REQUESTS OPEN! hello friends!! i’ve decided i’m going to start taking requests for imagines, one-shorts, blurbs, headcanons, etc etc. i’m pretttty much willing to do it for any character in the go universe but i’m especially interested in RON, FRED, GEORGE, HARRY, DRACO, LUNA, GINNY.
i will do fluff, angst, smut / nsfw, and *most* kinks (key word most! request anyways! this a no judgement zone)
can u do a draco version of the ron kinky request? ty <3
CAN i??? omfg yes. he is one kinky son of a bitch but in such a different way.
ok so a lot of people think draco has a daddy kink but i am very much up in the air about this one tbh. sometimes i think he loves to be called daddy,
but then other times when he’s feeling especially dominant, he likes to be called sir or something formal like that. draco is 100% in charge at all times and you never ever forget that
and if u do, you’ll be punished ;)
sometimes by his words, because he has a huge degradation kink and makes sure you know what a desperate little slut you are for him.
he also loves to spank you and watch your ass jiggle and then see the skin turn red and swollen from the marks of his hands. he especially loves to do this when he’s wearing rings and he can see the marks and listen to you whine and gasp
sometimes he’ll even give you a little slap in between your legs if you’ve been especially bad (sometimes you’ll be bad on purpose just because you love it so much)
speaking of his rings, draco love how they look around your neck
how you gasp for breath underneath his grip and the way the cool metal feels against your skin. he knows exactly where to squeeze to steal your breath in the best way that makes your head spin.
and he does it HARD, just like he does everything else in the bedroom
draco doesn’t make love, he fucks you raw until you’re screaming
unless he uses his slytherin tie around your mouth to keep you quiet
or sometimes he uses it to tie your hands above your head, so you’re completely at his mercy. he loves CONTROL and you’re always his his his for the taking. he knows you’ll do whatever he asks of you
ADDITIONALLY HEAR ME OUT HERE OK??
there are (very rare, but still) moments when draco needs YOU to take control for once
on those special days he wants you to peg him and he loves the way it feels to be filled up and getting fucked by you
DID I GET CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS?? yes okaY??? he is a filthy man!!!
I love your work SOOOO much! ❣️ can i ask female reader and Fred doing the ✨ nasty✨ and Fred starts to degrade her but she feels bad bc she's way too innocent and she's like "am I a whore?" And Fred feels bad and assures her, and after doing so he learns that she's into praise. And super fluffy and soft sex with him please! 🥺
omg thank you so much!! that makes me smile :) <3 i love this idea like i feel like fred is so willing to do whatever you need to make sure you feel good.
x Fred x Reader praise kink
“Fuuuck, Y/N,” Fred groaned, dragging his words out, as you lowered yourself onto his thick length. You couldn’t hold back your own whine as you felt him filling you up, pressing against all the right places.
“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you? Such a little slut for me, baby,” he growled, kneading his fingers into the flesh of your backside before delivering a quick slap. You gasped in surprise at both his words and his actions. It made you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, but you shrugged it away.
You started to ride him, moving up and down on his cock with the help of his big hands on your waist and circling your hips to give yourself the most delicious friction. You clenched your walls around him and he let out a filthy, broken moan.
“Oh yes, Y/N,” he huffed, “Ride my fat cock like the fucking whore you are.”
You came to a halt, stopping your movements altogether as your legs gave out underneath you a bit – and not in the good way. You ducked your head and crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly very self-conscious.
“Y/N,” Fred asked, concern flashing in those brown eyes of his as he softly grabbed your chin to make you look at him, “What’s wrong?”
You flushed. It was embarrassing to admit because you thought this was something Fred was really into and you wanted to please him, but you were really uncomfortable and it made you feel really sad and even kind of bad about yourself to hear him call you that.
“Am I–” you started, and then paused, quickly averting your eyes from his. Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper as you asked, “Do you think I’m a whore? I-I know I really like sex with you and we try different stuff but I never thought that I–”
“Merlin, Y/N, you know I don’t mean that, honey,” Fred interrupted you to sooth you, pulling you into an embrace so your bare chest was against his.
“A-are you sure?” you asked, still not so sure. You suddenly felt so small.
Fred sighed, running a finger through your hair as you sat there. “Y/N, you are the farthest thing from that word that I know. Seriously.”
You felt yourself relax as a tension that you didn’t even know was there released from your body. You shifted slightly where you sat on his length and you felt him twitch inside you, causing you to let out the tiniest whimper.
Fred’s eyes lit up, suddenly sparkling again as you watched you. He bucked his hips up slightly, fucking into you as best as he could as he said, “You are such a good girl, Y/N. Always so good for me, making sure that I feel so good.”
You started moving on him again, little moans escaping your lips more and more frequently. “Fred, all I want is to make you feel good.”
“And you do, baby,” he groaned, pressing soft kisses all over your chest and shoulders and collar bones as he kept thrusting up into you. “You always make me feel so good. You deserve for me to make you feel good, my beautiful, beautiful girl.”
“Oh, Fred,” you sobbed out as he picked up his pace. The combination of the him filling you up so fully and his praise sending you so close to the edge.
Fred picked up the fact that hearing him tell you how good you were was getting you off, and he kept up with a string of loving words as you kept bouncing up and down on his cock.
“Fuck yes, Y/N, you’re so tight and so wet. You’re making me feel so good, baby,” he panted loud and hot into your ear, “I love you so much.”
That was enough to send you over the edge, breathlessly chanting Fred’s name as your legs wobbled gave out undernearth you and he kept fucking you through your climax until he came himself with a moan of your name.
Once you caught your breaths, Fred kept you held close against his chest. You rested your chin on his freckly, muscled shoulder. You could feel your heartbeats against one another as you whispered, “I love you, too, Fred.”
“I’m sorry for saying what I said, beautiful,” Fred said quietly, “You can enjoy sex and still be a good, nice girl.”
You nodded at him, wanting to reassure him that you were far from upset. “I know that, Freddie. Thank you for reminding me, though.”
Fred gave you a crooked smile and a kiss on your bare shoulder before he joked, “If it ends like that, I’ll remind you every single day.”
summary: Ron inexplicably broke up with Cassiah Black of Slytherin house just days before their final year at Hogwarts, leaving them both with broken hearts and no future plans, but too stubborn and too proud to fix things. Will they find their way back together before the year ends, or will the end of their time at Hogwarts be the last time they ever see the each other?
general fic warnings: smut, drug/alcohol use, language
CHAPTER 14 - i’ll keep coming back
Oh, I couldn't stop it
Tried to slow it all down
Crying in the bathroom
Had to figure it out
With everyone around me saying
"You must be so happy now"
Light On, Maggie Rogers
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It was like a dam had broken between them; the pressure finally snapped and suddenly there was an overflow that couldn't be contained or controlled. In the four days since initially hooking up in the common room, Cassiah and Ron had been so entirely incapable of keeping their hands off of each other that they must have done it eight times.
Cassiah was sore in the best way.
Ron noticed this as he passed her in the hallway after his last class of the day. He was meant to be heading out towards Quidditch practice, hoping to get in a quick workout before the scrimmage he'd planned for the day. When he saw Cassiah walking towards him down the crowded hallway, however, his plans changed.
She was waddling slightly as she went. Anyone else would've thought that her boots were uncomfortable or that she'd been uncomfortable sitting on those bloody uncomfortable stools that Hogwarts loved to provide them with in the classrooms, but Ron instantly knew better.
He couldn't blame her, really. They'd gone two rounds in a broom closet that morning before Potions class and he had been thorough, to say the least. Combine that with the cramped angles they had to work with in the closet and the quickie they'd shared in his room while everyone else was at dinner the night before...
Ron felt the tips of his ears turning pink at the memory. He knew that Cassiah loved it when he made her sore like this. She said it was the most delicious kind of hurt – that it reminded her of how good he'd made her feel. Blood might've started to migrate to more places than just his ears at the thought.
Get it together, Weasley.
He lost the battle.
"Hey Black," he called out to her, roughly grabbing her by the waist and spinning her around 180 degrees to walk with him.
She yelped slightly and looked up at him curiously as he rushed her down the hallway. "What's happening?" she asked, "Don't you have practice soon?"
Ron looked down at her, his eyes hard and his tone gruff and he growled, "Need you. Now."
"N-now?" Cassiah said incredulously, her eyes wide as she picked up her speed to keep up with him as he dragged her along, "Merlin, Ron, we already did it twice just a few hours ago."
"Yes and that was hours ago," Ron whined and then came to a stop, turning to look Cassiah dead in the eye. His gaze was so serious it made her squirm. "I can't help it. I look at you and all I can think about is fucking you," he explained, letting his eyes run over her and groaning at the sight.
"I'm just in my robes. I don't know what you're so worked up about, Weasley," she teased.
"Just shut up and come with me. We only have about fifteen minutes," Ron ordered and Cassiah couldn't help but submit as he grabbed her by the arm and resumed his frantic hurry down the hallway.
They got to the locker room in record time, already panting and out of breath. The second the door swung shut behind them, Ron pinned Cassiah up against it, the cold metal hard against her back. He loved the way her tiny wrists fit in just one of his big, meaty hands so that he could hold her to the wall with ease. She struggled against his grip, but he knew she was just testing him because it turned them both on to know how much bigger and stronger he was.
Ron buried his face in Cassiah's neck and ran his tongue over her pressure point. Her hair was messy from running and it was tickling his nose so he bunched it up with his free hand and pulled it out of his way. When Cassiah shivered under his touch he wrapped her long hair around his wrist and gave a gentle tug – just the perfect amount of force.
"Ron–"
"Fuck, Cassie. I saw you coming down the hallway and you were limping cause you fucked you so good–"
"So well–"
"Shut up, bloody hell," Ron demanded, silencing her with a hard kiss that clashed their teeth together, "I saw you struggling down the hall and it made me feel so good to know that only I can make you feel that way. Tell me."
He released her wrists from above her head and let his hands trail down her spine to roughly grasp her backside, kneading into her thick flesh and causing her to moan.
"Ron, no one else–" she started, but Ron immediately stopped his ministrations, pausing dead in his tracks.
He stared down at her with dominance flashing behind his blue-green eyes and a hard look on his face. "Who?" he asked.
She shuddered at his demanding tone, whimpering slightly at the sudden lack of contact. Her voice was nothing but a whine when she spoke again. "Daddy... no one else can make me feel as good as you do. No one but you and your big cock. You're the best I've ever had."
Ron moaned as he listened to her words. He loved when Cassiah talked dirty, but she rarely did it. And hearing her praise him like that and call him "daddy" was too much.
"I need you so bad, Cassie," he whimpered, pushing his hips up against her she could feel just how urgently he wanted her, how long and thick and hard he already was for her.
But Cassiah had other plans. She gave him a rebellious little smirk and raised an eyebrow. "Then work for it."
Ron was desperate. "C'mon, Cass. You know I always love to take such good care of you but I really don't wanna get caugh–"
"Please, daddy," she cooed, and Ron groaned. He knew she was doing it on purpose, taking advantage of his own kinks to get her way, but he couldn't say no when she called him that. He'd do anything she asked if she called him that, actually.
