#ron smut headcanon

[niya-writesshit]

nsfw hcs i enjoy!!!!!!

ron weasley

TW: nsfw, j mentions of sex throughout, pretty much smut ngl

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- he's always saying shit like "bloody hell love that feels so good," "fuck love right there," "making m' feel so good (name), blimey." - lowk this man probably jerks off to you 😭. not in a creepy way, but he's just so sexually attracted to you. there's all these little things that turn him on about you: you wearing his quidditch jersey, or you giving him a kiss in front of all your friends. even you simply putting up your hair made him have dirty thoughts, but he just couldn't control it really. - ^^^ the quidditch jersey thing omg... ron goes absolutely feral when he sees you in any sort of clothing of his, but especially his jerseys. if it's the day of a game and you come down to greet him after (or even before) a game wearing his jersey, rest assured you will be pulled over to a private corner of the changeroom and fucked. he's just so in love with you and the sport, and he probably would press you against a locker in that jersey and fuck the shit out of you immediately. "you look so good in that love." he wouldn't even care about the others hearing him, he's just so turned on fr. "bloody hell (name), see what you do to me?" - loves receiving head (who doesn't), but only from you because you know how to do it just right. he's obsessed with the way you look with his dick in your mouth, especially when you've got tears rolling down your face or drool dripping down onto his abdomen. he loves seeing you ruined, and it's almost out of character for him to be so in love with seeing you so degraded. - BUT BRO PRAISE. ron couldn't even verbally degrade you during sex because he's so insanely in love with you. it would probably hurt him to call you anything other than love, and he's constantly checking in on you as he fucks you. "you're doing so good, love." "taking m'so well, (name), fuuuuck. y' sure your alright, love?" as he pumps his massive cock into you. "you feel so good, m'love. yer doing so good for me, aren't ya?" " 'm so close, love, fuck. see how good you make me feel, baby?" - like i said in the head one, he loves seeing you ruined by his dick. it gives him an ego boost when you need to pause to re-adjust or you gag while deep-throating him. he always feels a little bad if he makes you cry while he's fucking you, but he compensates by praise. - he loves how small you are compared to him. when you're finished with sex (or even just when you sit near him), he pulls you close to let you spoon into him. he likes to wrap his large hand around yours, or press his body against yours to feel how tiny it was around him. he def bear hugs you! or he'll tangle his legs in yours and envelope you in his arms, it makes him feel like he's protect you when you're wrapped in his body like that.

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[rainydayathogwarts]

Me and you - Harry Potter

This came to me fresh out of the shower and it was so cute in my head I couldn't not write it. Summary: You keep on telling Ron to just 'ask her out' so he challenges you to ask your crush since it's oh so easy. Somehow, you both end up with dates. 0.8k+ wc

"It's not that hard Ron, just ask her out!" You complained, sighing in annoyance. Your legs were swung over the side of an armchair in the living room of Sirius's parents' old house, holding your book in one hand, you index finger dipping into the middle of it so that you didn't lose the page you were on. You'd been reading, or rather, trying to read for the past hour, and for half of that time, Ron Weasley, one your best friends, sat right in front of you on the carpet, making shapes on it with his finger while whining about his silly crush on your other best friend.

"You'll never know if you don't ask her!" You added, opening your book once more, hoping he'd get the hint. Sirius and Remus sat on the couch amusedly, matching grins on their faces at your constant bickering. You reminded them of a young Sirius and Lily, with Lily trying to frustratedly get back to her book, telling Sirius to finally ask Remus out from pure annoyance. "Right well if it's so easy to just ask your best friend out, who you've had a crush on for years, why haven't you done it?" Your eyes widened at the comment, eyes pausing on the words on your page and you slowly looked up from the book at Ron's retort, mouth open in shock with your eyebrows raised as if to call him out for his audacity.

"Go ahead, if you're so brave. Ask him out and then I'll take your words seriously." You were painfully aware of the pairs of eyes glued to you as you clamped your mouth shut, eyes quickly glancing towards Remus and Sirius to confirm your suspicions. Their jaws were slack, their silence speaking volumes. You scoffed, putting your book aside and rolling your shoulders back. If there was one thing that would gain your old Professor and his epic boyfriend's approval, it would be this. You shot one last glare at Ron before clearing your throat, watching as his eyes widened in realisation.

"Hey Harry!" You called out cheerfully to the other side of the room where Harry was playing - and losing - a game of chess against George. Hermione and Fred watched their game, adding comments where necessary, but at the sound of your voice, all four of their heads snapped towards you. You had to will yourself not to look at any of their faces other than the boy you were talking to, instead continuing "What do you say we go to Hogsmeade together the weekend we get back at Hogwarts." You swallowed nervously, adding "Me and you." for good measure.

Your eyes trained on Harry, who nodded, smiling shyly as a blush painted his cheeks rosy. "Yeah, yeah of course." He looked back at the board before turning to you once more. "Wait as friends or-" You shook your head, abruptly cutting him off "No. Not-not as friends" You adjusted yourself on the armchair, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as Harry's face darkened even more, and he nodded again, stating "Yeah, I'd like that. Okay." You inhaled deeply, nodding your head with him as you felt your face heat up. "Okay." You grinned timidly, sinking into the chair before looking at your best friend, feeling giddy.

Without taking any time to recover, you raise your eyebrows at Ron, nodding your head in Hermione's direction. Cursing, Ron stood up from the floor, mumbling under his breath before mimicking your movements and calling out "Hermione?" When the girl looked up, her locks falling perfectly around her face with an expectant look on her face, he asked "Do you want to go out? With me?" He gulped loudly, observing as the girl's cheeks flushed darkly, a grin engulfing her features. "Sure, Ron." She replied, giggling at the end of her sentence. "Oh thank god!" He exclaimed, turning away from her immediately to collapse on the empty space on the couch behind him, clamping a hand over his heart.

A loud silence overtook the big room, with the exception of a "It's your turn, Harry." From George. You and Ron stared at each other, wide-eyed, before you finally said arrogantly. "I did it better." The reply from him came instantly "No the fuck you didn't. Me and You?" He mocked, his voice going exaggeratedly high pitched. "Uh, with me?" You imitated gruffly, ducking to avoid the pillow Ron threw at you. "Hey! You started it!" You shrieked, picking your book back up, promptly hiding your face in it to cover your flushing cheeks and excited smile.

