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Here's my navigation for my other masterlists!

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Jealous, jealous, jealous girl - ** ron notices you upping the PDA when Lavender starts flirting with him and you decide to show her who he belongs to.

popular!shy!reader - * ron’s friends think you were the one who made the move but are shocked to find out the opposite.

the dream** - ron has a dirty dream and wakes up hard next to reader

Needy** - needy!ron misses you because you've been taking NEWTs too seriously but he finds the perfect moment to drag you into an empty classroom.

Overstimulation with dom!Ron**

Goodbye kisses that last longer than intended blurb

Opposite teams** - You play a Quidditch match against your boyfriend, who's a very sore loser.

Glossy lips - Wiping off lip gloss from his lips after a kiss

Late to class** - Ron doesn't want you to leave to class so soon and manages a convincing excuse for you to stay

Unsteady desk chair** - When ron's been locked in his dorm trying to finish an essay all afternoon, you decide to help motivate him a little.

Ron has lived in the chosen one's shadow since they became best friends, so when he gets the one thing Harry wants, he decides to never let go... coming soon.

Ron won't stop complaining about Seamus and his girlfriend taking up the dorm until he's the one with a girl in there. coming soon...

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Snake ring* - In which the twins pull you into a game of seven minutes in heaven.

Dry-humping Neville at a party**

Kiss and tell - In which a very aware y/n of Neville's crush on her gets the courage to make a move.

Stolen glances - Stealing glances at each other across the room until your friends notice.

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Harry's bi awakening

"You knew?" "You didn't?" - In which the twins only just find out their sister is dating Harry.

Me and You - You keep telling Ron to just 'ask her out' but he won't take your word seriously until you take your own advice. Somehow, you both end up with dates...

Sub!harry begging mean!slytherin!reader to let him cum, but she's having too much fun... coming soon

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I already won - even though he very much lost the game, he still won you.

How they react when you tell them you're in the mood - Oliver wood edition

Blood, dirt and reunions - You almost die and reunite with an old ex-boyfriend... or not.

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Tipsy - Seamus takes care of you when you're drunk.

Safe in his arms - Brother!Harry Potter makes Seamus promise him to keep you safe because of how obvious your feelings are for each other.

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Just a swim - Percy's partner tries to get him to break a couple of rules.

How they react when you're in the mood*

'For the first time in his life, Percy pushes academics aside to focus on a girl, but his family doesn't know and thinks he has gone down a dark road.' coming soon...

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Guilt trip - Charlie tries to guilt trip the reader to visit his family with him.

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What's her face - Rita skeeter being annoying

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Into the woods** - Waking George up to go out for a morning walk at the Burrow has him feeling quite frisky…

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No disturbances - You and Cedric make such a cute couple that teachers have turned a blind eye to several accounts of PDA.

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Someone finds out you're dating

he gets turned on at the wrong time*

She gets turned on at the wrong time*

I know I already wrote one with prompt 6 but it never hurts do it again... "If I kiss you right now, I won't be able to stop." & Wiping away leftover lipgloss from their lips after kissing them. warnings: SMUT, public sex (empty room though) 1k wc

Giggling at another of of Ron's silly jokes, you twisted on his lap, taking a look at the clock hung up on the other side of the empty classroom you were busy 'studying' in. Ron gripped your hips at your sudden movement, groaning when you stood up with a sigh. "Oh, I need to start packing up. I didn't realise class started so soon." You stated, leaning over the table to gather your books, exposing the skin of your upper thigh as your skirt lifted up slightly. Ron followed your movements, standing to his full length before taking a step towards you, hands resting on the wooden table, trapping you between him and the desk.

"Ron." You muttered, spinning in his arms to face his looming figure. "Yes sweetheart?" You breathed out a laugh, hands coming up to straighten his collar before curiously looking up at him. Swallowing nervously, you licked your lips, cocking your head to the side slightly. Ron's gaze on you was almost predatorial, eyes locked on your face as you stepped away from him nervously. You hit the desk behind you, emitting a small gasp as your eyes instinctively falling to your boyfriend's lips. "Don't go to class." The words uttered from Ron's lips had you looking back up at his face, a small grin on your face. "I can't skip, Ron." You told him, although you didn't push him away when he closed the space between your bodies, pressing himself up against you.

He leaned down to your level, lips mere millimetres away from yours, teasing you. Your eyes fluttered and you felt yourself inclining into your boyfriend's touch, but your lips never met his. "If I kiss you right now, I won't be able to stop." He whispered, but that only encouraged your movements, arms wrapping over his shoulders to pull him closer to you. Ron's lips met yours in a slow, passionate kiss, taking his time as though you didn't have a lesson to get to. But you suppose that was fine; he had warned you. Ron's hands travelled further down your waist, settling on your hips, using the steady grip on you to roll his hips into yours. You gasped, granting him space to slip his tongue in your mouth to deepen the kiss.

