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It’s purely beneficial. Part 1

Teen!Bill Weasley x f!reader

Summary: Y/n is a slytherin girl who has a knack for getting in trouble. Bill Weasley, is Gryffindor head boy, and seems to always be the one catching y/n out on her mischief. What happens when one night things get out of hand and a mutual agreement is made?

Word count: 2,223.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, possible ooc bill, alcohol, assault, use of y/n, degrading, head (male receiving), unedited

Feedback highly appreciated 🫶🏻

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You were roaming the halls, late into the night. Sleep hadn’t been an easy thing to come by recently, so you wandered around, trying your best to not get caught. There was one boy in particular you desperately wanted to avoid at all costs, Bill Weasley.

He was the head boy of gryffindor, and was an absolute pain to be around. He seemed to always be there, catching you out after hours, or playing a prank, or even just being too loud. Because of him, you’d lost slytherin house so many points. You hated him.

Tonight was like any other, your luck ran thin and you turned a corner, only to be met with a hard chest.

“What the- Oh. It’s you” Bill scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, backing away from him. You stood there, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

“Weasley I swear to Godric, if you take points away” You say sharply, only to be met with a mischievous grin.

“10 points from slytherin” He announces proudly, making you groan.

“What the fuck Weasel” you huff out angrily, going to storm past him, before being grabbed harshly and dragged back into place.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? I’m taking you to Snape. You need detention.”

“Get fucked, that��s not happening” You scoff, pulling out your wand and flicking it and sending him flying, giving you the perfect opportunity to run.

Bill watches in shock as you run through the halls, getting further and further away from him. He groans, annoyed at the fact you had bested him once more.

The next morning, you’re flooded with pride at the thought of Bill flying through the air. The sight alone makes a slight chuckle leave your mouth.

You get yourself ready for class, throwing on your robes and running out your dorm, wand and book in hand. Potions. The class you despise the most, despite excelling at it. Why? Because it’s a class you’ve been forced to partner with none other than Bill Weasley in.

You walk in, instantly being ridiculed by Snape, who tells you to hurry up and get to your table and help Weasley with the potion.

“You’re late. Again.” Bill scoffs, looking down at you.

“Shut up” You mutter, shoving him out of the way and taking over the potion. Much to his dismay, the potion is almost instantly perfected once you take over, leading to Snape awarding 15 reluctant points to slytherin.

The rest of the day is an uneventful as ever, you do your usual activities. You go to classes, sleep through History of magic, hex Weasley in defence against the dark arts, all the fun things. Your day is ended with an amazing surprise, there’s an inter house party being held in the Gryffindor common room.

You sat in your dorm room with your best friend, Louise Parkinson, getting ready. You had on a short green silk dress with a corset waist and plunging neckline, paired with a leather jacket, fishnets and black boot heels that reach mid calf. Your hairs curled and you’re currently getting your makeup done by Louise.

“yknow…you’re so lucky that Bill shows you so much attention. Merlin he’s hot” She giggles, fan girling over the boy you despise so strongly.

“Uhm ew, Louise seriously, he’s not all that”

“Whatever” She sighs, rolling her eyes.

After a short moment of silence, she speaks again.

“Seriously though..if you have the chance, go for it” She grins.

You glare at her, going to talk before being cut off by her saying she’s done. She steps aside and you look at yourself in the mirror, it’s only simple, mascara, eyeliner, a good lip combo and highlighter, but Merlin do you look good. You grin at yourself, standing up with a slight bounce in your walk and heading out the room, Louise trailing behind.

It’s quite the mission getting to the Gryffindor common room without getting caught, but luckily, you make it. As you walk through the entryway behind the fat lady, music hits your ears, paired with talking and laughter.

Louise instantly runs off, heading to talk to some random boy she’s found interest in. You head straight to the alcohol table, grabbing a cup and pouring some fire whiskey.

You go to turn around and find Louise, instead coming face to face with Bill. A scowl comes across your face.

“We always meet this way, don’t we?” he says, clearly as unamused as you are.

“mhm” you hum, shoving your way past him.

The night goes on, the music getting louder and everyone getting more drunk. Louise ran off with a guy, so you’re now alone. Anyone would think you’d be deterred, but instead, you’ve taken it upon yourself to be the life of the party.

You’re in the middle of the room, dancing alongside a random Ravenclaw girl. Yous are singing the words to a song rather loudly, and not very well, while swaying your hips and moving to the beat.

Your movement is cut off by a hand slapping your ass, then gliding around your waist. You turn around quickly, every thought drowned out from the alcohol. You’re met with the face of a random man, something that finally makes a single thought come through; danger.

You frantically try to get out of his grip, ignoring every word leaving his lips as he tries to seduce you into his arms. In any normal circumstance, you’d be able to get free, but with the alcohol running through your system, you can’t even break his grip.

Tears begin to fall at the situation, utter fear running through you. Luckily for you, someone notices. Unbeknownst to you, that someone is your sworn enemy. He knocks the boy out, and you run into his arms, crying into his chest.

You wake up the next morning, warm and cozy in bed. Your peaceful state is ruined by the disturbing realisation that someone’s body is trapped underneath your own. You sit up quickly, looking down and seeing an already awake bill Weasley.

Your cheeks quickly flush a shade of red that rivals his hair, making a deep chuckle leave him. You try desperately to remember the night before, with no success. Just as you go to ask, he cuts you off.

“Chill. Nothing happened, you were drunk, some guy tried doing shit to you. Nobody else was gonna stop him so I did, you were too drunk to care it was me you just wanted to go to bed after I knocked the twat out.” He explains.

For the first time, you take note of how deep his voice is, the sound only deepened further by the fact it’s morning and he had not long woken up.