"Holy shit." Sirius commented. "Look at them go." Remus hummed from beside him, ignorant to the fact you could hear them perfectly. "It only took you and James months of convincing each other to ask us out. Took them two minutes." On the other side of the room, Harry and Hermione shot each other excited looks, grinning at the loud conversation you had with Ron. "I think she did it better." Harry whispered, hitting his shoe against Hermione's. "Oh yeah, she definitely did."

[bellewintersroe]

Easy Boys x Reader - Smut

Smutty smut - how the sex goes down after months of not being able to touch one another, 18+ content below the cut - like pure filth so be warned.

Babe Heffron:

“Babe.” You’d be grinding on top of him, the two of you attempting to keep quiet as you move your hips back and forth on top of him. You’d be red in the cheeks, the warmest you’d felt in months, completely naked in the small bedroom you’d escaped to in Haguenau. Babe would swallow harshly, hands digging into your hips as he focuses on not cumming so quickly but he’s so captivated by the way your body moves against his, the way your face is confronted in pleasure and the way your tits would bounce with every movement.

Your back would be arched and you’re feeling like you’re ready to hit your peak until somebody bangs harshly on the door. “What the hell are you two doing in there?!”

Babe would shoot up, pulling your body below his protectively, with a harsh shout of, “nothin’! Go away!” At first he’d be a little disgruntled that your first love making session after months would be interrupted. “You’re doin’ nothin’?!” One of the other men would call out, not sounding so sure and you’d make eye contact and begin giggling before shushing each other.

“Yeah, nothin’! Just fuck off!” He called out again before looking down to you and kissing you deeply. “Just make sure you wrap it, Babe!”

Ron Speirs:

Dirty, dirty, pent up tension sex in his office after waiting for so fucking long. He’d have you bent over his table, your hands gripping onto anything they could find as he’d hold you by the hips and thighs, pulling your body into his with every single thrust of his hips.

It would be the kind of sex where you can’t walk properly for days after, like it’s sinful but you have to say quiet. Ron has his tie wrapped around your mouth, gagging you as he mutters praises every now and then.

“Missed you so much, sweetheart.”

“You’re even tighter than I remember.”

“God, I love this pussy.”

Ron is such a dom, and the two of you would get soooo carried away with how rough and lustful the sex gets. When you’re laid back over his desk and he’s on top of you he doesn’t give two shits about swiping everything onto the floor. After, when both of you are dishevelled and relieved it takes a whole long time to tidy up the mess you both make.

Joe Liebgott:

The two of you are friends until things bubble over during the party in Eindhoven. One minute you’re talking about how the neither has got any for months and then next thing you know you’re making out as needy and desperate as anything. The underlying sexual tension finally bubbles over and Joe is groping at your titties as you lay back on the table in some random house and he fucks you stood up.

The two of you don’t really speak, but considering how loud the festivities and party goers are outside you can be as loud as you want resulting in some pretty noisy, energetic sex. I wouldn’t necessarily call it rough, but it’s quick, his thrusts are erratic and you’re bouncing like crazy on top of him. Joe’s super cautious however, like he’d deffo check several times that you’re sure, especially as you’re friends- you’d deffo forget to use a condom and after the sex it sure does make for some awkward meetings later on.

Gene Roe:

Listen, cos you’re a nurse and he’s a medic you probs get the opportunity to be together alot more than you would in any other position. But just because you’re together doesn’t mean you’re alone, you’ve both tried for months to get some time alone, behind the closed curtains in the aid station, outside behind a bombed out building- hell you’d even sought each other out in a foxhole sometimes.

But nothing went past making out and touching over the clothes, that was until now. You’d finally got back to England and the house he was billeted in was empty for the night meaning you two were left to it on a rickety single bed. Did either of you care? No. The two of you would spend hours exploring one another’s body’s again, kissing, biting, sucking. Gene would have his head between for legs for hours if he could, and when he’d on top, fucking into you he’s already warning you he can’t last for long. Poor Gene would probs finish so fast but he’d go for another round, huffing and puffing past how sensitive his cock was because he knows it makes you feel so good.

Joe Toye:

“Fucking finally.” He’d mutter as soon as he was inside of you. His hips would move slowly, exhaling as he throws his sling onto the aid station cot behind him. “Joe.” You’d warn quietly. It’s super late in the aid station, Joe’s messed his arm up and the only perk of being at the aid station is that he gets to see you. After a heated exchange you find an empty space and the two of you give into your temptations.

It’s slow and sensual, you both have to be extra fucking quiet but Joe’s kissing up and down your spine when he takes you from behind, muffling your breaths with his hand and spilling his cum all over your ass, feeling like he could bust all over again at the sight of his seed dripping over your sweet pussy.

“Just 10 more minutes, huh, sugar?”

Lewis Nixon:

After you both go through breakups towards the end of the war, neither of you have had sex for a good year. The two of you would be drunk and comforting one another and one thing leads to another and soon you’re writhing beneath him, moaning out ‘sir’ as he’s bucking into you. Ugh and it’s so good, so lustful and dirty, you both have so much pent up emotion that’s released during the sex and afterwards the two of you kinda look each other like, ‘holy fuck that was good, did we actually just do that?’

Lewis deffo shares a cigarette with you after.

Floyd Talbert:

“C’mere, doll.” He’d hush pulling you into some kind of shed, close enough to where everybody in the company were. He had you picked up, holding your thighs and ass up whilst he fucked you as quietly as possible. Neither of you cared about the impractical location, you were alone and Floyd was inside you. The two of you probably wouldn’t bother with a condom which ummm leads to a worrying few weeks after but it’s all chill.

Floyd would have you in every kinda position, on the floor, up against the wooden wall- only when the whole shed was shaking did he have to lay you down using his blazer as a barrier between you and the floor. Floyd would be all over you, squeezing, grabbing, kissing, even though it’s probably just a quickly he’d throw in a million different things, including foreplay just to touch all the bases.