Both your arms fell from their resting place on Ron's shoulders, going to rest on the desk behind you as Ron's hands wandered below your hips to grip your ass, lifting you up slightly to help place you on the cool wood. Your hand reached out, pulling Ron closer to you by his tie to close the space you had just created. Ron stepped into the gap between your legs, tugging your body closer to the edge of the desk as he gently rolled his hips against your, his hard length grinding against your cunt, only covered by the thin layer of your dampening panties.

Pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath, you looked at your boyfriend expectantly, waiting to see his next movements. Ron's hand dragged up your thigh until it disappeared under your skirt, searching blindly for the band of your panties. Gasping loudly when his hand feathered over pussy, you looked up, spotting Ron's proud grin. "Can't help myself." He explained, leaning in to press a short, teasing kiss to your lips. Finally pulling the underwear down your legs, Ron let you unbuckle his belt, observing each little movement you made.

His cock sprung out of his boxers excitedly, and Ron immediately got to work of pushing himself inside you inch by inch, watching your face for signs of pain. When he felt your hips grinding against him, he bottomed out, biting his bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. Ron started thrusting immediately, watching the spot where his cock was driving into your cunt with wide eyes. His hand cupped your face, tearing your gaze away from his chest so he could see you quietly moaning before finally connecting your lips once more. Ron sped up his pace at the same time as he deepened the kiss, letting your moans get swallowed by the kiss. Your arms came back up to his shoulders, desperately gripping the dampening fabric of his uniform as if it would somehow quiet down your moans.

Ron separated from the kiss, opting to dig his head in the crook of your neck instead, leaving you to lean your forehead on his shoulder, biting down on your lip to muffle your moans as much as possible. "Fuck, Ron" You cried, nails digging into his shoulders. One of his hands slid under your skirt again, blindly feeling around for your clit until a loud moan signalled that he had found it. Rubbing hard circles down on it, Ron hurried the pace of his thrusts, his breath hitting your neck with every pant. "Baby I'm close." He groaned before biting down on the soft skin of your neck. Suddenly, he felt your pussy clamping down on him, and your moans got louder, echoing in the closed room, your orgasm taking over your body completely.

Ron's orgasm came quickly after yours, his moans muffled by your skin. His thrusts slowed as he rode both your orgasms out before he rolled his shoulders back, straightening up to get a good look at you all fucked out. Leaning down, he pressed a soothing kiss on your forehead, pulling out before hugging you close to his chest as you caught your breath. Glancing up, you smiled at your boyfriend, a small giggle leaving you when you saw the mess of lip gloss on his lips. Reaching up, you wiped away at the shine of glitter on his lips before smushing his cheeks together in your hand and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Do I still have time to make it to class?" The only response you got was an incredulous look from your boyfriend, throwing you into another fit of giggles.

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."

No disturbances - Cedric Diggory

People never really had the opportunity to wonder if you were dating or not, because the little (or big) displays of affection between you and Cedric had started out from the second you'd become a couple. Hand holding in the hallways was quite common, especially when walking each other to classes, and shared kisses on the field after a Quidditch victory was inevitable, not a shadow of shyness despite all students and teachers being there to witness the rather intimate moment. Surprisingly, your fellow classmates had a bigger issue with your relationship than the teachers did, gossiping about you no matter how far away you were.

'Did you hear that they've been together for half a year now? I was convinced he'd cheat on her by now. ' or even,

'I swear she's spoken to other boys while they've been together though?'

Despite all the talk from those who knew nothing of your relationship, you continued acting as you usually would, linking arms while leading each other through the crowded hallways and having intimate picnics by the black lake on days where the sun shone bright. Cedric, ever so proud of being able to call you his girlfriend, grins widely at teachers every time they cross you in the halls, though you shyly duck your head away, avoiding the intimidating eye contact with those you respect so much.

It was only one night when you'd been making your way down the halls way passed curfew that you thought you'd definitely lose all your 'turning a blind eye privilege' from the teachers. Clad in your warm pyjamas, you'd been making your way down to the Hufflepuff common room. You'd sighed in relief when you turned the last corner to get to the common room, the risk of bumping into teachers or prefects significantly increased due to how far both common rooms were. It was only when you walked further down the corridor that you saw the two figures approaching you, and you froze. It was too late to try to hide or run.

Right in front of the Hufflepuff common room entrance stood Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, doing their rounds together for students out of bed. Your eyes widened and your jaw went slack, watching as the two older women realised your intentions. A sly smile made its way onto Professor Sprout's face as she chuckled quietly, Professor McGonagall only raising her eyebrows at you in mock surprise. At that same moment, the entrance to the common room opened, revealing your very own boyfriend standing in sweatpants and a Hufflepuff jumper.

