Harry Potter Imagines (SUGGESTIONS OPEN)

Demonic - Ron (female reader)

Prompt: Ron Weasley, after being told that you've liked him since first year, is driven by a demonic power to get in your pants. (I laughed as I wrote this)
Warning: SO MUCH SMUT OMG

You sat peacefully on your bed, a candle flickering about next to you as you read up on magical creatures. You had decided to skip out on free period to have some alone time. It was completely silent...at least for a moment it was. A loud booming of footsteps was trailing towards your door at an alarmingly fast pace. You quickly shut your book, blew out the candle and walked towards the door. Before you could reach it, however, it was swung open by none other than Ron Weasley.

"Oh- Merlin, Ron- it's just you- You scared the shit out of me!" You huffed, smiling at him. Your happy expression dropped when you saw the flicker of pure lust in Ron's eyes.

"Ron-" was all you could say before he pushed you up against the wall, breathing heavily.

"You've fancied me for seven years and never told me?" He shouted gently at you. You gulped.

"Yes- Yes, I suppose I did do that," You stammered out, taken aback by Ron's sudden aggressiveness.

"Why? Why the bloody hell would you do that?" His eyes grew into a desperate look as he sunk lower, as if he were growing limp as he held you.

"I don't- I don't know-" You let out a nervous chuckle. He sighed and rested his head on top of your breasts, hugging your waist. You patted his fiery orange hair awkwardly, unsure what to say or do. Suddenly, he rose taller you and put his hands above your head against the wall.

"Y/N, listen to me," he began, his breath loud again. You swallowed hard once again.

"I want to fuck you...right here, right now," A pit of warmth at the bottom of our stomach sprouted after he said this.

"O-okay," You stuttered. Oh, Merlin, what have I gotten myself into?

He gripped your thigh roughly, demanding you to jump onto his waist. He pushed you up against the wall aggressively, keeping one hand on your thigh, and the other on your jaw. He kissed you deeply, sending a shudder down your spine. You gasped, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You gripped the collar of his shirt, deepening the kiss, if it was possible. His hands made their way to the pockets of your jeans, making your lower body tingle.

He quickly made his way over to your bed with you still clinging to him. He pushed you onto the bed gently, careful not to seem barbaric. You crawled backwards onto the bed, positioning yourself with your head near the headboard. He sprung onto you, straddling your hips. He tightened his knees, creating pressure between your legs. He leaned over, his breath still heavy from the animalistic desire he had for you. He kissed your collar bones, and you let out a high pitched, quiet moan.

"You have no idea the things I've wanted to do to you for years, Y/N," He growled in your ear. You bit your lip, chocking back a moan.

"Jesus, Ronald," You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. Your passiveness motivated him. This is what you'd been waiting for. This is why you'd been single since you'd met Ron. Just the measly hope that this moment would come kept you committed and devoted to Ronald.

He sat up and ripped off his knitted jumper. He smirked at your still fully clothed body. He began to attack the buttons of your blouse. Now, this was fun. It was your turn to tease him. He was having trouble with just the first button. You swatted his hands away after a few moments and began to unbutton your shirt slowly. He watched intently, button after button as he grew more frustrated.

"Damnit, Y/N," He ripped your blouse open, sending buttons flying. "I'll buy you a new blasted blouse," He huffed, attacking your neck and chest with kisses. You pulled the remains of your shirt out from under you and tossed it across the room. You twisted your fingers in his soft locks, begging him to kiss you more passionately. He lifted your leg up to his side, pulling him close to you. You could feel his bulge on your stomach through his jeans. You slid your hand downward and gripped the area, hardening his already firm erection.

      "Ffffuck," He muttered. He jumped off of you and struggled to unravel his belt. You just simply lay there, teasing him. He kicked his pants and boxers both away carelessly. He ripped your jeans down to your ankles, not caring enough to take them off of you completely. He crawled under your jeans and slid between your bare legs. He swiped his tongue quickly over your heat, causing a throaty moan to roll out of your mouth. He perched your legs on top on his shoulders, exposing yourself to him. He looked up at you as he dove into you, his tongue creating fast circles around your clit with his hands on your hips. You gripped the duvet.

      "Shit- FUCK, Ron!" You called out for him to give you the touch you really wanted. He crawled on top of you, kissing you lustfully. Your legs now wrapped around his waist, you composed yourself before he entered you. You winced, letting out a breathy whimper.

      His pace started out painfully slow, making you buck your hips to signal that you wanted him to go faster. Giving any sign that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, drove Ron crazy.

      He started to thrust faster, deeper into you. You gripped his shoulders, tightening your hold on his waist. You started to let out short, loud moans, one after another as they corresponded with his thrusts.

      "I-I'm alm-most th-there," You whimpered in his ear. He picked up the pace, sending you into a moaning mess. Your toes curled inside of your socks and your eyes shut tightly as you held your breath, feeling an orgasmic eruption take place inside of you. One hand almost tore open the duvet, and the other was gripping Ron's hair.

      His pace got gradually slower, keeping himself inside of you as you tried to catch your breath.

      "Shit..." You whispered before he fell on top of you. You cupped his cheeks and looked into his eyes for a moment. A mischievous smirk grew onto your face as a light bulb turned on in your head. You bit his ear and kissed  under his jaw before saying,

      "Your turn," He looked at the clock on your bedside table and gave you a look of defeat.

"Free period is over in two minutes," He whined. You smirked and chuckled at his desire to have you again.

"I guess you'll just have to wait until tomorrow then, won't you, Ronald?" You teased. His eyes widened at you.

"Tomorrow? Why not tonight?" He protested, shifting his arms from under your back to a more upright position. You couldn't help but smile at him.

      "Tomorrow," You whispered. His head fell into your chest as another act of defeat.

      "Now get off me, we'll be late for Potions," You patted his chest. He looked up at you, an eyebrow raised.

      "You need to get your priorities straight," You faked being offended and poked his arm.

      "For your information, Weasley, i already have my priorities straight...I'm just not sure if I want to give into you so easily," He gave you a confused expression.

      "What do you mean?" He asked. You laughed devilishly.

      "Oh, Ron...you have no idea what's in store for you tomorrow,"

Helloooo! I was thinking maybe I could make this into two parts. Would you guys like that?
Anyways, if you want to put in a suggestion for a part you want to see, comment down below. I'm trying to do all of the characters I have on my list before I repeat one as far as smut chapters go, but if someone requests three Harry Potter smut imagines, so be it. That's what they'll bloody get.

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