[wynt3rrr]

—NSFW: how they react when they accidentally make you cry during sex

(in this preference, you cry because you are overwhelmed, not because of the pleasure😭😭😭)

harry potter:

he doesn’t immediately notice

once he does, he quick to pull out and reassure of your needs or problems

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to”

kiss your head as he hugs you tightly

hermione granger:

notices right away

she stops whatever she’s doing and hugs you without saying a word

feels guilty she made you cry

ron weasley:

thinks your crying out of pleasure

laughs and goes harder or faster until you tell him to stop

once he does he feels so bad, he won’t leave your side for days

draco malfoy:

was watching your face the whole time and he immediately noticed the look in your eye change . he saw the tears start to build up in your eyes and your mouth part, unable to speak

you put a hand on his chest and he stops, asking what’s wrong

“i’m so so sorry”

rubs your back, cooing you to sleep

luna lovegood:

“is everything ok?” you shake your head no at her question and she stops

she kisses your nose and asks what’s wrong

george weasley:

immediately freezes

pulls out and tries to calm down your breathing

kissing you repeatedly

fred weasley:

asks what’s wrong as he continues

you scream for him to stop and immediately noticed something is off

apologizes and hugs you till you sleep

[thatonelovingwalker]

Carl x Reader x Ron

Summary: You and Ron found a stash of weed just few miles outside Alexandria, and convinced Carl to join you both for a smoking session.

TW: Weed, suggestive themes, make out session, marking, shotgun smoking, Carl is inexperienced

You and Ron finally convinced Carl to leave his home and go to your hiding cubby just outside the walls perimeter. You and Ron had turned it into a cubicle with pillows, blankets, snacks, and a couple homemade weapons for when either of you needed a break from the new world.

Carl knew about it vaguely, but he had never set foot in it. When he did however, you could tell he was tense. The thought of getting high when something could go wrong nearly triggered a panic within him. But at the sight of the pastel plushies that you scavenged calmed him a little.

“Carl, it’s going to be okay. Y/N set little traps around the place. She’s actually quite good at it,” Ron assured Carl, motioning to a spot on the small love seat.

“Yeah,” was all Carl responded with, taking off his gun holster and hat.

Once the three of you were comfortable, you and Ron started rolling the joints. Ron took his time, and eventually had to take over for you. You had never done it before, and if it was too loose, you’d get more air than anything.

You turned to look at Carl from your spot on the floor. His arms rested on his knees while his head stood still on his knuckles. He was watching intently to Ron as he worked, observing the way his fingers moved naturally, gracefully, wrapping each thread of the herb with precision. Carl was entranced. It made you smile.

You had known for a while about Carls attraction, though he never said anything to you. It was easy to spot. You and Ron had talked about it, but he brushed it off.

“All done. Ready?” Ron asked.

“Finally,” you giggled, taking the smoke from Ron. Carl grabbed his hesitantly, holding it as if it were a disease.

“It will help you relax, Carl. I promise,” Ron assured before lighting his own. He took a deep drag from the smoke, letting it rest in his lungs for a few seconds before releasing it. He looked blissed out just from one pump.

Carl saw this and attempted to pull one before coughing it back up. His lungs weren’t used to it.

“Oh geese Carl. Are you okay?” You asked him, watching him double over. You rubbed his back gently.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to,” you said. You didn’t want to pressure him.

“I have an idea that might make it easier, Carl. Wanna try it?” Ron told him. Carl coughed one more time before saying, “yeah let’s try. It doesn’t taste so bad anymore.”

“Probably because you coughed it all up!” You giggled at him in disbelief. He smiled at you gently.

“Alright. If I make you uncomfortable though, tell me,” Ron’s words confused you and Carl both, but he nodded to confirm the promise.

Ron shuffled forward on his knees with his joint. He looked Carl in his eyes before taking his left hand, and dragging it across Carls chin, making their faces align. Their noses almost touching, Ron lightly breathed, “Open.” It was a silent command to Carl, and before he could finish, Carls mouth widened.

You could see that Carls breath was becoming heavy, making you feel something within. Something new. Ron turned to pull out another drag, then turned back, his eyes half closed, and nearly connected their lips to blow out the smoke.

Carl closed his eyes as he took in all the smoke Ron offered him. He did it so quickly that he jolted forward slightly, making their lips connect for a moment. Ron pulled back after a few moments, making sure Carl was okay.

He didn’t cough this time. His eyes were still closed as he released it all. It was one of the hottest things you’ve seen.

“Any better?” Ron asked, looking at Carl. His eyes pleading.

“Yeah…” Was all Carl could say. “Can we keep doing that instead, Ron?”

All three of you were high out of your minds, and you somehow ended up with your head in Carl’s lap, and Ron at his feet. You all were giggling and yapping at one another, bonding over the drug. It was always tense around them. Now it felt like home.

You were laughing at something Ron said when you noticed Carl looking at you with a dazed gaze.

“What’s wrong, Carl? Are you—”

“You’re so pretty, Y/N,” Carl sighed, bringing his hand up to wrap his fingers around a strand, tugging slightly.

“Carl?” Your breathing started to get heavy again, and you sucking in a breath before Carl bent down to kiss you.

It was short, but sweet. He tasted of weed, and you were sure you did as well. After pulling back from the peck, you forced your hands into his locks, pulling him back down. This time, the kiss was rough and needy.

While you and Carl were making out, Ron moved to to Carls left, watching with his mouth open slightly, taking in the view of his two crushes taking each others breath.

You both put so much into it that your lips started to bruise. Pulling back because you needed air, a string of saliva was the only thing still connecting you both. Panting, you felt his jeans below your head tighten, making you smile. He just sat there with dilated pupils as he whimpered slightly.

“What about little ol’ me, Carl?” Ron asked next to Carl.

Ron placed his arm around Carl’s shoulder and used his free hand to tilt Carls head to meet his. All they did was stare at each other for a while.

And then Ron asked, “Is this okay?” Quietly, gazing at Carls bruised, wet lips.

Carls shoulders sagged suddenly from need. Even though we had barely done anything, it was overwhelming for Carl. He whimpered a positive note, making Ron grin.

Slowly, Ron went in to kiss him. It was soft and gentle at first, but with the sounds Carl was making as you moved your head slightly to see better, you rubbed his jeans just right.

Ron took that chance to force his tongue into Carls mouth, making him jerk slightly. Ron moved with him, and you could see his eyes glazing with unshed tears. Ron devoured Carls moans as he stole every kiss from him.

You rubbed your legs together to try and get some friction, anything. You sat up, taking a seat on the other side of Carl, moving the collar of his flannel.

While Ron sucked the life out of him, you decided to give his neck some attention. Leaving wet kisses along the pale, untouched skin, marking any space you could reach, causing him to tilt his head to give you better access. The noises he made only encouraged you and Ron.