"Oh shit." He whispered, eyes widening at the scene. You laughed awkwardly, looking down at your feet. "I didn't see anything." You heard Professor McGonagall mumble as she turned back around to walk down the corridor. Your head shot up at her comment, confusion overtaking you. Professor Sprout followed her movements, adding "Didn't see what?" Giving you the opportunity to run into the common room, all blood having rushed to your face.

9. Glancing at each other in a crowded room and your friends notice (secret relationship). 0.7k wc

It had only been fifteen minutes since you had come down form his dorm. Separately, of course. However, you just couldn't tear your eyes away from him, catching every little glance he sent your way. You could still feel his hands on your hips from the firm grip he had on them, seeing flashes of him throwing his head back into the pillow every time he turned his face to look at you. You squeezed your thighs together tightly, remembering the way his cock so easily glided in and out of you as you rode him every time you blinked.

Neville's gaze landed on you, making direct eye-contact that was too much for you to handle, especially after what had just gone down. You were afraid that if he looked at you for a second longer, your legs would take control over your body and make you pounce on him, straddling his hips and kissing him passionately in front of all your friends. All your clueless friends who had no idea what went on behind closed doors. Blinking a few times, you looked back up, only for your eyes to widen: Neville was still looking at you, never having torn his eyes from you in the first place, observing your every move as though it would let him read your mind.

A sharp elbow to your side had you flinching, crying out a sharp "Ow!" at Hermione's sudden movement. Peering up to look at her, you noticed the rest of your friends' gaze torn between you and Neville. "What the hell is going on?" Whisper yelled Hermione, a much more appropriate volume than Seamus's screech of "You've been eye-fucking each other for the past hour!" Blood instantly rushed up your chest, quickly heating your neck and face up. "Well-well we haven't even been sat here an hour, Seamus." You retorted, clearing your throat as your gaze reconnected with Hermione's mildly concerned one. "Yeah, because that makes the whole difference." Added Ron, scoffing.

"Herbology homework could not have been that bad!" Adds Harry, exposing the excuse you'd given him to occupy their dorm to the rest of the group. Gulping, you shyly glanced to your side where Hermione sat, convinced she would immediately figure it out. Her eyebrows were furrowed, but just as she opened her mouth, someone else spoke "Herbology homework?" Ron started, "Like the Herbology homework I copied from you this morning?" You averted your gaze from the ginger, desperately looking to your boyfriend for help. "Did we say Herbology?" Neville chuckled nervously, tugging at the hem of his thick sweater. You sighed, shutting your eyes tightly, rubbing your forehead with one of your hands.

"I could have sworn I told you it was Potions work." Neville hopelessly argued, awkwardly leaning back into the couch. Seamus leaned closer to Neville from where he sat beside him, squinting his eyes at your suspicious boyfriend. "No, no-" Harry continues, "Because you told be Y/N needed help with it, which is why you needed the peace and quiet of the dorm." Unravelled Harry, beginning to stand up, pointing an accusing finger at Neville. "Which is fucking weird, because Y/N's smarter than you. And there's no way Y/N needed help from Neville because I copied her homework this morning." Ron's head snapped towards Harry, putting a hand up for the other boy to high five as a whooped in success of the detective skills.

"And that means..." Hermione whispered, her tone a cross between horror and surprise. "They were having sex!" Screamed Seamus, hopping up to celebrate with Harry and Ron, who were jumping in a circle with their arms wrapped around each others' shoulders, immediately welcoming the third boy in the circle. "Why didn't you tell me!" Hermione shrieked, grabbing Ron's abandoned scarf on the couch and throwing it at you harmlessly. "I was going to!" You scream back as he reaches for a pillow this time, tossing it your way.

"It was on my calendar! Hermione- I swear!"

6. Wiping away leftover lipgloss from their lips after kissing them.

Ron's grip tightened on your hips, a muffled groan leaving his lips when you press your chest against his snuggly, raising yourself onto your tippy toes to fetch another kiss from him. Your boyfriend was trapped between your body and the dresser behind him, not that he was complaining at all. Ron titled his head downwards, opening his mouth slightly to deepen the kiss, extracting a quiet moan from you, as your arms reached up to wrap over his shoulders, pulling him even closer to you.

The big hands on your hips loosened their grip on you, instead having arms snaking around your waist to tug you close in a suffocating hug. Ron's lips separated from yours as he dug his head in the crook of your neck, resorting to pressing kisses there instead, which had you squirming in his grip, one of your hands winding in his red hair, tugging him upwards to connect your lips back to his desperately. The second your lips reconnect in another kiss, a loud pop is heard in the room and you immediately push yourself off your boyfriend, spinning in his arms towards the location of the sound.

