“Smells like beer spirit”
RonWeasley x fem!reader
Summarize: You’re at a party in the Gryffindor common room, get too drunk and spill beer in your clothes. Your best friend Ron, who’s also drunk, just a little less, takes you to a bathroom and helps you clean yourself. (Which ends in something else).
trigger warning: slight smut; mention of heavy drinking
(Please let me know if you find anything I should add.)
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It was the night after Gryffindor won the quidditch match against Slytherin. Fred and George brought beer in secret (no one knew how) and everyone was partying in the common room, even Percy was having a little fun.
You were already on your third cup, and you weren’t thinking straight anymore.
“Oi, you should put that beer down” Ron said, taking the cup from your hand.
You had liked Ron since one night in third year where he hugged you to sleep when Sirius Black had broke into the Gryffindor common room and all of the students had to sleep in the Great Hall.
“No, I’m alright” you snapped, taking it back.
The cup slipped from your hand and splashed into your clothes.
“Oh shit” you cried out, seeing your recently-bought shirt soaked in beer.
“Told ya. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up” Ron grabbed you by the arm and took you to the Gryffindor restroom. He carried you and made you sit on the countertop.
“It was your fault” you accused him.
“It wasn’t”
“It was”
“It wasn’t”
“Okay, and now i’m fixing it” That shut you up.
He grabbed some paper towel and soaked it in water. “May I?” he asked slightly pulling your shirt. You nodded, though you had no clue what he was asking for. He could do anything he pleased, anyway.
Ron rubbed the wet paper towel on the front of your shirt, grabbed some more and did so again. You rested your head on the wall and closed your eyes. After a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, Ron asked something you didn’t understand, this time his voice two octaves lower.
“Hmh?” you asked, lifting your head off the wall.
“May I?” he repeated, holding the buttons of your shirt. This time you did understand what he was asking for, and probably if you weren’t so drunk you would’ve said no, but your mind was so off you nodded and rested your head on the wall again.
Ron pulled closer to you and sighed looking at your semi-sleeping face. Looking so damn fine, he thought. The boy was so close you felt his breath in your neck.
He started un-buttoning your shirt and you felt a chill run down your spine. Ron was trying hard not to make it uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help but stare at your chest only covered by a bra.
Once again, you lifted your head to look at him. “Like what y’see?” you joked with a smirk on your face.
His ears turned red. But since you were both so drunk, he figured none of you would remember anything the next morning, so he snapped back, “I do. Thought by now you’d know”
That really surprised you. You’d never guess Ron would say something like that. You simply smiled and rested your head on the wall again.
Ron rubbed a wet paper towel against your skin, which made your back arch against him.
“There’s a hot water thingy right there, y’know?” you said.
“Yeah, but you look so hot I figured you’d need something to cool you down” he responded.
You rapidly pulled your head from the wall and looked him in the eyes. “Nah, I think I might need you to heat me up”
Ron smirked and put a hand on your lower back, pulling you into a kiss. A slow, beer-tasting one. You couldn’t help but laugh in the middle of it.
You slipped your hands through the back of his hair and pulled him close again. Each kiss got rougher, as you and Ron got needier. He shifted his hands from your waist to your hips and to your waist again. Ron pulled away from your lips and started kissing and sucking on your neck, which earned a slight groan from you. He smiled into your neck and finished taking your shirt off.
After he was done, he took off his shirt and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you this time into a harder, rougher kiss. You wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. You could feel the heat his body was expelling.
He moved his hands to the back of your bra and tried unhooking it. After multiple failing attempts, you pushed him a way a little, immediately feeling the cold absence of his body, and unhooked it yourself.
He kissed you once on the lips and then buried himself in the tiny space between your chest. Ron kissed and sucked on your right tit as he played with the other one. You pulled his hair and moaned nonsenses.
He went back to kissing your lips while he played with the zipper on your skirt.
“May I?” he murmured against your lips with hunger in his eyes.
“Yes” you needily replied.
He wasted no time and rapidly unzipped your skirt, took it off and tossed it into the bathroom floor.
“Wait” you said.
“Hm?”
“Did you lock the door?”
“Oh” he kissed your cheek and did a silent spell on the door. “Where were we?”
He kissed your neck as he pulled you closer by your waist. Then he went south. He started by kissing your inner thighs while playing with your hips.
“Ron” you stopped him.
“Yes babe?” the nickname made you melt.
“What are you waiting for?”
He smiled at your words and kissed the thin layer covering you. “Saving for when you’re sober” he said, going back to kissing your lips.
You hated that you really thought he was going to do it, but the kisses weren’t bad, so you didn’t protest.
“Y’know? Why don’t we take this to my dorm?” he said, helping you put your clothes back on.