It was going to be a long night.

[ameliora-j]

‧₊˚ piercer!ron weasley x reader ‧₊˚

so anyway this has been on my mind since i got my nipples pierced specifically bc of the way i was moaning like a lil bitch in the piercer’s chair 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

content → piercer!ron, needles, nipple play, voyeurism, slight pain kink, praise, nipple piercings, blood mention, lightheadedness, 18+ BLOG MDNI

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you’re anxious as you walk into the shop, but you know you have to do this. it’s been years upon years since you’ve wanted this specific piercing—ever since you turned eighteen to be exact. you called on one of your breaks at work, asking if the tattoo shop did nipple piercings.

the kind lady connected you with the shop’s piercer—who to your surprise was a man with an english accent. after telling you the price, he asks specifically for cash. when you see the exact cash amount in your wallet, you figure it’s a sign. anytime that you plan in advance for any kind of piercing or tattoo, you lose the confidence of going nearly the day of—so it’s now or never.

when you walk in, a girl with bright pink hair looks around to see if anyone was available for a walk in. most of them were half asleep, and you feel bad for waking them up from their naps—but they don’t seem to mind. you’re surprised that they aren’t busy on a saturday evening, but a brunette man with round glasses stands and stumbled to the desk, ready to ask what tattoo you have in mind.

“um… hi… i called earlier um a-about… about nipple piercings” you stammer shyly, unable to hide the blush growing on your cheeks.

he wasn’t overly muscular or large, his small amount of tummy pudge peeking out as he stretched his arms high above his head, revealing more ink lining his torso.

“oh!” the man nods as he turns around and walks towards the back. “ron! piercing” you hear a soft grumble and a deep sigh—not of annoyance, but from just waking up. a tall redheaded man with broad shoulders appears. he has sleeves of tattoos lining his arms and some small tattoos on his hands. there was a small stud piercing beneath his eye, a few tattoos on his face as well.

you feel as though your breath is knocked out of your chest as he smiles at you, a small whine leaving his lips as he finishes his deep stretch. “sorry, i just woke up” he chuckles.

“oh no, don’t worry… i’m surprised you guys aren’t more busy tonight” you say, and he nods in agreement as he grabs the papers.

“i know, i was thinking the same thing” he chuckles, grabbing a pen. “i just need you to initial and sign this paper and then i need your id” he tells you, handing the paper and pen over to him. you nod softly and do as he says, passing over your id and scanning over the paper, initialing each line.

it isn’t long before you’re done and he comes back up to the front, leading you to his small section of the tattoo shop. “go ahead and sit right there” he nods, pointing to the tattoo chair as he looks over his tool tray and all that he has. you sit down in the chair, making yourself comfortable as you take your bag off and adjust yourself.

you learn quickly that ron isn’t much of a talker, but thankfully neither are you. he already has his tray set up, asking you a few quick questions as he moves everything over towards you. “so… obviously i don’t have a privacy curtain, i’m sorry about that” he blushes a bit as he finishes washing his hands. “If you just… bare with me a bit” he chuckles nervously.

he looks around his small station, noting that it’s basically out in the open. he’s a sweet man, you learn quickly, so you smile at him. “that’s alright” you reassure him. you wiggle a bit in the seat, still slightly anxious. “i’ll be fine” you nod, more so assuring yourself than him this time.

“go ‘head and take off your shirt, and then if you can just pull down your bra for me” he nods, turning around towards his desk and getting a little care package ready for when you go—wanting to give you at least some semblance of privacy while undressing.

when he turns back around, his cheeks tint pink as he looks first at your boobs then up at you. “you can just turn and face this way” he nods as he rolls over in the small circle chair. you do as he says and face him just as he turns to his tool tray. though he doesn’t have a privacy curtain, he uses his large body and broad shoulders to cover your breasts from the other piercers and the large windows—there were no other patrons in the shop besides you, so this made you feel incredibly at ease. “have you had your nipples pierced before?” he asks.

“no, never” you shake your head. he notices the tremor in your voice and gives you a little reassuring smile. he can tell you’re anxious, and he’s doing everything he can to ease your nerves. “i just have one rule for all my tattoo artists, piercers, nurses… anyone that comes near my body with a needle” you ramble a bit as you list the different occupations.

he chuckles a bit as he nods, grabbing an alcohol wipe to clean your nipples. “what is it?” he hums.

“don’t count.” you say seriously. “i don’t want 1, 2, 3 or 3, 2, 1… if you count i’ll tell you to stop and just go home” you tell him. ron laughs a bit harder, his orange curls bobbing as he nods in understanding.

“alright, i can do that” he nods. “i’m just gonna clean them, and then i’ll mark them and show you, and after that i’ll do the piercing” he informs you, and you’re nodding along with each thing he says. once you’ve gotten the nitty-gritty out of the way, you keep your head down, watching his arms and his body as he works. “do you have a preference of which one you want me to do first?” he asks.

“no” you shake your head. “just go for it” you giggle a bit, and he smiles at you. ron takes a gloved hand, starting with your left tit and gently pinching your nipple between his fingers. he flicks it a few times, his brows pinching together in focus as he plays with your nipple in order to get it hard. you don’t even notice ron has the needle in his hand until you feel it piercing through the sensitive skin.

you suck in air through your teeth, squeezing your hands into fists as you try, but fail, to bite back a whine. “breathe… breathe, it’s okay” ron whispers softly, inching a bit closer to you. “you can squeeze my shoulder if you need to… you won’t mess me up” he says softly. his movements are slow and deliberate, taking time to not mess up your piercing as he pushes the needle through to the other side.

a moan of pain tumbles past your lips once more as you squeeze his shoulder and grit your teeth. “owowowow” you whine, trying your hardest not to squirm or cringe away in pain.

“i know, i’m sorry” he murmurs softly. “you’re doing so good, we’re almost there” he whispers. just as he says that, you feel the needle poke through the other side, and you let out a sigh of relief. your relief is short lived as he pushes the jewelry through the new hole he just made in your body and another high pitched moan tumbles past your lips. “there we go…” he says softly, gently rubbing your side. “i just have to screw this in and then i’ll move on to the other side” he tells you as he grabs the ball end of the jewelry.

the second one is nowhere near as painful as the first—going in much easier as well. however, it still has you making those pretty little sounds on that are making ron’s cock harden as he wonders what other sounds he can pull from you. “that’s it” he praises gently, nearly having to physically restrain himself from placing a kiss to your delicate skin. “you did so good” he hums, beginning to clean the spilling blood.

