hips began to try and roll against his face but his arm quickly held you back in place, pulling his fingers out and holding you with both arms. his mouth doing all the work now as he devoured your wet pussy. his tongue licking you up and down and then tongue fucking you, sucking at your clit again.
he could tell you were already close to your release, somehow going even faster in everything; he brought his hand back to your core and stuck his fingers back in and curling them whilst pumping them in and out, licking and sucking at your clit in expert movements successfully managing to make you cum harder than you had ever before; legs shaking as you moved your hand to cover your mouth as you moaned uncontrollably at his relentless speed.
“fuck..s’too much” you moaned behind your hand your words muffled as he lapped up your cum, his pace didnt falter until your pleas became louder the pleasure becoming overstimulating, pulling out his fingers and sucking them clean “you taste fucking heavenly” he panted, looking up at you with a wet mouth and messy hair a smirk planted on his face knowing he made you feel amazing.
you blushed and laid back, catching your own breath and staring up thinking about what just happened and how good he was at giving you head. he stood up and walked to grab a small towel, gently wiping you clean before cleaning his own mouth; laying onto the bed with you and handing you your underwear.
the two of you settled in his bed, his arms wrapped around your waist and tracing lazy circles to soothe you. “you can take a nap if you’d like, must be exhausted” he said the last part with a smirk though he did want you to feel comfortable. you just hummed and closed your eyes adjusting your head onto his chest and slowly drifting into peaceful sleep.
this idea lowkey popped into my head a few days ago but i didn’t write it bc idk how it’s gonna do 😭
summary : you and hermione basically slutting out ron lollol
this is not proofread 😓
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀"hm merlin's beard, ron, stop talking" hermione gasped, her thighs clamping tight around his head as she grounded herself against his mouth. his muffled protests were barely audible beneath her, half-drowned in slick heat, his usual sharp tongue too occupied to retaliate.
you grinned down at ron from where you straddled his hips, rolling your own in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had his fingers digging into your waist. the flush creeping up his freckled covered chest was almost as satisfying as the way his cock twitched inside you every time hermione rocked back against his face. "not so smug now, are you?" you teased, dragging a nail lightly down his sternum just to watch him squirm.
ron groaned, the sound vibrating against hermione, and she shuddered, one hand fisting in his hair while the other braced against the headboard. "bloody—fuck—" he tried, but hermione cut him off with a sharper roll of her hips, her breath hitching when his tounge flicked at the right angle.
ron bucked beneath you, his hips jerking in a desperate, wordless plea, but you pressed your palms flat against his chest, holding him firmly in place. his groan was half frustration, half helpless arousal, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the way his fingers flexed against your waist, like he was debating whether to fight or surrender.
"what is it ron?" your voice was soft, feigning innocence, slowing your movements to an almost teasing crawl, your body lifting just enough to deny him the friction he craved. "ya need something?"
hermione caught on to your teaseful tone instantly, her rhythm stuttering to match yours. she pulled back just enough to let ron gasp for air, her fingers still tangled in his hair as she arched a brow down at him. "shes not a mindreader, ronald. tell her what you want." her thighs tightened around his head again, but this time she didn’t let him dive back in, hovering just out of reach. his whine was deliciously pathetic.
ron’s chest heaved, "you’re both evil," he managed, though the way his hips twitched upward betrayed him. his hands slid from your waist to your hips, fingers digging in like he was trying to coax you back into motion. "c’mon..i want..I want.. more.." his bottom lip jutted out a bit his hoarse and low.
you tilted your head, pretending to consider it as you traced idle circles on his stomach with your fingertips.
"I don’t know. that didn’t sound very polite." you glanced at hermione, who was biting her lip to keep from giggling. "what do you think, ‘mione?"
hermione’s lips curled into a wicked little smirk, her fingers tightening in Ron’s hair just enough to make him groan. “oh, I think you’re absolutely right,” she purred, her voice thick with amusement and something darker, hotter. she shifted her weight, her thighs still bracketing his head but now deliberately keeping him at bay, her body just out of reach. “we can’t possibly reward that tone, can we?”
you shook your head slowly, deliberately, watching the way ron's pupils blew wider with every inch of denial.