He was dropping to his knees on the cold stone floor of the locker room before she could utter another word. He ran his hands slowly from her ankles, past her knees socks, and over her soft thighs before lifting up her skirt and ducking his head under it. He pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss into the crotch of her panties, his nose putting pressure against her clit as he did, and then hooked his fingers under her panties and swiftly pulled them down.
Cassiah knew she was in for the ride of her life if Ron was too desperate to even strip her clothes off. She didn't mind though; she loved it when he was rough with her – it was better that way, really. They were addicted to each other, to the ecstasy they brought each other. The image of his head hidden away under her skirt as he was on her knees for her would stay in her mind for weeks.
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Cassiah left the locker room about nine minutes later, fresh hickeys on the insides of her thighs, her knee socks at entirely different lengths, and her hair pulled into a bun that was definitely not the cute kind of messy. Most importantly, however, she was thoroughly, thoroughly satisfied. It was amazing how much Ron could rock her world in under ten minutes, but then again, he had spent over a year studying her body like he was gonna be tested on it. He knew all the right buttons to press and so did she.
She hadn't planned on having sex with Ron again that day but she could tell that he was already really pent up when she saw him in the hall. She didn't want to send him to quidditch practice half-hard or worse, with blue balls.
Plus, things had been going so well between them, and Cassiah wanted to keep things that way. They'd been successfully surviving as friends for about a month and she knew from previous experience dating Ron that the reason they hadn't fallen into past patterns of bickering was that the sex had
been consistent. When they weren't having sex, even when they were dating, they had more little, stupid arguments, even though Ron wouldn't admit that was why. Cassiah didn't want to take away the key ingredient to her happy, peaceful friendship with Ron – her only stepping stone to something more.
And anyway, the sex had been mind-blowing between the two of them now that they'd waited so long and they had to keep it a secret, so Cassiah really couldn't bear to turn it down.
She knew for a fact that she and Ron were just friends. He'd made it completely clear
to her that it was just sex for him and nothing more.
But her mind betrayed her. Even when he'd been so rough with her and railed her against the cold door, he'd put a hand behind her head to make sure she wasn't bumping against the wall or uncomfortable in any way. The bare necessities suddenly seemed like huge grand gestures to her and she couldn't help but get caught up in it. She was always one to overanalyze things that were probably meaningless.
There was one thing that was bothering her, however.
When Ron had seen her in the hallway earlier, he said something that made her wince a little bit. It sent daggers straight through her heart just to think of it, even though she knew Ron hadn't meant for it to be hurtful.
He'd said every single time he looked at her, all he could think about was sex. Of course, a part of her was flattered. It was nice to know that after everything, Ron still thought she was attractive and desirable and more than a friend. At the same time, though, she couldn't help but be hurt. He looked at her and immediately thought about hooking up – not about telling her about his day or hanging out and being friends. It made her feel just the slightest bit insulted.
He didn't mean it that way, though, so she pushed the anxieties down.
If this was how she had to spend time with Ron now, she'd do. Plus, she was being dramatic and she knew it because, in her heart of hearts, she knew it was better to just be friends with benefits with Ron than to date him. Dating left room for him to hurt again. This way, she could enjoy his company and his skills in bed without having to live with the constant fear of heartache.
Sneaking around was really hot anyway, like they had this big, dirty secret that nobody else but the two of them knew. She liked walking around with the secret knowledge that she was covered in love bites from Ron, or fully satisfied from his skilled hands. It made her feel sexy. Ron made her feel sexy.
When Cassiah arrived back to the common room, she was surprised to find Draco and Pansy lounging on the couch together. She'd been hoping she'd be able to sneak back in since she looked like such a mess, her hair in tangles and her makeup running around her eyes. (What could she say? Ron knew how to make her completely lose control.)
Immediately, she noticed Draco's hand on Pansy's upper thigh and she blushed. She got the feeling that she had just walked in on a particularly intimate moment.
"Sorry," she mouthed silently to Draco, apologizing for bursting in on his private moment with Pansy before disappearing down the hallway into her bedroom.
Cassiah wondered what their current status was. Draco and Pansy had been playing the friends with benefits game for years, and she'd always admired how good at it they were. She never understood how they could completely separate emotions from sex.
However, she supposed that if you did it for long enough, even the two most noncommittal people she
knew couldn't help but catch feelings it seemed. Pansy had this starry look in her eyes as she gazed up at Draco, who was being remarkably and uncharacteristically soft and gentle with the short girl.
What a sick twist of fate it would be if that couple worked out instead of Ron and Cassiah, who everyone had always assumed would end up married with babies.
Cassiah quickly entered her room and then in contrast, slowly eased the door shut. She paused, her hands pressed up against the cool wood of the door still, and stared straight forward at it. Suddenly, she could feel more emotions than she'd felt in a month
bubbling up in her chest.
And then out of nowhere, it happened.
She was crying over Ron Weasley again.
She wasn't even hurt or upset by their situation. Hooking up with Ron made them both happy and relieved a lot of tension, and being friends did the same. She really had nothing to complain about.
But after a month of pushing them down, she was finally letting herself revisit all of those old hopes and dreams that now just felt like memories. She was letting herself remember how they'd planned their future, how he'd made promises to her that he didn't keep. And those memories fucking hurt if she ever allowed them to come to the surface – a physical pain in her chest so deep and vast that she thought it would never fully go away. So even though she was okay, she cried and it felt good. And that was okay, too.
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Sorry about not updating for a week. Life has been unexpectedly crazy. We got some pretty bad news about my grandfather and I haven't even been able
to focus on my school of applying for internships or anything until today.
Love you all
xx
jenna
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do you think you can write abt the reader being more experienced than Ron and giving him his first hickey and he’s all flustered and moaning and you’re just praising him :,)
oh LORD i am so obsessed with this. 🥵 i had no idea that i loved this until just now lol.
x
You noticed that whenever you and Ron hung out, the second that things turned sexual, he would turn res in the face and start stuttering. The first time it happened, you hadn’t noticed how flustered he was. You were making out on his bed in the Gryffindor dorms, finally having got the to yourself after a few weeks of trying. This was the first time you’d been alone together since you started dating.
“C-can I kiss you?” he asked, his eyes big and nervous. He was awkwardly perched on the bed next to you, still a good foot or so apart.
“Of course, handsome,” you said back, giving a small, closed small. He leaned over and brushed his lips against yours ever so gently, over and over. You’d kissed before, of course, but those were always little innocent kisses or pecks.
You heard his breathing shift, growing a bit more shallow as he kept moving his lips against yours. His hand moved from where it was resting softly on the small of your back to cup your face tentatively. Even more tentatively, you felt Ron part his lips just the slightest so that your bottom lip could sit between his.
You took this as a cue that he wanted to make things more intense, but he wasn’t quite sure how to say it. He was always nervous when he was trying to express that he wanted you in any way. You thought that it was sweet.
As you read his signals, you opened your mouth to his and sucked lightly on his top lip, your hands running through his messy red hair. Mmm, he let out the quietest little moan into your mouth and then matched what you and just done, slotting your lips together and running his tongue over your supple bottom lip.
After a moment, he started breathing more heavily, his kisses growing faster and harder as he gained more confidence with you. His tongue brushed against your lips again, forcing its way (albeit a bit clumsily) into your mouth. When his tongue met yours though, he licked against it, the perfect amount of pressure.
“Ohh, Ron,” you murmured against his lips, letting him know that you wanted more of that. “Such a good kisser. Come a little closer, baby...”
He did as you said, scooching closer to you on the bed so that you were neck facing each other, bodies touching. You felt him smile slightly against your lips, using her grip on your face to force your mouths even closer together. You sucked his top lip into your mouth, between your teeth, and ran your tongue along it. He let out a broken moan, bucking his hips against your waist.
He flushed when he realized how responsive he was being, suddenly growing a bit shy, but you loved it. You didn’t care that he had less experience than you did; you just wanted to make him feel good and if this was working for him, that turned you on, too.
“Can I get on top of you baby?” you asked inbetween kisses, which were growing wetter and hotter by the second.
“Mm, oh my god, yes please,” Ron nodded quickly, putting his hands on your waist and helping go guide you to straddle him lap. You could feel that he was already starting to get hard from just your kissing.
“I love how much you want me,” you whispered to him, locking eyes, “I love how responsive you are to my touch and my body and my kisses. It’s so hot that I can make you feel this way.” You ground your hips down against his growing length, getting turned on yourself by your reactions and needing a bit of friction for your own relief. He barked out a moan, his head falling back slightly as you grounded against me. He responded by thrusting his hips up to meet yours.
“Mmm, such a good boy,” you praised him, running your hands up and down his back as you moved slightly, “So hard for me already, aren’t you?”
“So hot,” he murmured against your lips, leaning forward to try to reconnect for another kiss, but you had other plans. You pressed a kiss to his jawline, and then another one of where his jaw met his neck, and then skipped over his most sensitive spot to lightly mouth over the shell of his ear.
“Y/N,” he panted, using his grip on your waist to push your hips down against his in circles still.
“Can I leave a mark on you, sweet boy?” you asked and you felt him rushing to nod his consent. You ran your tongue in thick stripe over the nape of his neck and he whimpered into your ear. His noises were sending heat straight between your legs so much that you could barely take it, his responsiveness making you want him so badly.
You feel him fully hard and throbbing underneath your hips as you sucked the sensitive skin of his neck inbetween your teeth, circling your tongue around it. When you finally let it go, you massaged over the skin that was already turning red with your tongue.
“Y/N, baby,” he growled, “More, please. Mark me up so everyone knows I’m yours.”
You left another hickey on another spot, lower and closed to the front of his neck where everyone would be able to see it. This one was big and you knew it would bruise dark and purple. Ron was moaning quiet ahhhhs as you kept up your ministrations on his neck. He definitely had a bit of a vampire kink.
You pulled away, still grinding figure eights onto his hard length as you sat up to get a good look at him. You’d littered him neck with hickeys, but he’d been enjoying it so much you couldn’t deny him. He looked so fucking sexy all marked up as yours.
“Y-Y/N, that felt so bloody amazing,” he told you, his face and ears flushed bright pink, “N-no one has ever made me feel this turned on in my life.”
“You looked so beautiful like this,” you said lovingly, placing another kiss to his waiting mouth, “all marked up so everyone knows you’re mine and only mine. So pretty.”
He blushed ever harder at your comment, stammering as he ducked his head.
“Hey,” you said, grabbing his chin to make him look up at you again, “Don’t hide from me. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Never with me.”
Ron looked at you with the slightest bit of confidence behind his eyes as he ran a finger over one of the new, purpling bruises on his neck and moaned in pleasure at the pain. “Do you think I could, I don’t know, try doing this to you?” he asked.