“thank you” you smile at him as he finishes up, letting you know you can redress and beginning to clean his station. as you pull your bra back up and grab for your shirt, the room begins to spin. you squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath, a small smile gracing your lips as you become slightly loopy. “um… can i lay down for a minute?” you giggle softly.

“yeah of course!” he smiles as he turns to look at you. “are you lightheaded?” he asks, walking over to his mini fridge. when you only hum and nod in response, he hands you a capri sun and a pack of scooby-doo fruit snacks. “here… sugar will help” he tells you. he sits in his chair as you pop open the capri sun, now done cleaning. “eat the fruit snacks. all that sugar will help.” he tells you softly when he notices you only drinking the juice.

you nod lazily, squinting your eyes open as you make a small rip in the package. “yanno usually i’m paid to see my tits, not the other way around… and you didn’t even compliment them” you sigh, your head still spinning a bit as you smile lazily. you bite back a giggle when you imagine the blush that you definitely know is coating his cheeks.

his only response is a chuckle, and you think that’s the end of it until you’re checking out and paying him—now ready to actually stand straight and be able to drive your car. as you hand him the money, he gives you a care package, a cute sticker, aftercare instructions, ointment and alcohol wipes, a lollipop, and a blank card with his name and number. “text me a picture when you have the gauze off so i can make sure they look alright… maybe then i’ll compliment them” he winks slyly.

suddenly, you’re the one blushing as you walk out to your car.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡

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[urwhorecrux]

headcannons of ron crushing on reader who's one year above him???

⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ ron x older reader headcanons.

summary. you're in 7th year and ron is in his 6th.

warnings. fluff, barely age gap (ron 16, reader 17.)

Hermione met you in a random after school club, and after that you quickly became friends and she soon introduced you to ron & harry.

Ron hadn't recognized you at first but he was sure that he'd seen you around the castle.

When you told them you're close to graduating they realized you were a 7th year, which made little to no difference to them.

Weeks with hanging out Ron began growing closer with you, loving your presence and constantly asking Hermione when she'd bring you around again.

You were both either always on "study hang outs" at the library or relaxing by the black lake, but those study dates really consisted of him staring at you, trying to hide how flustered he was when you reach over to draw on his page.

You began growing closer as best friends, and you'd constantly tease him while arguing and insisting your right by saying "I'm older so I know better".

As you get closer to graudation around spring, Ron knew he had to confess his feelings or else he'd only see you during the holidays, while you might be with someone else.

He asked you out after a quidditch game, on a picnic date to both your favorite spot, the black lake.

It was quiet but something you both knew you wanted for a long time.

He ate messily but also tried to be clean, but the whole time he was also a blushing mess.

From then on you both dated, even though you had no classes together he walked you to every class, not wanting to let you go as he hugs you tightly and placed kisses all across your forehead.

Nobody in your year cared so much, but when they noticed you began becoming happier they assumed you were dating someone in your year, but they soon found out it was Ron Weasley as you kissed him at a gryffindor party after a quidditch win.

He goes to your graduation, he makes Molly make you a gift basket and a scarf with your house colors and initials.

He takes soooo many pictures at your graduation.

At your graduation dinner he finally meets your parents, and they literally love him so much and welcome him over anytime over summer.

During your graduation dinner his thoughts get to him and he slowly begins overthinking, worried about you being on your own and only seeing him over breaks or even doing long distance, worried that you'll find someone else who has all the time in the world for you.

You reassure him that he's all you want and that when you buy your own house/apartment that he's always welcomed over break and he's even more comforted by the fact that you leave drawer space for him.

[myloveharry]

Dating Harry James Potter Headcanons

Harry is an awkward bloke. So it would take time for him to adjust to the fact that he is in a relationship.

But once he's well adjusted, there's no better boyfriend than him.

Literally. He'd shower you with gifts, ask you ten times a day if you're doing okay, and always try to spend time with you every day.

He'd love it when you come to his Quidditch practice. He would feel proud of himself when you watch him practice. Also, you love him in his Quidditch uniform. (I mean, who doesn't?)

He's famous, so you get judgement from other people for dating him. Some people like you, many don't. And if that upsets you, Harry's always there to comfort you. He always assures you that he loves you for what you are, and couldn't care less about what other people thought.

He really means it. He truly loves you for what you are. Sometimes, he wonders how you agreed to date him. You, exceptionally beautiful and intelligent, decided to date him.

It is on those days when you have to console him that you love him.

This literally makes you two perfect for each other.

Harry's not the most careful person and often gets his glasses broken. He can repair them but loves seeing you do it for him.

You love his messy hair. And he loves it when you run your hands through it. At night, when you're under the covers, close to falling asleep, you absentmindedly stroke his hair, and he loves it and wants you to never stop.

Harry loves your voice. You're a lover of fictional novels, unlike Hermione, who loves reading about school instead. So, Harry wants you to read to him, all of those stories you love.

You're better than him at academics, and you often help him with homework and at the time of exams. He thinks that you look adorable while helping him, and sometimes even pretends to not understand something just for you to explain it to him.

Whenever he misses his parents, he isolates himself. One day, it was you who found him. He was at the top of the Astronomy Tower, wearing his invisibility cloak and sipping on butterbeer. He allowed you to come near him. The two of you stayed there cuddled together for the entire night, just staring at the stars, without speaking a single word.

But your companionship, love and support were all he needed.

He loves you beyond comprehension, and you're the single most important person in his life.

[forthehpfanboys]

Thinking of getting caught in the rain with Ron. Him sneaking you into his dorm room, giggling as he uses his towel to dry your hair off. Realizing how close you are and blushing. Him offering you his spare quidditch jersey because the rain soaked through your uniform and he can lowkey see- using the weather as an excuse to cuddle. Him thinking that you're asleep and kissing your forehead 🥺

Sorry if I'm sending in too many asks I just can't stop thinking about him

- 🍒

NO BUT THIS? YES.

Him brushing your hair, if it's long enough. The way he flops down onto his bed and drags you down with him. The way he wraps his long, strong, arms around your waist and pulls you straight into his side.