ron’s breath hitched, the fight visibly draining out of him in a slow, shuddering exhale. “please,” he whined, voice rough and wrecked, but there was no mistaking the shift in tone, the way his fingers softened against your hips, the way his eyes flicked between you and hermione pleading. “pleasepleasepleaseIneed—” his hips jerked helplessly, his cock twitching inside you as if to emphasize the point. “need both of you”
hermione’s smirk deepened, her fingers loosening in his hair just enough to stroke through the strands in mock consideration. “hmm. marginally better,” she mused, though the way her thighs trembled betrayed her own impatience. “but I think you could stand to be a little more… specific.”
ron’s hands slid up to grip your waist again, his thumbs pressing into the hollows of your hips like he was mapping the shape of his desperation. “specific,” he echoed, “right. yeah. ‘hermione..want your cunt on my tongue again, want you to ride my face ‘til i cant breath. and need you—” his fingers flexed, dragging you down just enough to steal your breath as his cock nudged deeper. “need you to fuck me harder...please?"
ron barely had time to gasp before hermione’s hips crashed back down onto his mouth, her thighs clamping like a vice around his head. his groan was muffled but the vibration against her sent sparks shooting up hermione’s spine. back arching as she rode his tongue with reckless abandon. his plea had lit something feral in her it seemed.
the wet obscene sounds of his tongue sucking and slurping against her. the messy drag of his lips sealing around her every time she rocked forward. his chin glistened with spit and her slick dripping down onto his chest in sticky rivulets but he didn't seem to care. his fingers digging into her thighs as if he could pull her closer still.
"ron.." hermione breathed her voice cracked, fingers twisting in his hair hard enough to make him groan against her, the vibration tipping her closer to her climax. her thighs trembled, her back arching as she griding down harder, chasing the friction with a single minded hunger. ron's muffled moans were lost beneath her, his tongue flicking relentlessly against her clit in quick, practiced circles.
it was filthy, the way she used him no finesse, no patience. her hips jerked erratically. little soft whines escaping her lips as ron's nose pressed bruisingly against her, his mouth sealed tight against her.
then she froze. just for a second. her entire body tensing before she came with a shattered cry, her thighs clamping around ron's head hard enough to cut off his air. he didn't stop though his tongue still working her through it, lapping up every pulse and spasm as she rode out the waves her fingers yanking his hair in time with each aftershock. when she finally sagged forward her chest heaving. ron gasped for air beneath her his lips swollen and shiny covered in her climax.
hermione's hand cracked against ron's cheek. not hard enough to sting but enough to make his whole body jerk beneath her, his groan muffled against her thigh. the sound was half-shock, half-delight, his tongue swiping out instinctively as if chasing the taste of her palm. she shuddered, her hips twitching in little aborted circles, her thighs still locked around his head like she couldn't quite let go.
you didn't give him time to recover. the moment hermione shifted her weight to slide off of him to settle beside both you and ron.
you leaned down, catching ron's mouth in a messy, open kiss, his breath hot and uneven against your lips. he tasted like hermione. salt and sweetness. his tongue slid against yours in a lazy, exhausted copy of the way he'd just devoured her. his hands fumbled at your hips, clumsy with overstimulation, but the way his cock twitched inside you betrayed how far he was from being done. you rocked against him, slow and deliberate, savoring the way his breath hitched when your nails scraped down his chest. "still with us ronnie?" you murmured, nipping at his lower lip just to hear him groan.
he nodded dumbly, completely fucked out of his mind.
then you moved. hard. deep. the angle shifted just enough to punch a ragged gasp from his throat, his hips jerking up to meet you instinctively. you didn’t let up, setting a brutal pace that had his head thumping back against the pillows, his fingers scrambling for purchase on your skin. hermione’s breath hitched beside you, her hand sliding up your spine to fist in your hair, tugging just enough to make your vision blur.
ron’s moans were fractured things, half-formed pleas and curses lost between the slap of skin and the creak of the bedsprings. his thighs trembled beneath you, muscles taut as bowstrings.
then with one final thrust his whole body locked up, a broken sound tearing from his throat as he spilled into you, hot and thick, his hips stuttering in shallow, helpless jerks. you rode him through it, grinding down until his moans dissolved into whimpers, until his hands slid from your hips to flop bonelessly at his sides. his cum spilled out around where you were still joined, sticky and warm, but you didn’t stop, not yet. you rocked against him, slow and deliberate, milking every drip of cum he had left to offer you.
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