“Ron Weasley, I’m so totally gone for you, I’d let you do just about anything to me.”
hey what’s up hello, are you kidding me this man is FILTHY. 😸
first of all he definitely has a size kink. he loves how much bigger than you he is and how easy it is for him to dominate you or pick you up because of it. he loves how he can pin your wrists above your head with just one hand.
which leads me to his choking kink. his hands are so big compared to you that when he’s choking you he can wrap his hand around your neck. he loves the way you throw your head back when he chokes you and the breathless noises you make. sometimes he’ll even use his forearm across your throat to choke you if he’s feeling especially dominant.
ron most definitely has a praise kink which like psychologically just makes sense. but anyways he loves to hear how he’s the only one who can make you feel this good and listen to you fall apart for him knowing that it’s him and only him who can make you feel this way.
especially when he’s inbetween your thighs.
we all know ron loves to eat and his appetite for you is insatiable
praise turns him on so hard that it can sometimes be the thing that sends him over the edge in bed.
similarly, if you kiss or bite at his ears, it’s over for him. (is an ear kink a thing?)
finally this is controversial but ron weasley has a breeding kink okay? he loves to fuck into you raw and fill you up with his cum. he loves how when he pulls out, he can see it leak out of you but even more, he loves to push his fingers back into you to make sure you’re still full of his come. sometimes he’ll even eat your out after.
in a similarly controversial strain, if you call him daddy in bed or even outside of the bedroom, he will melt and do literally whatever you ask of him. no questions asked. bar none.
Heey you're requests are open? I really love George so any fluff with him would make me happy 😌❤️ maybe him having a secret relationship with a quiet Ravenclaw girl and the others are wondering where's he's always going and they snoop around and find out ? Just an idea you can go all out and do whatever you want with this tbh ☺️
this is so cute!! thank you so much for requesting this! <3 <3 this came out kinda long lol just a warning.
x Sneaking Around with George (fluff)
You and George had been together for a few weeks now. You’d met when he was serving detention one day while you were staying after class to tutor some of the other students in History of Magic. You had known who he was before. I mean, he was George Weasley – how could you not know him? He didn’t exactly blend into the background, what with his and Fred’s antics and the occasional firework displays.
But you? George didn’t know you, but you weren’t surprised or insulted. You wouldn’t expect him to. You were the complete opposite, with no desire for attention and an affinity for always following the rules and staying out of trouble. You walked down the hallway with your nose in a book half the time, and when you weren’t reading, you were with your best friend Cho. She was the one who usually attracted the attention – of other friends, rumors, and guys. But no one outside of your immediate circle knew Cho’s best friend Y/N.
When George saw you that day in detention, confidently and patiently explaining the lesson to two other students in your sweet, quiet voice, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He had to know who you were. By the time he finished clapping erasers, you had finished your lesson. The other students had left and you were packing up your books into your bag when you felt his presence. You looked up and saw him looming over you, an uncharacteristically nervous look on his face. He introduced himself to you, even though he knew that you would know who he was, and asked who you were. The rest was history.
Now you’d been dating for almost a month. George was so excited about dating you that he was practically begging to be able to tell all of his friends. He’d give you the biggest puppy dog eyes and pout his bottom lip and it was next to impossible for you to resist. But you were more cautious. You didn’t want the attention of the whole school on you, and you knew that the second anyone found out about you and George, the rumors would spread like a wildfire and soon everyone would know. You couldn’t handle that many people staring at you, asking questions and speculating about George and the mysterious Ravenclaw girl.
You had lunch by yourself today, so you made quick work of finding a seat at the Ravenclaw table and opening your book. It was one you hadn’t read before, an old muggle story called Pride and Prejudice. You were just getting into your reading when you felt someone’s shoulder brush across your back. You startled, turning just in time to see red hair disappearing into the distance as George exited the dining hall. When you looked back down, you saw a note sitting in the center of your book. In George’s block-writing, it said, You look beautiful today, love. Please come meet me in the astronomy tower. No funny business, I promise.
You blushed as you read his note. George was always complimenting you, but not only about your looks. He told you that you looked pretty or that your eyes were particularly sparkly on a certain day, but he also told you about how much he loved your mind. He said he loved how smart you were, how patient you were with the students you tutored, and how kind you were to strangers who didn’t even know who you were. He told you that he thought it was cute the way you got so wrapped up in stories that it was like you were transported into another world.
You waited just about thirty seconds and then quickly closed your book and tucked it into your bag before making a quick exit out of the dining hall and towards the astronomy tower. You couldn’t wait to be next to George again. Being around him always made you feel so safe and warm. You could really be yourself and open up with him like you hadn’t really been able to with anyone else before besides Cho.
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At the Gryffindor table, Fred, George, Harry, and Ron had been enjoying their lunch together, cracking jokes and plotting their next big prank when suddenly George had grown quiet, seemingly distracted by something off in the distance.
“George, mate, anyone home?” Fred has teased, snapping his fingers in front of George’s face. He was transfixed by something, but the others didn’t know what.
George snapped out of his daydream and stuttered, “Y-Yeah. I just remembered that I have to do something.”
Ron looked at him incredulously. “What’s ‘something?’” he asked, “You’ve been doing a lot of somethings lately.”
George shook his head, blushing and growing flustered. “Don’t worry about it, Ronald,” he turned to address the whole group, “I just have to go do something.” He got up quickly and headed out of the dining hall in a hurry.
Harry raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his water. “He’s usually a better liar than that, yeah?” he noted.
Ron nodded his head, agreeing with Harry through a bite of his sandwich, “Definitely, but what’s going him so worked up then?”
“Only one way to find out,” Fred answered, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
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Up in the astronomy tour, you found George waiting for you, sitting criss-cross apple sauce on a cute, checkered picnic blanket.
“Hello beautiful,” he called out to you, patting the spot next to him on the blanket.
“Oh my goodness, George,” you cooed, your hand flying to cover your mouth in surprise, “This is so sweet! You didn’t have to do all this.” You sat down next to him and he immediately cocooned you into his chest, reaching around you to open the little picnic basket that was also on the blanket.
Inside the basket, you saw a collection of fruits and pastries – including shiny glazed donuts that George knew were your favorites.
He picked one of them up and held it up in front of your mouth. “Want a bite?” he asked and you nodded, giggling softly when he made little airplane noises as he brought it up to your lips. He was such a goofball when you two were together. You took a bite and hummed in appreciation as the sweet flavor of the dough and the glaze.
“How do you even look pretty when you’re chewing?” he wondered aloud, and you blushed at his comment, batting softly at his arm in protest.
“I definitely don’t; you’re just whipped,” you teased.
“So what if I am?” George countered, locking eyes with you and running a hand absently through your hair. You didn’t care that he was messing it up – you knew he’d think you were beautiful anyways and his touch was so loving you didn’t want him to stop.
“Kiss me,” he murmured quietly and you obliged, leaning up slightly to connect your lips in a soft kiss. George hummed against your lips before pulling away and breaking into a wide, goofy grin and declaring, “Your lips taste like sugar.”
“Yours taste like mint gum,” you noted in return.
“What can I say? I was hoping for the chance to get to kiss you again,” he responded, his grin growing even wider with confidence. He always knew exactly the right thing to say to make your heart skip a beat.
“George,” you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. Your heart was pounding in your chest but you wanted to tell him so badly in this perfect moment. “I think I’m falling for you.”
Now you were certain his smile couldn’t grow any wider, and you felt relief rush through your body. He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on the back of it. “Oh my God, I’m so glad you said that,” he sighed happily, “I’ve been so nervous to tell you. I’m definitely falling for you, too, Y/N/N.”
Just then, you heard a thunder of footsteps coming up the astronomy tower stairs and you and George quickly jumped away from each other, embarrassed, but it was too late. In stormed Fred, Harry, and Ron, breathless from running all the way up the stairs.
“George!” Harry called out, “We finally found you!”
“Yeah,” George responded, vaguely annoyed. “At the perfect moment, too,” he added sarcastically.
You could feel that your face was burning as everyone’s eyes turned to focus on you. You wanted to crawl into George’s warm embrace and never been seen again. He’d let you.
“So this is why you’ve been sneaking away these last few weeks – a girl,” Fred deduced, crossing his arms with a smug look on his face, “Why didn't you just tell us, Georgie?”
George was rubbing soothing circles on your back. “We wanted to keep it special between the two of us for a while,” he explained, smiling down at you with the utmost admiration in his brown eyes.
“Well, now we know,” Ron joked. “Who are you, anyway?” he asked, not trying to be rude even though his tone was blunt.
George looked proudly at you and then at his brothers before taking your hand in his once again. “Her name is Y/N,” he declared, beaming, “And she’s my girlfriend.”
oh miss thing you must’ve seen the gif too... this is an amazing first request to receive.
Ron’s one of those guys who is in good shape but he’s just like thick and big and meaty in all the right places. He’s so much stronger than you that it’s easy for him to take control and dominate you, but when you get the rare chance to be in charge, you want to show him how much you love his body.
He loves it when you put little kisses on his chest or squeeze his biceps but he especially likes it when you pay attention to his thighs, which is good because they’re absolutely delicious and mesmerizing.
You’d pay extra attention to them right before you go down on him. He loves it when you pepper kisses all over the insides of his thighs and squeeze them. It’s even better though when you leave hickeys on them or even bite gently into his thick thighs. It turns him on and drives him crazy and he tugs on your hair while you do it.
They also probably make his lap extra comfy to sit on, from a less filthy perspective.
innocent virgin girlfriend has her pussy eaten out for the first time by ron and he makes her cum but because he’s chivalrous like that he doesn’t let her suck his cock because she’s still learning and it would be too much and she asks to watch him masturbate and he fucking does and goes crazy at the thought of his innocent girl being so corrupted by him and he comes all over his stomach and she licks it up as his eyes are rolling back and he’s trying to watch and remember forever
I literally have no words, Shakespeare is fuming in his grave because he could never write something this good
But would she be pouting and begging for his cock and he is just smirking because who knew you were this dirty or was she just watching intently and blushing whenever he moaned her name because she wanted to do it but didn’t really know how.
And then does she ask to lick it up which makes Ron so giddy and excited as he keeps praising her and telling how good she is too him, or does he tell her too and she is wide eyed and blushing because that’s so dirty and he is reaching out to pull him closer to her and telling her how cute she is because she’s so shy I 🧎♀️
summary: Ron inexplicably broke up with Cassiah Black of Slytherin house just days before their final year at Hogwarts, leaving them both with broken hearts and no future plans, but too stubborn and too proud to fix things. Will they find their way back together before the year ends, or will the end of their time at Hogwarts be the last time they ever see the each other?
general fic warnings: smut, drug/alcohol use, language
CHAPTER 13 - screaming color
But it's not forever
But it's just tonight
Oh, we're still the greatest
The greatest
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Ron had avoided hanging out with Cassiah for a few days after the naked Quidditch incident. Frankly, he couldn't shake the image of her naked body out of his head and he knew he'd start blushing tomato-red from head to toe the moment he looked at her. Cassiah knew him so well and was so good at reading people that she would have known instantly why he was flushing. Just the idea of that brand of embarrassment had Ron's face flaming.
He recovered from his funk fairly quickly though, aided by copious amounts of bud and extensive, vivid sexual fantasies about imaginary women. Embarrassing? Yes. Effective? ...Also yes, apparently.