The way he kisses your clean hair and greedily inhales the scent of your shampoo and just- oh god he's just got heart eyes for you.

And seeing you in HIS jersey? Is making him giggle and hid his face in the crook of his other arm because he's starting to blush.

And he adores you. He wants to kiss you while the rain keeps coming down. Fuck, he LOVES you.

[cuntrygirlcallista]

you need him? i could be him

mattheo riddle x reader

Why you should break up with your boyfriend (and get back with Mattheo)

When you and Mattheo broke up, it was civil, an agreement between you both that you were better off as friends, at least for the time being...

This all began when you started dating a French transfer student who was sorted into Hufflepuff—a choice that, in Mattheo's opinion, just wasn't right for you, for obvious reasons, of course.

1. You didn’t even know if you liked him

"Are you sure you like him?" Mattheo inquired, tilting his head while glancing over at the boy walking toward you. "Matty." you warn in a blank tone. He turned towards you, raising an eyebrow. "Don’t look at me like that. You do this every time I’m interested in someone." "Do what?" "Give me reasons not to, and I refuse to let you do it this time." The conversation ended abruptly as your new little transfer student made his way over, shooting a quick “hello” to Mattheo to be polite and asking to walk you to your next class. Mattheo just scoffed inwardly as the two of you walked away. He knows you, and he knew if you really liked frenchy, you wouldn’t care what he had to say.

2. The both of you had nothing in common

Yes, sometimes opposites do attract, but in Mattheo's opinion, the two of you just weren't an ideal match. You enjoyed small amounts of PDA, like hand-holding and quick pecks—simple gestures that brought you joy. However, your boyfriend despised any public displays of affection, creating a noticeable contrast between your preferences. While you excelled as a diligent student, you also relished in the thrill of partying, letting loose, and embracing moments of pure fun, a lifestyle that clashed with your boyfriend's more reserved nature.

"I don’t understand why you're so upset," you said, frustration evident in your voice. "I don’t understand you at all," your boyfriend replied, packing up his things and leaving your dorm room. All you did was ask to reschedule your weekly study date because you’d promised Pansy you’d go with her to Draco’s party. The two of you could study any other time. Expecting your boyfriend to be a little upset due to losing time spent with you, instead, he went on a tangent about how unserious you are about your academics and even mentioned he wasn’t sure how the two of you were even dating because of how “different” you were.

and Mattheo had to agree.

3. He was too jealous, for example

It was a generally nice day at Hogwarts. The school year was winding down, the weather was pleasant, and you were studying with your boyfriend in the courtyard, surrounded by books and snacks on a blanket. You glance up from your books upon hearing the familiar voices of your favorite Slytherin boys. Draco, Mattheo, Theo, and Blaise emerge from Quidditch practice, looking a bit worse for wear but in good spirits, teasing each other. Pansy follows behind them. Spotting you, they hurry over, eager to talk to you. Amidst laughter and half-finished stories, you learn that Mattheo narrowly avoided a bludger to the head in practice and fell off his broom while dodging it. "Matty, perhaps I could offer you a basic broom skills lesson. I've been assisting the first years, and I'd be happy to help you," you playfully tease.

He flips you off, but instead of responding to your teasing, he asks, "Where's your little boyfriend gone off to?" You scan the courtyard, puzzled by his absence. Unbeknownst to you, Mattheo had been observing closely. He noticed the immediate stiffening of your boyfriend's face when the group approached and the sneer he gave when you affectionately called him “Matty” in your normal, all too sweet tone. Eventually, Mattheo observed your boyfriend getting up and walking away, seemingly conceding to your friends.

4. He couldn’t compete with Mattheo

Everyone in your close circle recognized that Mattheo was the perfect match for you, and eventually, your boyfriend came to the same realization.

He observed the softness in your eyes when you looked at Mattheo, how you would relax upon hearing his voice, and the laughter-filled conversations that defined your interactions, with Mattheo always striving to keep you smiling. How you’d scold Draco for mockingly calling your boyfriend “frenchy” but when Mattheo did it, it would conveniently go unheard.

The final straw was witnessing how quickly you rushed to Mattheo's side after the two fought. As the Slytherin boy stood victorious over the fallen figure of your boyfriend, it was Mattheo's well-being that concerned you the most. While your boyfriend lay beaten on the ground, Mattheo's bruised knuckles seemed of little consequence, yet it was his welfare that captured your utmost attention.

Kneeling beside Mattheo, you overlooked the Slytherin boy's smirk, attentively inspecting his bruised knuckles with worry as he reassured you of his well-being, telling everyone involved where your loyalty resided—always with Mattheo.

Though unspoken it was unmistakably clear who your heart had long belonged to from the very beginning.

@cuntrygirlcallista

[addictiontohp]

Harry, looking at Ron and Hermione: dad do you feel like your third wheeling your own friend group?

James, glaring at Sirius and Remus: tell me about it!

[niya-writesshit]

hey! pls can i request bfb!ron where you've tried to keep it a secret from ginny that you and ron have been secretly hooking up. maybe with fluff and/or smut? whatever your comfortable with <3 thankss

secretly dating

TW: smut, mentions of sex, mostly fluff

word count: 323

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it was no secret you and ron were close.

however, something that was a secret was just how close.

"bloody hell, y/n. fuck," ron panted, grabbing your head to keep it on his dick. you hollowed out your cheeks as you felt him twitch, ready to swallow whatever he was about to release. "holy, love. m' gonna cum."

you nodded quickly and waited for him to cum - to throw his head back and shoot those ropes of white down your throat - but instead ron pushed your head away. he held a finger up to his lips, eyes darting to the door. you heard soft footsteps and then a knock. "shit." you whispered, throwing ron his boxers and scurrying over to the door.

ginny stood in the doorway, confused expression on her face. "didn't realize you were up." she murmured as she pushed past you and came into the room. you glanced back at ron, but the sneaky bastard had closed his eyes and was peacefully "snoozing" on the bed.

"yeah, well." you watched ginny perch on the edge of the bed. "i wake with the sun, y'know?" you gestured to the rays of sunlight that had begun to filter through the windows.

ginny's eyes darted around the room, clearly suspicious. "could've sworn i heard ron's voice."

you shook your head. "nope."

ginny humphed. "you are a horrible liar, y/n," she sang, prancing out of the room and closing the door behind her. you watched the door a little longer and felt a pair of hands snake around your waist.

