"Jesus swwetheart" harry mutterd fingers digging into your hips as you sat on his lap placing sweet kisses down his jawline.
harry hadn't seen you all summer. and when he realized for the first time, that you had surprisingly gotten a compartment on the train all to yourselves, he quickly pulled you onto his lap kissing you harshly.
you loved kissing harry. the soft giggles inbetween, the quick pauses so he can fix his glasses, you loved it all.
a soft groan left Harry's mouth as you tugged on his hair pulling him deeper into the kiss.
you would have been lying if you said you didn't miss harry, because you did lots. and you hated that you were stuck working in some muggle coffee shop with rude people all summer.
this time, it was harry who broke the kiss planting rather harsh kisses onto your jawline and neck, and you let out a gasp of shock "Merlin harry."
harry looked up at you with that stupid grin rubbing his thumb over the newly placed mark on your neck.
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Cw: size difference kink (Ron's), oral (fem!Receiving), assisted masturbation (?), creampie, breeding, implied public sex, car sex, double penetration, rough sex (Oliver's maybe)
A/N: Honestly Twitter p*rn is so ass at this point. I hope the following videos are to your liking! I tried to find videos with no weird tags. Theres one account used below that I'm pretty sure is questionable..but the videos themselves have nothing wrong and the caption is fine too.
Ron Weasley :
Big cock is used for filling
Keeping you in place, does size matter?
A proper munch
Harry Potter :
Having his reward after saving the day, again
Stroking him because he just NEEDS it
Just a little fun before class
Fred Weasley :
Breeding you because he's a family guy
Having breakfast in the burrows, out in the open
Riding in the Backseat of the car
George Weasley :
Rather be taking care of you then watching TV
Riding till you're full
You looked so sweet grinding on his cock in your panties
Twins together :
Two at once?
Jerking them off<3
Two holes for a reason
Oliver Wood :
Tasting you before a match, the sight of you spread out gives him luck
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: His only request: don't fall for his brothers. But love, sometimes, is the most disobedient of all.
wc: 1.7k
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Ron paced back and forth in the Burrow's dining room. The cramped, furniture-filled space made his task difficult, but he'd found a small, clear path, perfect for working off his nervous energy.
"If you keep going like this, you'll leave a hole in the floor," Molly scolded him, but he paid her no mind.
Ginny casually walked down the stairs, drawn by the tantalizing smell of dinner. But as she tried to approach the kitchen, Ron bumped into her, nearly knocking her off her feet.
"What's wrong with you, idiot?!" she complained angrily, hoping to start an argument, but she was also ignored as her brother continued pacing, muttering something incomprehensible.
"Ginny, love, just ignore him," suggested her mother. "He's nervous about tonight."
"What's going on tonight?" A pleasant smell suddenly reached her nose. "Ron, have you put on perfume?"
"Today we'll meet our dear Ronnie's girlfriend," George chimed in, crossing the room quickly, pushing past his other brother in the process, who glared at him.
"What are you saying? She's not my girlfriend. She's my friend!" Ron corrected him, stopping his pacing around the kitchen.
"Yes, that friend you always write about in your diary," Fred added, coming down the stairs and quoting, "Dear Diary: The other day she laughed at one of my jokes. I think I could live happily ever after just seeing her smile and..."
Completely red-faced, Ron threw a nearby wooden ladle at him, hitting him right on the head. Not far behind, Fred grabbed a nearby plastic cup, ready to throw it.
"Enough! Enough!" Molly demanded, stopping cooking, but everyone froze when they heard someone knocking on the door. "Behave yourselves," his mother instructed in a low, threatening voice before heading for the door. She shook her apron, smoothed her hair, and with her best smile, headed for the entrance.
You stood there, smiling and completely unaware of the war you'd interrupted with your arrival. The twins exchanged knowing glances as their brother stood transfixed, staring in your direction.
For his part, Ron thought you'd never looked so beautiful. A dress he'd never seen before and some makeup had completely disarmed him. His heart was pounding so hard he was afraid you could hear it even from so far away.
"Oh, dear," Mrs. Weasley greeted. "Come in, come in, make yourself at home."
"Good evening," you said as you entered.
"So you're Ron's famous friend." Fred flitted across the dining room to where you were standing, which annoyed Ron. "My brother can't stop talking about you, even more than the Chudley Cannons, which is quite an achievement. I'm Fred, by the way."
"Pleased to meet you," you replied in an amused tone, just as George caught up with you.
"Hey, friend of Ron's? That's a lovely smile you have, Ron doesn't do you justice in his diary." You looked at him blankly. Your panicked friend also crossed the room in a flash to drag you with him to the already set table. You smiled at Ginny on the way, who waved vaguely.
You took a seat at the table and tried to talk to Ron, when a new Weasley strode down the stairs.
"What's all the commotion?" Percy asked, not raising his voice too much but maintaining his usual critical tone.
"Percy, you're just in time to meet Ron's girlfriend," George joked.
"She's my friend," Ron repeated, his tone somewhere between pleading and exasperated.
Percy raised an eyebrow at you with his usual superior air before approaching your seat.
"A pleasure," he extended his hand. "Percy Weasley, Assistant to the Minister of Magic."
"Junior Assistant," Ginny clarified with a smile, earning a reproachful look from her brother.
"Nice to meet you," you replied with a friendly smile as you shook his hand.
"Are you interested in the world of politics?" he asked out of the blue.