Just in time, too, because there was another Potions test coming up that week and after his humongous flunk on the last test, he needed Cassiah's help more than ever to bring his grade back up. She was such a good teacher; she was always so patient with him. In the past, she'd rewarded correct answers with kisses or by removing articles of clothing, but Ron had a sneaking suspicion that was off the table this time.
The point was, no matter how smart Cassiah was and how easily this stuff came to her, she never for a second made Ron feel stupid. On the contrary, she made him feel confident. She was the first person to ever make him realize that he was smart; he was a great communicator and very intuitive. Just because he wasn't a good tester didn't mean he wasn't intelligent. Cassiah had told him that he was smart in ways she could never be. That made Ron feel good.
And if Ron did a little advanced reading before their scheduled study session just to impress her... that was nobody's bloody business.
Despite the fact that he'd spent the last few days completely entranced by the thought of Cassiah, Ron actually felt pretty relaxed on his way to the Slytherin dorms. Even when there were underlying and confusing thoughts, things felt natural between them. There was an organic quality to their dynamic that he didn't even realize himself and wouldn't have been able to describe even if he did. All he knew was hanging out with Cassiah was easy and fun.
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Cassiah was surprised to find that Ron had beaten her to the dorms. She could see his ruffled red hair from down the hall, waiting out in the hallway for her to let him in. While Cassiah knew the password to the Gryffindor dorms ("Quidditch" wasn't super difficult to guess), Ron had no idea what the Slytherin passcode was. Because of Ron's never-ending feud with Malfoy, they hadn't hung out in the Slytherin dorms often enough for her to bother telling him.
They always studied at night, after the library was closed, so common rooms were pretty much the only option. This time around, however, they were meeting in the Slytherin dorms because Cassiah really didn't feel like running into Ginny or Hermione sober. This left Draco as the more amicable option, and he'd agreed to basically vacate the premises or hide in his room while Ron was there, and make sure the others did the same. The promise that he wouldn't get called a blood traitor by any random students really eased Ron's nerves about coming to see Cassiah in the dungeons, and he'd agreed.
And now this was going to be their first time hanging out alone since the breakup.
"Hey Ronald," she said in greeting, bumping into him lightly. "You weren't waiting long, were you?"
"Only a couple hours; don't worry," Ron deadpanned in return. She punched him in the arm – a very hard, muscled arm – for his sarcasm, but she also couldn't help but laugh. He never failed to make her laugh.
"Shut the fuck up," she shook her head, but she was smiling widely as she leaned in and whispered the password.
"No way! Your password is Quidditch, too?" Ron gasped with excitement as they stepped into the common room.
Cassiah looked at him like he had seven heads. "Merlin, no. Are you hard of hearing, Weasley?" she teased, "It's in Latin. It's practically impossible to guess unless you speak the language. Which I clearly don't, based on my marks in that class."
"Bloody hell, Cassie. You got a B–. Plus, we were fourteen. That was four years ago. Quit it with the melodrama," Ron rolled his eyes but his tone was playful so Cassiah knew he wasn't actually annoyed. She could probably count on one hand the number of times Ron had been genuinely annoyed with her.
Cassiah huffed and placed her books down on the coffee table, organizing them in neat stacks: "Just sit before I change my mind about tutoring you."
"Yes, sir," Ron joked, carelessly dropping his beat-up book bag onto the floor beside the couch and scooping out the contents before plopping them haphazardly onto the table. Cassiah winced at the pile of crinkled papers and bent notebook covers. Ron was so messy sometimes.
Cassiah wasn't a neat freak herself, but she liked to keep most of her belongings in pristine condition. She squinted and was pretty sure one of the notebooks had "PENIS" scrawled across it in Ron's abominable handwriting and then "BOOBIES" in Harry's neat block-print. But what else could she expect? Sure, they were in their last year and not children anymore, but Ron and Harry were going to be like this forever, probably.
"Where do you want to start?" she asked Ron, flipping through her notes quickly. They were color-coordinated.
"Everything," Ron grumbled, "I don't get the whole lot of it. Even when Neville and I are paying attention, I only remember the stuff when I'm doing it, and then I forget it the moment we walk out the door."
"Must be all the weed," Cassiah teased. But she was also probably just the slightest bit right.
"Very funny," Ron snorted, "Seriously, though. I have some notes, but I just never can tell what the important stuff is going to be, so I just end up copying almost the entire thing and I'm back at square one."
"Okay," Cassiah leveled with him, "Then we'll start at the beginning of this unit and just try to decide what's going to be important enough to be on the test. We'll focus on actually remembering the stuff later. Now c'mere."
Ron scooted closer to her on the couch and leaned over to share the textbook. They worked quietly for about forty minutes, completely focused. They had always worked fairly well together. Ron even corrected Cassiah on a few things, which made his chest swell up with pride.
After they finished one of the chapters, Ron leaned back against the couch, exhaling heavily. "I'm getting hungry. Do you have any study snacks?" he asked. When Cassiah just looked at him for a moment, he shrugged his shoulders, "Nevermind, I brought my own."
He reached into his bag and produced a whole array of sweet and salty snacks, spreading them out on the coffee table on top of the notebooks. "Snack break?"
"I guess it wouldn't hurt," Cassiah wagered, "Oh! Do you have–"
Ron beat her to it, holding up a bag of butterbeer popcorn. "Of course I do," he grinned.
She squealed with delight, grabbing the bag and opening it immediately. "Mmm," she murmured as she popped the first one into her mouth, "I hardly ever have these but Merlin they're good."
"Oh, trust me. I know," Ron agreed, stuffing his hand into the bag on Cassiah's lap, causing her to shriek and giggle as she batted his hand away.
"It's so good to be hanging out again," Ron said after Cassiah's laughter died down, "I really wasn't sure if we ever would after everything that happened."
"Well, we were friends first, right?" Cassiah gave him a half-grin through a mouthful of popcorn.
Ron scoffed. "Yeah, but I wasn't sure if you were going to ever want to be friends with me again after the fit I threw over you and Malfoy," he explained, and then fell silent. After a moment, he asked cautiously, "Whatever became of that anyways? When I asked him about it he just gave me some vague, non-answer about your relationship not being what it appeared to be."
Cassiah was floored. "You talked to him?"
"Long story. But answer my question!"
She sighed. "Well, I guess his answer was right. Draco and I were never like that in the way that you thought. We're just friends – entirely platonic."
Ron furrowed his brow, clearly perplexed, "So you guys never...?"
Cassiah snorted, burying her face in her hands in embarrassment. "Merlin, no, Ron. Nothing romantic ever happened between us. Or sexual, for that matter," she reassured him, and then added, half under her breath, "Nothing sexual has happened for me in a looong time."
"Hah. Me neither," Ron groaned, leaning back in his seat a little bit.
Cassiah's eyes widened a bit. She wasn't entirely expecting Ron to hear her. But to hear that he hadn't been with another girl was definitely an interesting surprise.
Ron must've been thinking the same thing: "I kind of would've thought that you would have, you know, been with someone. Malfoy or MacMillan or someone. I mean, guys were always hitting on you even when we were together. You have plenty of options."
She raised her eyebrows and grunted, "No opportunities have really presented themselves, unfortunately. It's just me and my lonesome."
Ron chuckled at that. "Bloody hell, tell me about it," he murmured. He waited a second, considering, and then said, "It's really hard, you know? Going from have sex every day or at least once or twice a week to just... nothing."
"Yeah, I'm sure it's really hard," Cassiah joked and Ron shoved her in the arm for her pun. "But I know what you mean. Sometimes it drives me crazy. I got so spoiled that now I feel like I need sex and I can't have it."
Cassiah looked up from her lap to see Ron's face aflame, suddenly aware of how close together they were on the couch. Ron was clearly caught off guard by how candid she was being about her needs. She knew she normally didn't talk like this, but he'd started it and it felt good to just vent.*
"That was never our problem, was it?" Ron said. The sentence itself was a joke but his tone was completely serious. "Sex, I mean..." his tone was gruff, almost a whisper.
Cassiah felt the energy shift in the room and her nerves start tingling. "No," she manages to squeak out, "Definitely not... You knew me in that way like nobody else."
She could've sworn she heard Ron let out the smallest groan. He always liked the praise.
Cassiah looked up at him through her lashes, feeling her heart pounding in her chest and hearing both of their breathing become a bit ragged. Ron was staring back at her with a look in his eyes that she couldn't quite comprehend. Needy but also controlled and–
"Oh, fuck it," heard him mutter and suddenly his hands were grabbing her face and his lips were crashing into hers and bloody fuck this time it was real, not a dream or a memory.
His hands on her face and gripping the back of her hair were rough as his lips slid against hers, his tongue licking against hers.
"Oh, Ron," she murmured into his mouth immediately and he let out a loud, unbridled groan at the sound of his name on her lips. That sound sent heat straight in between Cassiah's legs and she rolled her hips into the couch.
"C'mere," he growled, his voice gruffer than she'd ever heard as Cassiah felt his big hands grab onto her waist and roughly guide her into his lap. She let out a low whine when she could feel his length already hard and pressing up against her core. She rolled her hips down and shocks of electricity sparked through her body as she felt his hardness brush against her through the crotch of her leggings. The friction was so delicious that she kept rolling her hips again and again with Ron's hands on her waist guiding her in the figure eights he always used to like.
"Bloody fucking hell. I didn't know how long I've been wanting this until now," Ron panted, thrusting his hips up to make contact with the apex of her thighs. Cassiah ground down against him, coaxing a long, low moan out of him.
Ron reached up and moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, squeezing roughly and kneading his fingers into her flesh through her bra. He pulled the hemline of her shirt up to reveal her bra and then pushed her bra down as far as he could. He licked a circle around her nipple before roughly sucking it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it again and again. Cassiah tangled her head in Ron's hair, panting heavily as she watched him. He was looking up at her with big blue-green eyes as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
And then she was tugging his head back up to her mouth, reconnecting their lips briefly before pulling away again to say breathlessly, "Get me ready for you, Ron."
Rom growled, and Cassiah felt him throbbing at the mere thought of being inside her again after so long. She felt his lips trail over to the nape of her neck where he began sucking a harsh mark in just the right spot to send shivers down her spine. He licked a thick stripe over the mark before quickly turned to suck the lobe of her ear into her mouth.
"Ah," Cassiah gasped, the combination of his tongue and his hot breath on the shell of her ear making her wetter by the second. She could feel her slick forming a wet stain on the lap of Ron's slacks but she knew he'd love it when he realized. There was never anything that turned him on more than seeing how wet she got for him.
Cassiah didn't let up on the rotation of her hips on his thick length. She could feel him hot and ready in his pants. She had half a mind to climb off him so she could unbutton his pants and take him into her mouth so she could hear him completely lose control, but she wanted him inside of her even more.
She reached down in between them and cupped him over his pants, causing him to hold his breath. She gripped his length and gave it a squeeze. It felt huge
and hard even through the fabric and Ron sucked in a breath at the contact.