“Right” you reply quietly.

“As much as I fucking hate your guts, can you lay back down? I was comfortable” He mutters, one of his hands flying to your waist, not pulling you down, simply sitting there awaiting action.

You nod, slightly unnerved by the fact you’re doing such a thing, but ultimately knowing it’s a matter of yous both being hungover and tired. Your body sits on top of his, your head on his chest. His hand rests on the small of your back, the size of it making you feel small.

After a few minutes of lying that way, you shift, needing to get comfortable. Apparently, such an action wasn’t ideal, because soon, you feel a bulge growing underneath your leg.

“What the fuck?!” You all but squeal in shock, shooting up.

Bill groans. “Fuck. Shit. Sorry I just- I can’t help it with you wiggling around”

You stare down at Bill, taking in the freckles across his face, now covered by red, the way his lips lay half parted, his blue eyes piercing into my soul, full of need.

Suddenly, a large hand pulls you back down. You look at Bill with confusion.

“Huh?” you mutter.

Bill brushes hair from your face, his hand trailing down your jaw, all the way to your chin, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

“Deal with the problem you caused.” He says, his voice deep and raspy.

His words instantly make your face ignite in flames.

“C’mon Y/N…it’s purely beneficial.”

“I hate you.” You state matter of factly.

Bill chuckles, the sound radiating deep within your chest. “I hate you too, love. Doesn’t mean you can’t give me a quick blowy and go on with your day”.

“Bill-“

“Y/N. Seriously…it means nothing. It’s a one time thing..unless one of us wants this happening again. I won’t tell anyone, I won’t bring it up to you unless we’re in private..just for godrics sake Y/N..give me this”

It takes a second for the words to sink in, but eventually, you nod. “What do I get in return?”

“Pleasure whenever you want it” Bill whispers, sending shivers down your spine and heat to your core.

You bite your lip, thinking it over for a second. Bill watches as you crawl off the bed, onto the floor, and sinking onto your knees.

“Come here”

Bills eyes seem to flare with lust as he moves to the edge of the bed. You slide a hand onto his thigh, running it up and over his bulge.

“Oh fuck” Bill moans, his hips bucking.

A breathy laugh leaves you. Your hand slides up to his waistband, a finger hooking into it and tugging it down. Bill lifts his hips, letting you pull them down.

You’re met with a glorious sight, at least 8 thick inches of manhood, with a bush of bright orange pubes to match his hair. The sight makes you swallow, your heart racing. Bill laughs, putting a large hand under your chin to tilt your head.

“Is there an issue, love?” He says in a sultry voice.

You shake your head. “Everything’s fine.”

With your words, his hand slides to the back of your head, pushing you down further. You look up at him, grabbing the base of his dick in your hand. Your tongue traces the bottom of it, licking a stripe. Bill groans in pleasure.

Your lips wrap fully around his tip, sucking lightly and slowly taking more and more in your mouth. You quickly feel him touching your throat and gag. Bill lets out breathy moans, pushing your head down his cock. Your eyes water, but you keep sucking, letting him move your head to his own desire, fucking your face and swearing.

“Merlin..yer gonna be the death of me, y/n..ohh fuck..” he moans out, pushing you down so every inch is deep within your mouth and throat.

His fingers wrap around your hair, his other hand moving to push every strand out of your face.

“Fuck you look so pretty…my dick down your throat. Mm..could get used to this baby, you’d like that, yeah?”

You could only look up at him pleadingly in response, any hatred for the man temporarily pushed aside. Your throat burned, and tears were streaming down your face but neither of you cared.

He looked so good, his head thrown back, his long hair messy. His eyes rolled back and his lips were parted, the sight alone was enough to make you feel like jumping up and hopping on his dick. Instinctively, you rubbed your thighs together, seeking friction and making you moan around him.

He looked down at you, seeing what you were doing. His movements get harsher, his cock throbbing in your mouth.

“You enjoying this baby? You like me using you like the fuckin’ slut you are?

His dirty words only heightened your emotions, the need for pleasure increasing. You suctioned your mouth tighter, hoping it’d feel good.

“Fuckkkk, ‘m so close..so good..oh shit..”

With a loud groan, he holds your head down, thrusting up and cumming deep in your throat. He holds you there a second, before pulling you off him and panting.

“Fucking hell that was good.” He said, clearly worn out. “Swallow it all, y/n. Be a good girl and swallow my cum.”

You did as he said, swallowing every last drop and sticking your tongue out to prove it.

Bill groans. “Fuck that’s hot”.

He grabs your arm, tugging you up onto his lap. His hand moves to your hip, rubbing softly. Your breath catches when he leans in, connecting his lips with your neck.

“Let me make you feel good” he mutters against the skin of your neck.

You nod, muttering a string of pleas. He chuckles, turning you onto your back and slowly pulling down your underwear. He looks up at you, a devilish grin on his face.

“Jeez, sucking my dick made you that wet?” he says, sliding his finger through your wetness.

“Shut up” you begin to argue, cut off by a finger plunging into you.

“Ah..”

Bills finger speeds up, another one quickly being added. He pumps them quickly in unison, muttering sweet, but dirty words into your ear.

The rooms filled with sounds of squelching and your moans, the smell of sex everywhere. Bills fingers hit a place inside you that makes your back arch, your eyes rolling back. He grins, intentionally hitting that same stop.

A pool of heat builds up in your lower stomach, his fingers thrusting once more and making it snap. You clench around him tightly, moaning his name.

He lets you ride out your high, before pulling him fingers out and licking them clean.

The sight alone makes you ready for round 2.

God, you were fucked.

Part 2 coming soon, this took way too long to write 🥲 very unedited, my bad.

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