"Uh... well, I'm not really familiar with it, to be honest..."
"Doesn't matter," he replied with a slight smirk. "Nor does Ron. But it doesn't stop him from loudly voicing his opinion at every meal."
"Percy!" Ron complained, while the twins laughed.
At that moment, the door opened again, revealing Arthur Weasley, carrying an old toolbox, his hair disheveled, and a few oil stains on his clothes and cheeks.
"The car's already fixed," he announced. "She gave me a good fight... What did I miss?"
"Nothing, Dad. Ron's friend is over for dinner," Ginny informed him.
Arthur's eyes fell on you for the first time.
"Oh, yes, Ron's friend! Welcome, dear!" He shook your hands warmly. "Ron's been asking for you to come to dinner all week; he was very excited," he commented casually.
"Thank you so much for having me. I was really looking forward to meeting you too."
"Lovely," Fred commented, looking directly at his brother, who could no longer hide the scarlet color in his cheeks.
Dinner was served calmly, and everyone took their places at the table. Mrs. Weasley's food was more delicious than you'd imagined, and you let her know, earning a smile from her.
"I'm so glad you came," Molly said delightedly. "It's always nice to have new faces at this table."
"I think you should come more often," George said in a cheerful tone, earning another glance from his brother, whose jaw was clenched. Ginny smiled at you from across the table, noting with some delight how her brothers surrounded you with questions and jokes.
"You're in the same year as Ron, aren't you?" Percy asked with genuine interest, gently placing his fork on his plate. "And are you already preparing for your O.W.L.s? They're crucial for your future. I remember getting an A in most of them. It was exhausting, but clearly worth it."
"Of course," you said honestly. "I'm not sure which path to take yet, so I'll try to take every subject. Professor McGonagall says I have a good chance."
"Hmm," Percy nodded, almost approving solemnly. "A prudent strategy. Although I must warn you, specializing early can make all the difference. I, for example, knew since fourth year that I wanted to get into the Ministry. So I focused my efforts on Charms, Transfiguration, and Muggle Studies, of course."
"Muggle Studies?" you asked in surprise.
"Of course. You can't understand how to influence them without knowing them first," he said, as if it were a grand revelation.
"Well, I don't think it's necessary. My parents aren't wizards," you shrugged.
Arthur, who was preoccupied with a gear and spring, looked up with interest.
"Oh, I had no idea your parents were Muggles... Do you know how electrical outlets work?"
"Dad, please don't," Ron pleaded.
"But it is fascinating!" Arthur replied, offended. "Electricity is a marvel. Those little holes in the wall do everything."
Dinner continued as normal, the Weasleys welcoming you with laughter and family anecdotes that made Ron blush even more (if that was possible). After several failed attempts to intervene, he gave up and remained mostly silent.
At dessert time, which you had brought from home, the twins announced they wanted to officially adopt you as a new member of the family, prompting another irritated grimace from Ron. Amid all the delightful bustle, your best friend seemed increasingly absorbed in his plate, barely taking a bite.
It was after clearing the table that he discreetly approached and asked you to step outside. You followed him outside, where the fresh air instantly gave you goosebumps. Without a word, Ron took off his coat and offered it to you. You smiled at him before accepting, but he just nodded for you to follow him.
You walked silently beside him for a few feet until you reached an old wooden fence where you leaned against it.
"What's wrong? You're so quiet... Did I do something wrong?" you asked, tilting your head.
Ron shook his head gently, smiling sadly.
"You couldn't do it wrong even if you wanted to," he said softly. "You're practically perfect."
"So?" You frowned, confused.
"It's just..." He paused for a long, awkward moment. "You're smart, funny, kind... And Fred and George have that idiotic sense of humor that girls love... And even Percy could seem smart if you got him on a good day."
"So what?"
He didn't answer, just avoided your gaze. You stood up from the fence so you could be facing him.
"Ron," you insisted gently. "Please, tell me what's wrong."
"Please don't fall in love with my brothers."
Your eyes widened in surprise, not knowing how to respond to his plea. You clutched the coat he'd lent you, which still held his scent. Unable to hold it back for a second longer, you leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on his lips.
Ron froze for a few seconds, staring at you blankly. You didn't dare smile, afraid of ruining your friendship. But when he finally reacted, he placed a hand on your cheek to pull you closer again.
Their lips met awkwardly, but then settled naturally. Your hands tangled in his hair, and somewhat shyly, he placed his hands on your waist, melting into that kiss you had both longed for. When you broke apart, his cheeks were still flushed, and you couldn't contain your smile.
"It was definitely a good idea to invite you to dinner," he confirmed, stealing a short kiss from you.
A murmur caught both of your attention. The kitchen window, misted by the faint heat inside, suddenly revealed several pairs of eyes peeking out brazenly. At once, the curtain moved sharply, but not quickly enough.
"Fred! I told you not to lean on me!"
"Stop pushing, Percy! I can't see either!"
"Shut up! They're going to hear us!"
"George, don't wipe your nose on my hair!"
Ron let out a sigh of frustration, half-resignation, while you couldn't contain your laughter, wrapping your arms around him in a warm hug. On the other side of the glass, a sharp thud followed by an "I told you he was going to fall!" confirmed that, indeed, Percy had ended up on the floor.
And although Ron protested under his breath, muttering about moving out on his own and never inviting you back, he hugged you tighter and let you rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you gazed out at the starry night sky above the Burrow.