She kept rubbing him in circles through his pants, pressing her thumb over where she knew the tip was every now and then.
"Harder. More. Tighter, fuck, Cassie, please," Ron was chanting, his lips still attached to her neck, which was covered in huge, dark bruises by now. Just the thought of that had her growing slick.
She pressed harder against his length, now running her hands up and down his shaft through his pants. She couldn't stand the tension and heat in her core anymore and started grinding down against his thigh as best as she could.
"Bloody hell, are you getting yourself off?" Ron moaned and when Cassiah gave him a wicked smile in response, he gripped onto her hips hard enough
to bruise and let his head fall back as he let out a long, quiet "fuck yeah."
"You're so dirty," he continued, his voice ragged and rushed as Cassiah kept rubbing him faster, "So fucking desperate for me that you're fucking yourself on my thigh. I'm gonna make you feel so bloody good, Cassie."
His filthy words sent fiery heat all over her body and egged her on.
"O- Cassie, I-" Ron stuttered bucking his hips against hers. "Stop stop stop stop, I'm–"
But she didn't listen. His whines and his hot breath were too delicious and sinful for her to just stop. She never wanted him to stop making those greedy little sounds. It was rare he completely lost control like this.
And then she felt him go completely rigid, his fingers digging into her waist and his head falling back as he let out a choked "Ohhhh" and squeezed his eyes shut.
She didn't realize at first and kept pumping him through his pants until he rushed to say, "Merlin. Stopstopstop, just– Give me a minute, bloody hell..."
That's when she felt the rapidly growing wet spot on the front of his pants, and it wasn't from her. She stared down at it in shock. That had certainly never happened before.
When she looked up, Ron's face was flaming red. Before she could say anything, he was grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch and shoving it over his crotch as best as he could with Cassiah still on his lap. "B-bloody hell, Cassie, I'm so sorry. You know I never do that; it's just been so long that I just couldn't hold off. I-I tried to tell you to stop but–"
"Ron," she soothed, giggling softly, "It's okay."
"It's bloody humiliating. I'm a grown-ass adult and I just shot a load in my pants."
"Felt good though, didn't it?" she asked, and Ron nodded enthusiastically. "Plus," she added, "You know you'd think it was hot if I did that. And I happen to find it unbearably hot when you can't control yourself because I make you feel so good."
Ron stared up at her, the mischievous glint beginning to return to his eyes.
"Prove it."
Cassiah grabbed his hand from where it was resting on her waist and took two of his fingers in her own. She guided his hand down into her leggings, slipping his fingers under her panties. She shimmied a bit and then swiped their fingers through her sex. He groaned when he felt that she was dripping for him between her legs, his fingers becoming coated in her slick. They brushed against her swollen clit as he removed them from her panties and Cassiah let out a needy, high-pitched whine.
Ron locked his eyes with her and he brought her fingers to his lips, sticking them in his mouth and sucking them clean of her juices. That visual paired with the intense eye contact had Cassiah's sex
throbbing between her legs.
"Wh-" she started, her voice shaky, "Why don't you take care of me until you're ready for round two?"
"If I fuck you after I just came I'm gonna last–"
"I know," Cassiah blurted out and blushed, ducking her head in slight embarrassment at the memory. There was a time over the summer when they'd gone for a second round immediately after Ron had finished and he'd lasted so long that she'd come about four times before he'd finished and she'd actually been crying from how oversensitive and fucked out she was.
"You naughty little slut," Ron murmured, his eyes bright with admiration, "I'm going to make you scream."
Before she could even respond, he grabbed her and swung her around, pressing her back into the cool leather of the couch as she pinned her wrists above her head with just one hand. She struggled against him, loving the thrill of the fact that his one hand could hold her down.
Ron roughly pulled her leggings and panties down in one motion, leaving them pooled around her ankles as she wrapped her legs around the back of his head.
She crawled up so her core was aligned with
her face and he stared at her wetness with a hungry, animal look. He licked his lips and groaned, "Fuck, I missed this pretty pussy."
He delivered a tiny slap to her dripping lips and clit before running a finger through her slick and spreading it over her swollen clitoris. She was already a needy mess under him, whining and whimpering.
"How fast can I make you come for me?" Ron wondered aloud, "No one's touched you like this in so long." He circled his finger over her clit at an agonizingly slow pace and she rotated her hips, signaling for him to spread up.
"Have you been touching yourself?" he questioned her and she nodded quickly and desperately, wanting to answer his question so that he'd pick up his pace and give her a release.
"Merlin, you're so bad, Cassie. Such a bad girl, I fucking love it. I'm gonna fucking destroy you," he promised and she moaned.
Ron sped his fingers up to a torturously fast pace and Cassiah felt herself hurtling towards the edge. Her legs started to shake uncontrollably and her thighs clenched around Ron. Her back arched and her head shot back as she chanted, "Ronronron, bloody hell, I'm coming, I'm coming Ron..."
He kept stroking her through her climax until he could tell her was done, completely spent and relaxed back against the couch. But he wasn't even half done with her, and she knew it as he loomed over her, shucking off his stained slacks and his wet underwear.
He stroked over his aching cock as he towered over her, already hard and leaking at the tip after she'd made him come just minutes ago.
"On your hands and knees," Ron demanded, pumping his thick length expertly in his hand. Cassiah felt her heartbeat between her legs at the sight of him touching himself and immediately moved to follow his orders.
Cassiah braced herself on her elbows, leaning to arch her back and push herself closer to him. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Ron shifting to move up behind her. She bit her lip and looked up at him.
"Fuck," Ron murmured at the sight. "Get ready, baby. I'm not going slow with you," he said as he linked his tip up with her entrance.
"Would never want you to," she countered, pushing back against him, silently begging him to put it in.
Without any warning, he thrust into her in one push, giving her no time to adjust and as a result earning him a winded, shrill, "Ron!"
She could hear him chuckle slightly behind her and knew he smiling as he palmed the thick flesh of her ass in his hands, kneading it between his fingers as he caught his breath.
"Merlin, Cassie, you f-feel tighter than ever," he stammered as he started moving his hips, keeping up his promise of not going slow with her. His thrusts were short and rough. When he hit the right spot deep inside her, Cassiah cried out and pushed back against him to take him deeper and he kept up angling for that spot, earning the same reaction every time.
"Merlin, Ron, right there," she begged, circling her hips, "Please don't stop. Keep going."
"I couldn't stop if I wanted to baby. You feel so good," Ron responded, the loud smack of his hips slamming into her over and over echoing throughout the room.
Cassiah began to whine almost non-stop, obviously losing control, and he quickened his pace and went even harder on her than before, knowing from experience that this was just what she needed to come.
He leaned over her, his chest hovering just over her back so that he could place sloppy kisses along the back of her neck and her shoulders. She turned her head to kiss him but Ron had reached underneath her to begin playing her clit and instead, her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back into her head. She came hard with a sob, her walls pulsing around.
But she knew Ron wouldn't be done with her yet. He started back up with slower, more thorough thrusts, pulling almost all the way out every time before pushing back in at an agonizing pace, but still just as hard as before. Their bodies jerked with every movement.
Ron fathered Cassiah's hair in a fist behind her head and yanked, pulling her head back and coaxing a sharp cry out of her. He was finally able to kiss her, and he pressed his lips sensually to hers. She moaned as he licked into her mouth, just as needy as she was.
She could feel her third orgasm coming on and knew that she wouldn't be able to hold out or handle another afterward. She clenched around Ron, circling her hips in rhythm with him, and panted, "Come for me, Ron. You know you want to. You've made me come twice, you're gonna make me come a third. You deserve it."
She knew his praise kink would take him right over the edge and it did. He let out an earth-shattering groan and cried out her name, finishing inside her and giving a few final thrusts before going still and collapsing on top of her back. They stayed there for a moment, no sound but the sound of them catching their breath for several moments.
"Bloody hell," he panted, peeling himself off of her sweaty back and sitting back on the couch.
She gingerly sat up too, still over-sensitive, and faced him. "You can say that again," she murmured.
"Bloody hell," he repeated, and Cassiah barked out a laugh, weakly punching him in the arm and telling him to shut up.
"You're so right," she conceded, "We may have had little disagreements every now and then, and you had to do what was best for you and end things but... Sex was never our weak point."
"Definitely not," Ron agreed, pushing his sweaty hair back off of his forehead before starting to get redressed. "Merlin, can we please keep doing this? I don't think I'll be able to handle it going back to my hand after this. I had no idea how much tension had built up until now," he admitted – more like pleaded.
"One hundred percent. Trust me, Ron. You know I always needed this just as much as you did," Cassiah said, fully dressed and pulling her hair on top of her head in a messy bun. "We just have to be cool about it. Friends can definitely have passionate sex and then be just that – friends," she explained to him, but it felt more like she was trying to convince herself.
"Totally," Ron was quick to agree, staring forward in a sexed-out daze.
"So long as nobody finds out, there will be no weirdness. Just two friends who also happen to enjoy having sex with each other in secret."
"Amazing, mind-blowing sex," he added.
"Uh-huh," Cassiah agreed, still not entirely recovered, "So it's deal."
"Yes," Ron finalized it, "It's a deal. Now let's get out stuff and get out of this common room before they get tired of being holes up in their dorms and wander in here. We've already pushed our luck enough."
Cassiah nodded, grabbing her books, "I suppose we have. But what about the test? We didn't finish studying."
"Cassie," Ron answered earnestly, grabbing her hand, "I don't care if I never pass a test again if I'm having sex that good."
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!
i think this is the most sinful, blasphemous thing i've ever written in my life and i really hope you guys enjoyed it lol.
all my love!
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"I can't say no to anything. It's got me into a few tricky situations. I met this drag queen and I ended up going back to her little flat with all the other drag queens. Just couldn't say no. They dressed me up. We're meant to go and get bagels at 4am. I was in full heels and costume. It was really weird. "
summary: Ron inexplicably broke up with Cassiah Black of Slytherin house just days before their final year at Hogwarts, leaving them both with broken hearts and no future plans, but too stubborn and too proud to fix things. Will they find their way back together before the year ends, or will the end of their time at Hogwarts be the last time they ever see the each other?
warnings: smut sort of? idk. definitely sexual content.
CHAPTER 12 - in the palm of your freezing hand
I don't like a gold rush
I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush
I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch
Everybody wants you
Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you
gold rush, Taylor Swift
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Cassiah couldn't decide where to look. She was vaguely aware of the sounds of Harry and Dean splashing in the water, but she could barely register it over the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears.
It wasn't like she was embarrassed to be jumping into the lake naked. The dare itself felt pretty benign to him – she'd known exactly what she was agreeing to when she started to play. What she had failed to consider was how being naked in Ron's proximity would make her feel.
She remembered the first time he'd seen her naked. The memory made tears prick in the corners of her eyes. He'd looked at her with such wonder, like she was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
Their first time together was, unfortunately, neither of their first times, but it had been the first time for both of them that was actually meaningful – the first time with someone they cared about, and not a random drunk hookup.
