ronald weasley’s biggest fan

I sit at the burrow dining room table, tapping my foot on the floor steadily. I’m surrounded by the entire Weasley family, including Harry, eating dinner.

I swirl my spoon in the contents of my soup, listening in to the multiple conversations happening around me.

“NO GINNY! THE CANNONS ARE NOT BURNT OUT THEYRE JUST HAVING A ROUGH SEASON!”

I giggle quietly listening to Ron have a full blown outburst, totally feeding into Ginnys plan to make him upset.

After dinner I decide to sit on the front porch, in an old rickety swing. My legs are pressed up to my chest as I breathe in the fresh evening air.

“Hi.”

I turn and see Ron standing in the doorway of the burrow.

“Hi.” I say back, scooting over, allowing him a bit of space to sit next to me.

He takes the spot.

“I’m suprised this thing hasn’t collapsed yet.” He whispers patting the arm rest of the wooden swing.

I laugh quietly under my breath and close my eyes breathing in.

“Are you okay?” Ron asks leaning forward to fully observe my face.

I look up, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just… tired i guess.”

“I love having you here for summer.” He says smiling.

“I always come here for summer.” I say rasing my eyebrow, “What’s so different about this time?”

He shrugs, his face reddening, “I dunno. It just feels a bit different this year.”

“What do you mean?” I say staring at him.

“Come on y/n. You’re lying if you say you haven’t felt it at all this summer.”

“Felt w-“

Suddenly he launches forward and kisses me deeply, his hand resting gently on the back of my neck.

I kiss him back.

I’m pulled into his lap, and I immediately feel the tent of his pants push into my heat.

“Ron…” I gasp between kisses. “Ron!”

He backs away, “Yeah?”

I breath out smiling, “Can we go somewhere a little more private?”

He nods quickly and stands, taking my hand.

I follow him. We walk down a path and get to a shed. He swings the door open and there brooms hanging on the wall, a warm glow set on the room. There’s a couch in the back.

“Percy used to read in here.” Ron says pointing to the couch.

“It’ll do. I need you now.”

He smiles and picks me up, kissing me more aggressively this time. He sits on the couch, me atop him. I wrap my arms around the back of his head, our lips kissing hungrily.

The next thing I know, Rons pulling my cloth shorts and shirt off, along with my bra.

He stares for a minute, “You’re beautiful.”

I blush and kiss him more. I tug his pants off, along with his boxers and stare at his tall, hard prick, which shows Ron is longing for me.

“Can we?” I say swallowing.

He nods quickly, “Course.”

I pump my hand up and down his shaft slowly, causing Ron to buck up into my hand, pre-cum leaking from his red tip.

I position myself above him, and slowly ease himself into me. I shudder at the stretch and start to bounce up and down on his cock quicker.

“Oh fuck me…” Ron groans throwing his head back in pleasure. His hands rest atop my hips guiding me as I grind into him.

A moan escapes my lips, and I steady myself by putting my hand on Rons bare shoulder.

“God you’re so fucking perfect.” Ron says staring at my bouncing tits. He leans forward and licks my nipple softly, which brings a whole new sensation to light.

Moans fly through the muggy air of the broom shed. I lean forward and kiss Ron passionately, my hand resting on the back of the couch.

Ron let’s out a final groan and I feel him release into me. My eyes roll into the back of my head from the final buck of his hips, hitting my g-spot perfectly.

I collapse into his arms, feeling his cock soften inside of me, our chests bumping from uneven breathing.

“That was-“ I start to say

“Fucking amazing.” Ron whispers his head in the crook of my neck.