"that one was close." ron smiled down at you while you flipped over to face him.

"not like you helped," you huffed. wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his head down, you leaned in for a kiss. ron's hands travelled down your waist before picking you up by your legs and letting them wrap around him.

you pulled away for a breath, yelping when ron grabbed you by the face and kissing you again. your fingers trailed through his hair, letting the ginger locks wrap around your fingers. ron moved so you were pressed up against a wall. his lips connect with your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. he gave you another peck on the lips before pulling away and smiling. "love y-" all of a sudden, the door opened with a bang and ginny's voice rang out. you jumped in ron's hands and let him drop you to the ground.

"you guys are horrible at this."

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¡! ❞ © niya-writesshit 2023

[joenotexotic99]

Hello Doll! New fan here! You're so precious! 🥰 we NEED pt 2 of BoB "Sleeping with them for the first time", my request: Speirs, Toye, Eugene, Webster, Buck. AND pls wrote more Lovetropes! I've read it so many times, that I can quote from memory! xoxo

A/n this might be dirtier than pt1. Will do a pt 2 of love tropes ofc. Lmk if you have some people in mind for that

<3

-this is a work of fiction based on the actors portrayal only. Every ounce of respect to the real heros-

Warning: NSFW, plain sinful smut. Lots of language. Minors dni

Masterlist

Ronald Speirs

- this man will change your whole perspective of sex afterwards. You've both been pinning each other for a while and decide to go on a date. Yet the whole time you both have been practically removing each other's clothes with your eyes. Lingering touches, flirty behavior. Lets just say that you didn't quite make it through all the courses before Speirs asked for the check. You make it back to his place before he immediately kisses you. You start removing clothes while grabbing and feeling any skin you can both get your hands on. He turns you around to unzip your dress, taking it off your figure. He spun you back around to pick you up and set you down on the kitchen counter. You remove his belt and tug at his pants and boxers until the both of you are head to toe naked. He gives you a looks off 'are you sure' you nod yes before he lifts you legs up and fucks you. Praise after praise, surface after surface. It's a wild ride.

"Fuck you feel so good you know that princess?"

Joe toye

-he's sweet and spontaneous. It's a similar experience to George luz where it happens after a few dates. It starts slow, careful almost. But eventually you melt under him. He kisses you harder, Backs you to a wall. You remove each other's shirts. His hands unclips your bra. He makes hickies after hickies up and down your neck. He picks you up and brings you to the bedroom. Kisses down to your skirt to take that off as well. This man would love to praise you. And his voice!? He will mutter the most downright bad into your ears. He could make you come from just that alone. I feel like he's big on moaning you know. Your make him feel so good he's going to let you know that. Will do anything you ask him to do. You want him to touch you. He's instantly rubbing your clit, you want him to suck you Titts, he'll do that too. Fuck you harder and faster. He'll break the mattress. Will make you finish at least twice. Once on his cock. Then he'll clean you up with his tongue. But he is sooo sweet with the after care.

"God I wish you could see yourself right now doll. Getting fucked properly"

Eugene roe

-he's honestly a little nervous. He doesn't want to hurt you. It starts back at your place. Some wine after a good home cooked dinner. The alcohol helps with confidence. It's slow and passionate. He would be completely fine with kissing you for hours on end. But you've had one too many dirty dreams about this man so it's now or never. Eugene will be so great with foreplay. Makes you feel worshiped like no man has ever made you feel before. Always checking to make sure you're ok. When it gets time to really dance if you know what I mean he's super scared that something is going to go wrong. This poor man. You are so worked up from his touch that you have to tell him to just shut up and fuck you. It's like a switch goes off in his head. And the only thing he can suddenly think of is you. He fucks you until the only thing you can think of, only thing you can scream is his name. He robs you of every last breath in your lungs. It's dirty, passionate, sweaty and oh so good. Best God damn orgasm of your life. When you both finish and clean up. He definitely raps you up in his arms.

"Thank you"

"For what?"

"Giving me the best dick of my life"

David Webster

-HERE ME OUT! One bed trope. But it's not at a hotel or anything. You head to his place, have dinner, watch a movie, whatever. Oh no it's dark and raining. How about you stay the night? Oh crap this is a one bed apartment. You get the point. He offers you the bed and he'll sleep on the couch but you say that's silly and to just share the bed. Webster already had a huge crush on you so his ears turn a bright red, but how can he turn down the offer to share a bed with you? You get ready and both go to bed. It's awkward at first until he breaks the silence with one of those deep questions and you start talking for hours. One thing leads to another and he's on top of you. He kisses you until you lose your mind. You run your hands up his bare chest until you reach the stubble on his face. You slowly remove each article of clothing on the both of you. The air is thick and warm. Can you imagine how feral this man will go if you praise him. This man just wants some love ok? He asks you how sure you are about this, not wanting to cross any boundaries. You agree enthusiastically. You tug at his hair. Run your hands down his back. He kisses your neck, holds your waist. He's so gentle with aftercare too. From here on out you stay the night more often.

"Just like that web don't stop, so good, you're so good"

"Fuck sweetheart you're gunna make me come"

Buck Compton

-I know this is sorta cliché but fire sex. It's around the holidays. It's cold, snowing and dark outside. Inside it's warm, cozy and comfortable. You are still in puppy love faze. It's sweet. You are both on the couch blanket on top. Fire crackling. Buck reading you a book. You have thought about it a lot, sex. Yet you've never really got there. Steamy makeout sessions. Been there and done that. But it hasn't made it farther than that. But gooood you want it to. Your hands wander over him. Getting more and more close south each time. You rub his thigh, testing the waters. You can tell he notices by how his adams apple moves. You slowly undo his belt as he continues to read the book. He lets you pull his jeans down and slowly remove him from his boxers. You move your hand tauntingly slow. Not moving any faster in hopes of riling him up. He puts the book down and pulls you up to his lips. He removes your shirt and bra. Flips you over to remove your pants and underwear. He's sweet and confident in each move he makes. He kisses up and down your inner thigh until he finally makes it to the center. He gives you a taste of your own medicine. Slowly keeping you on edge with his tongue until you beg him to fuck you. And he does just that. It's better than you could have ever imagined.

"For fucks sake buck if you don't get up here and dick me down"

[rabbit-reveries]

—𝑺omnophilic Thoughts on Ron W.