He'd been hovering over her, visibly shaking with nerves as he stripped her clothes off of her in a flurry. His eyes had gone as big as saucers at the sight of her bare chest in front of him, his to touch. Cassiah had felt so beautiful in that moment, feeling Ron's hands running up and down her naked body appreciatively, his gaze heavy.
The sex had lasted all of forty-five seconds before Ron was above her, stammering awkwardly over his words and apologizing profusely. Cassiah couldn't have cared less, however, because he'd given her something nobody else ever had. She'd never had someone look at her that way during sex before – like she mattered; like she meant something. Sure, they'd looked at her body, but he'd looked at her. It was the first time she had never gotten before and she was so glad to have shared that moment with him. No amount of stamina or orgasms could compare to the feeling of warmth she felt in her chest (although Ron had made up for it by using his unbeatably skilled tongue).
Sure, they hadn't said I love you yet at that point, but she could feel the difference. There was something there. As much as she denied it, it was never going to be just a hookup between the two of them. It had always felt serious between the two of them; special, like the beginning of something magnificent and all-consuming and inevitable.
And now Cassiah was going to be naked in front of him again, but this time, he wouldn't be staring at her with wonder in his eyes. She wondered if he'd even look at her at all.
Fuck it, she thought to herself. If she didn't strip now, she'd be the last one standing and all the attention would be on her.
She peeled off her sweater and then her long-sleeve, instantly feeling the goose bumps spread over her body. The wind was strong down by the water than it was on the hill where the others were waiting, biting into her skin and creating goosebumps. She took off her boots and socks, and then shuffled out of her leggings, too.
"Are you leaving your underwea–" she started to say, turning to Ron to ask the question, but it died in her throat when she saw him. He was standing there, removing his sweater so that he was standing in just his boxers. His back muscles flexed as he struggled with the fabric.
Cassiah couldn't look away. She'd missed this: his freckled shoulders, his bulging arms, and the little layer of chub on his stomach that was always there despite the constant exercise he did for Quidditch. He was still the most mouth-watering man she'd ever seen in her life.
"What'd you say?" he called, not having heard her over the wind. He turned his head to face her as he did and their eyes met, standing there by the water in nothing but their underwear with no one around. It didn't go unnoticed the way his eyes raked over his body. That made her feel hot all over.
They stood there just staring at each other for what felt simultaneously like forever and no time at all.
"I-I asked if we were meant to leave our underwear on," Cassiah repeated, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his drunken gaze and folding her arms over her stomach.
"I reckon we take it off," Ron replied, clearing his throat awkwardly and scratching at his shoulder. The muscles in his arms flexed and Cassiah forced herself to look away.
"Okay, yeah," she nodded, "Of course. So, I guess I'll just..."
She undid the clasp of her bra and slipped it off and then bent down to step out of her underwear. She didn't dare to glance in his direction.
She stepped up to the edge where land met water and gulped. The dark water churned below her, promising an icy cold that would chill her to her bones.
"You have to just jump. If you dip your toe in or some shit, you're gonna make it so much harder," Ron's gruff voice sounded from a few feet away.
And she dove in, head first.
Freezing.
So cold that it almost felt hot.
And then she surfaced. The first thing she heard was Ron shrieking "Bloody hell!" in a high-pitched and decidedly emasculating voice. Cassiah couldn't help be agree. That was like ice. However, she couldn't resist, so she reached out and splashed him, cold water pouring over the back of his head.
Ron wheeled around, and Cassiah giggled at the way his red hair was plastered to his forehead, half-covering his eyes. "You did not just do that!" She might've believed that he was actually made if he wasn't grinning ear to ear.
He disappeared under the water in a flurry of feet and splashed. Cassiah knew what was coming, but she shivering in anticipation as she was not able to see where he was in the dark water.
She barely had time to register the feeling of his hand wrapped around her ankle before he was yanking her back under. She thrashed to get out of his grasp, and they both resurfaced, laughing wildly and exchanging more small splashes.
Cassiah was in the middle of reaching out to push Ron's head under the water when their eyes met, and the moment died as quickly as it had started. She was suddenly very aware of their nakedness and her proximity to Ron, and the others watching up on the hill.
Ron cleared his throat, wiping away the water that was dripping off his nose and mouth. "I, uh, I reckon we should probably get out before we get hypothermia or something."
Yeah, or something.
Cassiah laughed, relieved for the excuse, "Yeah, for sure."
She watched as Ron swam over to the edge of the lake. He effortlessly hoisted himself up and out of the water, giving Cassiah a glorious display of his back muscles with water dripping off of him as he did so. She forced herself to divert her eyes as the rest of him emerged from the water.
Cassiah followed Ron over to the edge and put her hands on the wet grass, preparing to hoist herself up.
Except she couldn't. It was way too high up. Why hadn't she thought of this before jumping in? She knew she was the upper body strength of a ninety-year-old. Cassiah was just starting to spiral into a state of humiliation and panic when a big, meaty, freckled hand appeared in front of her face. She followed the hand up to a pale, freckly arm, to broad shoulders, and finally to the owner's face. He was smiling softly down at her.
"I've got you," he said quietly, and he gripped onto her arm and started hoisting her up.
Cassiah blushed at her own helplessness, but also at the fact that more and more of her body was being revealed from the water. "I know this was just an opportunity for you to look at my tits," she joked, but her voice was barely above a whisper and entirely unconfident.
Ron's eyes grew wide and then dropped down to her chest before he quickly averted them anywhere else. "Oh, fuck off, Cassie," he chuckled, "Was I supposed to just leave you here?"
He easily pulled her out of the water and placed her back onto the land. Cassiah flopped ungracefully onto the grass, but thankfully, Ron wasn't watching. He'd quickly turned away from her the moment he'd put her down for some reason.
Cassiah quickly got to her feet and strode over to where her clothes were waiting for her, ready to cover herself up and finally be freed of this frigid cold. As she dressed, she heard the nearby sound of Ron hopping about, struggling to get his wet thighs into his jeans. She smiled to herself, fighting back a laugh.
That is, she was smiling until she went to put her sweater on over her long-sleeve and found that it was completely soaked and covered in mud. She picked up the sweater, face burning with anger, and turned to where Harry and Dean were getting their shoes on a couple of yards away.
"Which one of you gits dripped all over my sweater?" she questioned, knowing that her tone was harsh enough to scare the boys.
Harry hesitantly raised his hand, cowering under her stony gaze. "I'm really sorry, Cassiah. I-It was an accident, I swear," he promised.
Cassiah shook her head, deciding not to push the issue further. The combination of the remaining water on her skin and her wet braid dripping down her back had already soaked her shirt, and she couldn't help but let her teeth chatter. She looked down and her fingers were turning purple, just like they always did in the cold. She made quick work of tying her shoes, happy for the opportunity to duck her head so that the boys wouldn't see her tearing up over something so stupid. She knew it wasn't a big deal, but the walk back to the castle was so far and she was so freezing that her skin hurt.
"Here," she heard a quiet, raspy voice say from behind her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder at the source of the sound and found Ron standing there still shirtless and dripping, his eyes so big and caring, and holding out his sweater – his only shirt he had with him.
Cassiah rose to her feet to loosely hold his hand. She couldn't tell if it was actually warm, or just warmer than hers, which she knew felt like ice from the way he'd recoiled slightly at her touch. "Ron, I can't take that. You'll freeze," she replied.
"Like how you're freezing now?" he asked gently, and Cassiah felt her heart break at the caring and sweetness of his voice. She loved Ron and his big, old heart so much. "Besides, I'm fine. You know me, I run hot. I'm practically sweating," he insisted, but Cassiah knew he was lying from the way he was shivering.
She also knew Ron well enough to know that he wasn't going to back down from this. The reason being friends with him was so hard and so painful was because sometimes he did this; he acted like he did when they were together when he would do anything to make sure she was comfortable.
"Thank you, Ron," she said earnestly, reaching out to take the soft, warm sweater from his hands, "You're too nice." She pulled the sweater on over her head and instantly, she felt warmer. It was big on her, the hem falling down over her thighs and the sleeves were so long on her arms that they were more like mittens.
The maroon fabric was bulky and warm and she rubbed the soft knit of the sleeve against her cheek and sighed. Molly Weasley, who had once been starting to feel like a second mum to Cassiah, always knitted the best sweaters. When she and Ron were together, Cassiah had loved to steal them, and this one was one of her favorites – maroon with a big gold R on the front. She'd always loved that one in particular because when she was wearing it, everyone knew she was Ron's. She ignored the harsh reality that she was no longer his and let herself sink into the warm, happy feeling of being wrapped up in this sweater...
Kind of like how she'd been ignoring her feelings for the past few days and just basking in the happiness of being in Ron's life again.
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From the moment Cassiah parted ways to head back to Slytherin, Fred and George had teased Ron the whole way to the common room for being so whipped by a girl he wasn't even dating and giving Cassiah his only shirt. The other boys didn't say a word, knowing that only Ron's own brothers could get away with making fun of him over Cassie. No one else got to do that and lived to tell the tale.
He was fed up with it by the time they got back to the Gryffindor dorms, feeling the anger he hated himself for so much boiling up in his chest once again. Deep breaths, he reminded himself. He just needed to spend some time alone.
"I'm honestly really chilled," he announced to the boys, "I'm just gonna lie down and warm up by myself if you don't mind." He was lying. Sure, he was a little cold, but he really just needed to decompress after the whole skinny-dipping-with-his-ex-girlfriend-in-front-of-all-his-best-mates situation.
"We all know you just wanna go jack it after seeing Cassie naked," Seamus joked, and Ron wheeled around. He wanted to pulverize the short, Irish boy for that cheap shot but then he'd be a hypocrite because Seamus wasn't entirely wrong. He'd been half-hard in his jeans the whole walk home just replaying the brief memory of Cassiah's naked body on the shore and on the water. However, that didn't make Seamus's joke any less of a low-blow.
Ron retreated back to the dorm without saying another word. It was just easier to ignore it all sometimes, he'd learned. If he didn't engage with the little things that irritated him, it was so much easier for her to control that hot, ugly anger that lived inside him. He was getting better at it. He felt so much more in control of his emotions these days.
Once inside his dorms, he quickly changed into some warm soft pajama pants and a new sweater, delighting in the warm, cozy feeling after being out in the cold shirtless for the last twenty minutes. At least he'd saved Cassiah, though. He knew how her fingers would turn purple and her skin would hive in the cold, just like his mom.
Ron buried himself under the covers, staring up at the ceiling.
He supposed it could've been worse. He was watching the guys, and he was pretty sure none of them had been looking at Cassiah down by the lake – probably because they knew he wouldn't hesitate to swing if he'd caught them. The only bad part had been when Harry and Dean had jumped in, leaving him and Cassiah standing on the shore to strip right in front of each other, alone.
Cassiah had tried to ask him a question, but he hadn't even been able to hear it the first time because his blood was roaring so loudly in his ears. And then he'd looked over at her and bloody hell if she hadn't looked like a goddess standing there on the grass – like an angel sent down just for him.
Or maybe not angel, considering the things he wanted to do to her at that moment were anything but holy.
They'd locked eyes and the combination of those big, innocent hazel orbs and her breasts spilling out of her bra and her cute little tummy and her long legs and her arse in a thong – he was instantly hard and throbbing, his boxers tented out in front of him. It was all Ron could do to fight the primal instinct to pin her to the grass and fuck her in front of everyone right then and there. He didn't care about anything, he just needed her.
But then he'd noticed a change in her demeanor. Suddenly she was shy and fumbling with her arms to cover her stomach. He felt his heart drop in his chest at that. He hated how she got self-conscious when he knew she was the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on. He'd spent the last year telling her so, telling her that her body was just as beautiful as she was and that she should be proud of it. How could she not see what he saw?
Ron wished he could be worthy of her. She was so extraordinary, even though she didn't want the broadcast it to everyone like other people did. In school, she was brilliant: an excellent writer with a natural gift for academics. Physically, she was the most understatedly beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She didn't even have to try – he even thought she looked beautiful on days when she'd declared she looked "ugly."
And her personality? She was endlessly selfless, giving every fiber of her being to every friendship, whether she'd known the person for six years or six days. She treated all the things of the Earth – the people, the animals, the plants – like their feelings mattered to her personally, especially the ones that seemed different or broken. Sure, she had her moments of weakness, but in general, she had the kindest soul Ron had ever met.
And he had... Well, Ron had this rage, this selfishness deep inside him. For so long, he hid it because he wanted to keep Cassiah for himself. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. However, he couldn't hide his volatile emotions from her for long, especially with the turmoil of their final year at Hogwarts coming and his future being so unclear. It was all too much for him, and he found himself swinging back and forth from happy to sad to angry...
He had come to the decision that Cassiah deserved better than to be on that emotional rollercoaster, no matter how much she reassured him that she wanted to be on it. And he needed to stand by that decision now, no matter how much being around Cassie as a friend made him want to be with her like before.
He knew he would be happier being friends with Cassiah than not having her in his life at all, but he was realizing that friendship with her was a little bit more difficult than he imagined, especially on days like today. He'd happily take the hard days, though, if it meant getting to take care of her like he did earlier. He'd told her he'd always be there for anything she needed when he broke up with her, and it felt good to be a good guy again, living up to his promises instead of avoiding her in the hallways.
And he was working on himself. Maybe someday he would be worthy of a girl like Cassiah, but he knew that it wouldn't be her. She would find someone who was as good as she was, and he'd be there, as her friend, watching and knowing that he did the right thing.
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New chapter today! I hope you're all having an amazing day :) I'm in my finals week, so hopefully once I crank out these four giant research papers (fuck you, junior year), I can update a lot more!!
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Published on my Wattpad and my Tumblr (theweasleyslytherin).
summary: Ron inexplicably broke up with Cassiah Black of Slytherin house just days before their final year at Hogwarts, leaving them both with broken hearts and no future plans, but too stubborn and too proud to fix things. Will they find their way back together before the year ends, or will the end of their time at Hogwarts be the last time they ever see the each other?
warnings: SMUT
CHAPTER 11 - when the party’s over
Don't you know too much already?
I'll only hurt you if you let me
Call me friend but keep me closer
And I'll call you when the party's over
Quiet when I'm comin' home and I'm on my own
And I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
when the party's over, Billie Eilish
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Cassiah awoke to the sound of soft snoring in her room, and she startled a bit. She glanced around quickly but found nobody on her bed. It was until she saw him asleep on her floor that her heart rate calmed again – it was just Ron.
But on her floor, not in her bed next to her, like he had been the last time she'd woken up next to him.
She'd woken up to the soft sensation of gentle fingertips on her hips and a tentative tongue pressing little kitten licks to her core. His fingers were always so warm, and she felt him squeeze into the thick flesh of her hips appreciatively.
He ran his tongue in a circle over her most sensitive bundle of nerves and she shivered, letting out a quiet "ah" and leaning further into his touch.
"Good morning, baby," she heard Ron murmur from under the sheet, his voice thick and raspy with sleep in a way that made her hot all over. Merlin, she loved it when he called her that. It was a nickname only reserved for sex, and it sounded so sinful coming from between his lips.
She wanted to say something back but he'd buried his face back between her legs and she couldn't form words. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she let out a broken moan so filthy that it made him groan against her in return, the vibrations from his sound only torturing her further.
"That's my good girl," Ron whispered against her and Cassiah arched her back at his ministrations. He was so talented with his tongue and the best part was knowing how much he loved doing it. She guessed that shouldn't be too much a surprise. Everyone knew how much Ron loved to eat.
He couldn't even wait for her to wake up to get a taste of her, and the idea of that drove her absolutely mental. He'd probably woken up already hard and leaking for her.
He lapped at her entrance, pushing his tongue inside her tight walls, and used his thumb to draw quick circles over her clit. He'd only started touching her a little over a minute ago and she was already so close. She was pretty sure that if he stopped, she'd cry.
Ron moved his mouth back up to her clit and began licking and sucking faster over her. She closed her legs around his head, trying to get him as close as possible, and buried her hands in his messy red hair. He whimpered and said in between strokes of his tongue, "I love it when you're so desperate for me, Cassie. Crushing my head in between your sexy thighs. Tell me how good I make you feel, baby."
"So good, Ron," she panted, her voice high pitched and barely above a whisper, "No one makes me feel this good but you." She knew he loved to hear how she was all his for the taking and how no one could fuck her good as he did.
Ron teased two fingers at her entrance before slowly pushing them in, stretching her, all well never letting up with his tongue. She gasped at the sudden pressure.
"Merlin, you're so fucking wet for me, Cassie," Ron moaned, curling his fingers to hit just the right spot and causing Cassiah to cry out loudly. "...Dripping all over me. I want you to come for me," he urged, quickening the pace with his fingers.
"Ron," she chanted, feeling the hot pressure build in her core and knowing that she was close, "Don't stop, please, just keep doing that."
Ron didn't let up the torture on her clit or the pounding on her g spot. The sheets had long since been pushed out of the way and he looked up at her, his big blue eyes sinful as he licked a thick stripe over her. "Come for me," he demanded, and at that, she snapped, her back arching and legs thrashing as she came.
He didn't let up even as her legs shook, replacing his mouth with her thumb and drawing quick circles over her. She let him go for a minute until she couldn't take the overstimulation anymore, pushing him away and chanting, "Oh, God" over and over and over.
Ron crawled back up to her face, grinning ear to ear with pride. His face was coated in her juices and she moaned again quietly at the sight, circling her hips for friction. He looked so filthy, she wanted to kiss the little smirk off his face.
She grabbed him by the back of the head, kneading her fingers through his hair, and capturing his lips and a messy, desperate kiss.
"Are you ready for me now?" he asked against her mouth, grinding his hips against hers, "I need you so bad, baby."
"Yes," she whispered, nodding assuredly. She could feel his thick length pressing against her side and it made her core flutter. She'd known that Ron wouldn't be finished with her after making her come just once. He always ate her out before fucking her, making sure she was soaking and shaking before pushing into her.
Ron picked up Cassiah's legs and heaved them over his shoulders with such ease that she shuddered. She always forgot how strong he was until they were in bed together, when he would get dominant and take whatever he wanted. She locked her legs behind his head, begging for him to push into her. He guided his tip through her folds, coating it in her slick.
"Fuck me, Ron," she whined, "Please, fuck me."
"You want me to fuck you?" Ron questioned, still teasing at her entrance, rubbing his tip over her clit and making her gasp. "You want me to make you scream my name?"
"Yes, please," she was begging now, desperate to feel him inside her.
Without another word, Ron pushed into her, stretching her so she felt every single inch before bottoming out. They both groaned in harmony.
"Merlin, you're so tight and wet," he said.
"Do it again," Cassiah chanted, "I love it so much."
Ron pulled all the way out and slowly pushing back in, letting her feel him press against every part of her in the most delicious way. She let out a low dreamy, "Ohhh, Ron," and circled her hips against his.
He started with a relentless pace, hiking her legs even higher over his shoulders so that he could fuck into her a deeply as possible. He was rewarded with her high-pitched cries that never seemed to stop. She was a mess for him and she knew he loved it.
When she let out a particularly sinful moan, he responded with a harsh spank to her arse, and she moaned even louder.
"That's my girl," he praised, "I love how bad you are for me. Just for me. Want me to spank you again?"
Cassiah couldn't form words, she was too busy crying out his name, and getting the wind knocked out of her, but her whines and whimpers were enough of a "yes" for Ron to know what she wanted. He delivered three more smacks to her backside, and then massaged the red, hot skin he left behind with his big, meaty hands. "I love seeing my handprint on your arse," he murmured, giving her a squeeze and picking back up with his brutal thrusts.
"Ron, I'm gonna," she panted, "I'm gonna– Again." She could barely form a coherent thought. The pressure of his cock sliding against all the right places was too good.
"Come, Cassie," he said, "Come with me."
He didn't have to ask twice. Immediately, she was overcome with waves of pleasure and release, and the squeezing of her tights walls around Ron pulled him right over the edge with her.
"That's my good girl," Ron was praising her, collapsed on top of her and running a hand through her long, brown hair. Cassiah loved the feeling of his warm chest on top of hers. This was her paradise, her safe place. She reached out to wrap her arms and legs around him, holding him close and they caught their breaths.
Cassiah found her core aching at the memory. She glanced over at Ron, who was still sleeping soundly on the floor, his chest rising and falling.
She needed him so badly, but she couldn't have him. And she couldn't do anything about it herself either. Wouldn't it be wrong for her to touch herself to the thought of her ex?
She considered. There was no way that Ron hadn't jerked off the idea of her post-breakup. First of all, he was a guy, and second of all, he was Ron. She might as well call it even...
Cassiah let her hand slip under the band of her sweatpants and the lace of her panties, teasing softly over her own folds. She shuddered slightly at her own touch, remembering how it had felt to have Ron be so rough with her.
The moment didn't last long though. She heard rustling coming from the ground next to her, and a sleepy Ron calling out, "Cassie? Are you awake?"
Merlin, his morning voice. It sounded like sex itself.
She quickly removed her hand from her pants and sat up in bed to face him. He couldn't have known what she was doing. He couldn't see anything from down there, anyway. It was a coincidence.
"Yeah, I am," she replied, trying to calm her voice. So what if she was about to get off to the memory of Ron? She could be cool about this. He never had to know. "You decided to crash on the floor?"
"You don't remember the walk home?" Ron countered, a boyish grin spreading across his face as he sat up on the carpet and pushed the spare comforter off of himself.
"You know I usually don't," chided Cassiah, now sitting up herself.
Ron chuckled to himself, raising his hands to surrender that she was right. He yawned lightly. "I'm sorry about ruining your hookup for you last night. I wasn't trying to be possessive or anything, we were just both drunk and I wanted to make sure you were oka–"
"Ron, seriously," Cassiah reassured him, rising out of her bed and putting her feet into her slippers before sitting back down, "I believe you. And I definitely was too drunk, so... Thanks, for realizing," she said, blushing and ducking her head in embarrassment.