TW: Somnophilia, dubcon/noncon, oral (m)

Ron Weasley x GN!Best Friend

💭 Thinking about Ron asleep in his room, soft snores in the air. He is such a heavy sleeper, and doesn't even stir when the mattress dips with the weight of his best friend making space for themselves in the bed. He doesn't so much as twitch when they move the covers off of him, doesn't appear to be bothered by the night air. Only a whimper scapes when they begin kissing his neck, hand shaky with antecipation as they press it to his cock, slowly but surely awakening his member to the heat of the actions.

Ron twitches in his sleep as his best friend, the person he trusts most in the world, places his semi-hard dick into their mouth. Their plump lips wrap around him perfectly, almost like there is practice to it. Only God knows how many times they fantasized about this, to the point they just couldn't take anymore. They lick from base to top and suck on the red, leaky tip. Ron frowns at it, seemingly conflicted between waking up and staying in the pleasant dream. His friend realizes, and kisses the tip of his cock with a grin, hand jerking him. What a big surprise he will have if he wakes up to this! They could've dosed his tea with a sleep potion, but the thrill of risking everything runs deliciously through their veins, and makes it worth it to let it all work naturally.

[wynt3rrr]

NSFW: how they kiss

(GIF EDITION)

fandom: harry potter

harry potter:

hermione granger:

ron weasley:

draco malfoy:

luna lovegood:

george weasley:

fred weasley:

[ameliora-j]

girllll ik this sounds weird but what if you do dom!poly!dron (ofc mean draco and soft ron) with a breeding kink and a spanking kink and they put a pussy plug in you to keep their cum in sorry if it sounds weird tho 🤭👏🏾

cw: dp, degradation, cnc, slapping, spitting, overstimulation, mxm, read the ask for more

“come on little slut, get up” draco commands gruffly, slapping your ass. the action causes you to whimper, and the skin that he’d struck sets ablaze. he and ron had already worked to pull multiple orgasms from you—which you’d lost count of, the two of them each only cumming once. your whole body shook as you wiggled to be on your hands and knees.

ron slotted himself beneath you, gently cupping your face in his hand. “hey there princess” he whispered, stroking over your tear stained cheek with a gentle, callused thumb.

“hi daddy” you whined, burying yourself in his chest.

“there’s our girl” he winked at draco, who was knelt up on his haunches behind you, rolling his eyes as he rapidly jerked his cock.

“pathetic slut if you ask me” draco snarked, slapping your ass a few more times. each infliction was meant my a shriek and a soft sob from you as you held tighter to ron’s shoulders. “you’re too soft on her, ronniekins. she likes being roughed up, don’t you baby?” draco smirked, grabbing your hair and roughly tugging it so your back was against his chest.

you moaned loudly, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure as your hair was pulled. “yes, sir” you whimpered softly.

draco laughed darkly, licking the tears slipping down your cheeks. “all pathetic whores do, baby” he hummed, slapping your cheek a few times before shoving you back into ron.

you whimpered as you collided with his chest and the ginger-haired man frowned at the rough treatment. he gasped softly as the tip of his cock made contact with your tight, dripping entrance.

you whined quietly as ron’s thick cock slowly pushed it’s way into your entrance, both of you moaning as he bottomed out. “daddy” you whimpered softly as he squeezed your hips.

“daddy’s gotcha baby” he whispered, rubbing your lower back. “you okay to let sir in now?” he asked. your head bobbed softly in a nod as you kept your head buried in his chest.

ron gently grabbed your jaw, lifting your head to make you look at him. “daddy needs words, beautiful” he hummed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“yes daddy” you whispered, nodding.

“good girl” he murmured, reaching back and spreading your cheeks for draco. the silver-haired man moaned at the sight of ron’s cum spilling from your puckering hole, providing more than enough room for him to bully his cock into you. nevertheless, he leant down and spit onto your rosebud before lining his cock up with your entrance.

he groaned as he shoved his cock into you, resorting you to a dumb, drooling, babbling mess atop ron’s chest. “just one more for us baby, you’re being so good” ron praised.

“that’s it slut, you lay there and take these fucking cocks like you’re meant to” draco growled. the stark contrast between the praise and the degradation, along with the punishing pace that the two men had begun creating made your head spin and your stomach coil in that beautiful way that you loved.

“daddy i’m gonna cum!” you moaned out, your back arching, causing your chest to press up against his. s

draco grabbed your hair, pulling you back up so you were pressed against his chest as he groped your breasts, pinching and pulling at the peaks of your hardened nipples. “is that how whores ask for what they want?” he growled, slapping your tits harshly. the harsh metal of malfoy family ring hit your nipples with each slap, causing you to shriek and clench down tightly around your favorite men.

“no sir, i’m sorry sir!” you shrieked out as ron pinched your clit between his fingers. “please may i cum?” you sobbed out.

“hold it” shockingly, the rough command came from the ginger boy beneath you as he amused himself by playing with your swollen little nub. “you will wait for us to cum, slut” he growled, slapping your clit a few times.

you sobbed and begged, but all of your pleas fell upon deaf ears. they didn’t let up, nor did they give you a break to hold off your orgasm. you gasped softly as you began to squirt. your body convulsing and caving in on itself as ron continued to spank your clit and draco began to spank your ass as punishment for disobeying them. “i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry!” you rushed out as your orgasm gushed from your cunt, soaking ron’s abs and the tuft of curls just above his cock.

“oh i bet you will be, whore” draco growled. he shoved you down into ron’s chest, spreading your ass cheeks apart and groaning as he began to cum into your tight hole. he leaned over you, pressing his lips against ron’s and shoving his tongue into the older boy’s mouth.

draco’s kiss caused ron’s hips to stutter as his seed began to spill into your cunt alongside draco’s. you whimpered, one more orgasm weakly spurting from your cunt as you watched your men kiss. they pulled away and the three of you turned into a pile of heavy breaths and tangled limbs.

draco was the first to pull out, followed by ron only after he had gotten your plugs. ron gathered the cum seeping from your ass before shoving the plug deep inside you, while draco did the same with your spent pussy.

you whimpered as they came to lay on either side of you, sandwiching you between them. “you better enjoy your nap, slut” draco grunted, reaching between your legs and pinching your clit. “your ass has got a date with my belt the second you wake up since you decided to break my rules.” he taunted lowly.