"I'll always make sure you're okay, Cassie," he said simply with a small smile.
He had no idea how much pain that one sentence hurt her – a sentence she was sure he had meant to be kind. But that was what he had said to her the day he left her: If you ever need me, you know I'll be there. That was the most painful thing she had ever heard, and now here she was, hearing it again.
"I know," she replied, not wanting to discuss it further. "Do you want to go get breakfast? I'm sure everyone's already heading down to the hall."
"Merlin, I thought you'd never ask," Ron groaned, placing a hand on his stomach, "I could eat a horse. Or two. Please, let's go."
Cassiah giggled at that, but also knew that it was most likely true. She'd never seen someone eat like Ron Weasley. She swore he had a hollow leg.
The two of them headed down to the dining hall to meet up with all of their friends at the Gryffindor table. Thankfully, everyone was arriving from different places at the same times – Dean from the Hufflepuff dorms, Fred apparently also from Slytherin where he'd gone home with some girl – so no one noticed that Cassiah and Ron were arriving together.
Fred and George both looked like hell, and so did Seamus. Cassiah found herself feeling thankful that she'd woken up without a hangover. It seemed that Ron, Dean, and Harry were similarly lucky. She also noticed that Neville was nowhere to be found, and when she looked around the hall, neither was Luna. She smiled knowingly to herself.
"Merlin, Ron, just watching you eat all that is gonna make me hurl," Seamus complained, rubbing his temples. Cassiah looked over, and sure enough, Ron's plate was already piled high with pancakes and eggs and sausages and the lot. He was tearing into it messily, complete with a bit of syrup on the side of his mouth. Cassiah wanted to kiss it off.
"Wha?" Ron mumbled incredulously through a mouthful of cornbread, "I'm hungry. Sorry that I'm not hungover, Finnigan."
"Ronnie's just built different," George supplied, jokingly messing up his brother's hair. Ron scowled at him. "Anyways," he continued, "Fred, where did you disappear to last night?"
Fred looked up from his coffee with a smug smirk on his face, "Down in the Slytherin dungeons. That's all you wanna know."
"Gross," Dean wrinkled his nose and Ron nodded aggressively in agreement.
"So," Fred continued, "Before we woke up massively hungover, Georgie and I had planned on playing a little pick-up Quidditch if any of you are still interested?"
Everyone in the group agreed to it, even Cassiah, who usually would shy away from sports. It was going to be pretty low-stakes, and they assured her that she could just fly around on a broom if she really felt like it. That was enough of a sell for her. Plus, she'd get to watch Ron play up close.
No. She had to stop thinking like that. She'd seen him flirting with other girls last night, and she'd make a promise to herself that she'd stop trying to win him back. She had to respect his wishes to just be friends. But, she supposed, that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the view?
The said "view" right now was polishing a second, or more likely third, plate of breakfast food and sopping up the extra syrup and jam with a piece of toast. He leaned back in his chair, clutching his stomach and muffling a belch with his fist. Why was it cute and endearing when he did it? Watching anybody consume that sheer volume of fat and carbs should make her feel physically sick. But it was Ron, and this was how he was, and she loved him for it.
"Merlin, that last pancake was definitely a mistake," he announced to the group, "I'm definitely going to need a nap before we play, lads."
"Whatever, Weasley," Seamus rolled his eyes, still grumpy from his presumed hangover, "Why don't we meet around noon down at the Quidditch pitch?"
"Let's raise the stakes," George said with an evil glint in his eye that Cassiah knew all too well.
"H-how?" she asked, not really wanting to know the answer. The group fell silent, considering, until Fred broke into the most devious grin Cassiah had ever seen.
"I don't like that face," she murmured to Ron, who nodded in agreement as he sipped his orange juice.
Fred wiggled his eyebrows. "Losing team jumps into the Great Lake."
Cassiah felt her body relax when she heard his words. That was so much more benign than she thought it was going to be.
"Naked."
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Cassiah showed up to the Quidditch Pitch with her hair in a braid down her back and Ron immediately knew his concentration was fucked. She looked so effortlessly beautiful in her sweater and her leggings, which cupped her backside perfectly. But it was the hairstyle that really had him screwed. He had vivid memories of her braiding her hair like that and then giving him mind-blowing head. He felt his dick give a weak twitch in his pants and he willed it away. Bloody hell.
"Hey boys," she said casually as she approached, "Who's ready to play some Quidditch?"
His heart melted. Even the way she held her broom was cute. It was obvious she wasn't used to carrying one, let alone maneuvering her way around one. Here she was, though, ready to play.
Ron wasn't nervous about the little scrimmage. They'd pulled teams, and even with Cassiah on his team, he still thought they were set up to win. It was him, Dean, Harry, and Cassiah against Fred, George, Seamus, and Neville. Sure, Cassiah was a bit of a liability, but the twins were surely out of practice after not being at school for a year, and Ron nearly doubled Seamus in size. Dean himself was pretty decent. But what really mattered was the combination of him and Harry. Harry was an amazing flyer, and quite honestly, in the past few months, Ron had really bloomed as a Quidditch player. At this point, he was easily better than Harry and definitely stronger. He was probably the best player at Hogwarts, but he didn't want to admit it out loud.
In short, he was planning to show off, and everybody else on the team should just stay out of his and Harry's way.
The match started and Ron immediately started out rough, barreling straight towards Fred and nearly knocking him off his broom in his mission to get the ball. As a team, he and Harry scored goal after goal and didn't let a single one in. Dean even got in on it a little bit. Merlin, Ron loved the feeling of playing Quidditch. It made him feel so good about himself.
They were probably halfway through the match when he saw Cassiah fly by, a little shaky on her broom. He couldn't help but notice the defeated look on her face and the way she hung her head a bit.
Ron didn't even notice the ball soaring towards him until it had hit him straight in the gut. He grunted and grabbed it, whipping it uncharacteristically aimlessly in any direction. He couldn't get the image of Cassiah's sad face out of his face. Sure, he wanted to win the game, but...
"Time out!" he called gruffly, his voice carrying throughout the pitch. Everyone looked at him, confused, but he ignored it and gathered his teammates around.
"What's the problem, Weasley?" Dean questioned, "We're winning by a longshot."
Ron noticed that Cassiah was watching him with big, expecting eyes. It was clear to him how uncomfortable and out of place she felt, and he couldn't stand to see any of his friends looking like that, let alone her.
"I just think we ought to let everyone get a little action," he explained with a shrug, "I mean, we're far enough ahead that it should be fine."
"Weasley, I don't want to have to strip naked–"
"Obviously, Dean," Ron countered, growing frustrated, "Just– Let me show Cassiah a few things."
Cassiah looked at him, blushing at having to be tutored, but also clearly very relieved and thankful to be included. "Thanks, Ron," she said quietly.
"Course," he replied with a crooked smile, "So when we break, you stick with me, Cassie. Harry and Dean will run defense."
"Okay."
The game came roaring back to life and Ron made sure to keep a slower pace, letting Cassiah keep up with him to ride along his side. The other players whizzed past them, creating a wind that blew through their hair, but he ignored the itch to go knock them off their brooms. It wasn't all about showing off, after all.
"Wait here," he told her and she giggled,
"Where would I go?"
He took off after Seamus, swerving to intersect a pass and grabbing the ball out of the air. He circled back around the Cassiah, dodging both of his brothers in the process. He tossed her the ball gently, and she caught it, her eyes big and questioning. God, those hazel eyes.
"What am I supposed to do with this?!" she cried, completely bewildered.
"Shoot!" Ron responded with a chuckle. When she didn't move, he flew a bit closer to her to come behind her.
"I'm gonna miss, Ron," she admittedly defeatedly, "You should just do it."
He shook his head, "No. Here, I'll even line the shot up for you."
He tried to ignore how he heard cheering and scoring happening on the other side of the field. Everyone was pretty much ignoring him and Cassiah.
Ron flew right up behind Cassiah and took hold of both of her arms, gently positioning them to line up the shot for her. Loose hairs from her braid tickled his nose and he inhaled, breathing in her soft, lavender smell. He was so close to her he could feel the warmth radiating off of her skin.
"Okay, if you throw it as hard as you can from here, I promise it will go in," he reassured, knowing that she was afraid of embarrassing herself in front of everyone. He was just proud that she was playing at all. If she'd done this when they were dating, he would've gone mental. His favorite girl playing his favorite sport. That obviously wasn't the case anymore, though, he reminded himself. He was just happy to see his friend letting go of some of her anxiety.
Cassiah wound up and, as instructed, threw the ball as hard as she could. As promised, it soared through the hoops and counted as a goal.
"Oh my God!" she shrieked with excitement, "I did it!"
"You did it!" Ron crowed, giving her shoulder a squeeze, "I told you!"
It was so worth all of the extra work just to see how excited she was, in comparison to how defeated and upset she had been earlier.
"Bloody fucking hell!" he heard from across the field. He and Cassiah both turned, startled out of their reverie. Dean was throwing down his hat angrily and Harry was running a distressed hand through his hair.
Ron looked at the scoreboard, which had been magically keeping count of the goals. He gulped.
Fred and George had scored a lot without Ron there to fend them off.
So much that they'd actually come back and won the game.
He and Cassiah flew over to the others, who were either celebrating or pouting, respectively.
"Hope it was worth it trying to get your dick wet, mate," Harry muttered angrily in Ron's ear.
"Shut up, Harry, I was just trying to be a good friend," Ron sputtered defensively.
Fred and George were celebrating the loudest, excited to watch the other act out their punishment for losing and make fun of them for it.
"Alright, get to it!" George smirked, gesturing at the lake looming just a little way in the distance.
Ron glanced over at Cassiah, who looked surprisingly calm. He, however, felt sick. He hadn't considered before that the losing team having to skinny-dip might include Cassiah. He didn't want everyone seeing her naked. Sure, he wasn't his girlfriend but she was his ex and he knew what she looked like. He knew how good she looked naked. He didn't want everyone else to get to know, too.
"I dunno, lads, I'm a little bloated today. M'not looking my best. Maybe we should save the stripping for another time," Ron tried to joke his way out of it, but no one was having it.
The four of them made their way down to the dock like they had been given a death sentence. They knew the water waiting for them was cold, and it was humiliating to have to jump in naked. But these were the terms they'd agreed to – that was before, though, when Ron had planned on winning awesomely and not getting distracted. It had still been kind of worth it though to see Cassiah so happy, even just for a few seconds.
And now, in a few seconds, he was going to be naked in front of Cassiah again. Something so familiar, so comfortable, and yet also everything but familiar and comfortable at the same time.
Harry and Dean stripped down quickly, earning a few wold-whistles from the others, before diving into the lake as quickly as humanly possible. Ron vaguely recognized the sound of Harry swearing about how cold it was.
He looked over at Cassiah, who was looking at anything but him. He supposed he should probably do the same. He couldn't believe this was happening – him and Cassiah. Naked.
Ron gulped and reached down to take off his shoes.
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I hope you enjoyed the double-update today!! I’m feeling very inspired by this story lately!
All I want is go skinny-dipping with Ron Weasley. smh
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