"Well this is exactly why Hermione didn't want to come up here herself, isn't it Georgie?" The two tall gingers stand in the room with their arms crossed and looks of feigned disappointment on their faces. "You are exactly right Freddie my boy." Replies the taller of the pair, shaking his head. "What?" You retort, confused. "Uh Hermione says you promised to have breakfast with her this morning while you finished the story?" You scoff, turning back to face your boyfriend, grabbing a fistful of his jumper to pull his down to your level, pressing your lips against his for a final kiss.

You take your time to kiss him despite the loud groans and pop slam of a door opening while the twins trudge out of the room, separating yourself from Ron to cup his face in your hand, thumb softly wiping the corner of his lips to try getting rid of the sticky lip gloss residue. Ron does the same, one hand cradling your cheek, the other one mimicking your movements. You grin up at him, letting your hand fall to his chest before patting him twice and spinning on your heels just in time to hear Hermione calling your name loudly.

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Sirius Scolds || Remus Lupin x Potter!Reader

wc: 700 ish Cute little marauders blurb, Sirius is the SLIGHTLY mature one here... weird right?

Remus can't help but just accept the kisses you press on his soft skin, his own lips chasing yours, trying to catch them in a kiss. He groans when he fails to do so, finally understanding that you were purposefully avoiding his lips. "Darling what's - oh sod off." He groans, his hands gripping your hips, straddling his own as you giggle, his head finding itself in the crook of your neck, where his lips immediately latch.

Your transfiguration textbook hits the ground with a loud 'thud' that almost has James waking up from his nap in the neighbouring bed. You separate from your boyfriend momentarily, looking at the textbook, a clear reminder that you failed to finish your homework without any distractions. The only thing worse than McGonagall finding out you didn't do her work was James finding out about one his best friends dating his sister.

You readjust yourself on Remus's laps, an arm wrapping around his neck to pull yourself impossibly closer to him, pushing his head deeper into the crook of your neck. His hands wander under your skirt and his big hands grope at your ass, his eyes closed in satisfaction. He detaches from your neck with a 'pop' , one of his hands coming up to the nape of your neck and pulling you close so he can finally get a kiss from you. He immediately takes control of the kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as he starts to grow hard underneath you.

You giggle when you feel his dick pressing up against you, teasingly pressing your hips down against his. You pull away from the kiss slightly, pressing kisses from the corner of his lips down to his jaw and neck, where you start building up hickeys. Remus's breath hitches and his nails dig into your hips, causing you to gasp against his skin.

It was so wrong. So wrong of Remus to have made a move on his best friend's sister in the first place, and even worse to be making out with her in a bed right next to where he slept, curtains wide open for him to see as soon as he woke up. It was only thanks to Sirius, who walked into the dormitory with a loud gasp and came running towards you, wrapping his arms around you and instantly pulling you away from your boyfriend's arms that James missed the view. He had just flipped over in his bed to face the three of you, and was beginning to mutter, his eyes fluttering open before he fell back asleep as though nothing had happened.

Sirius stood over you and a sheepish Remus, both red in the face, still processing what had happened, eyes switching back and forth to look at Sirius and your brother, who slept peacefully. "What were you thinking!?" Sirius whisper yelled. "You think you're hiding your relationship well by humping each other like horny teenagers right next to him!?" You bit back from telling him you basically were horny teenagers as he continued "You think he'll be okay with it if that's how he finds out instead of you guys just telling him?" You bit your bottom lip, hands tugging your skirt back down and looked towards Remus for help.

He shrugged, shuffling closer to you on the bed before grabbing your jaw with both hands and pulling you into a sloppy kiss, a message for Sirius to fuck off. Sirius sighed disappointedly, shaking his head, his hands on his hips while he just stared at the both of you. When Remus pulled away from you, he grinned, then turned to raise his eyebrows at his other best friend. "Well James doesn't seem to be awake now does he?"

But a loud whine of annoyance comes from the bed next to you, incoherently mumbling "Shut up Moony, wanna sleep." You both freeze on the bed, and upon seeing Sirius grin widely, shuffle away from each other, knowing James will be wide awake in mere seconds.

The loud slap against James' naked back echoes in the dormitory and the scream that follows is impossibly louder. You only see a flash of Sirius' curly hair and James' red sweatpants before the room is empty again, heavy footsteps scurrying away as James raced after Sirius.

How they react when you tell them you're in the mood - Oliver Wood

this is a small series I’ll be uploading. I’ll post each character on its own, but the character i’ll be writing this for are: Harry, Ron, Percy, Oliver, Remus, Sirius, James.

oliver! is always ready to praise and worship your body no matter what time of the day it is, so when you come up to him after a successful Quidditch match, engulfing him in a big hug and standing on the tip of your toes so you can whisper in his ear how much you want him, he is ready to pounce.

You can barely close the door to the changing rooms before Oliver's lips are on your body, kissing every inch of skin he can reach. He's lucky the team prefers to shower in their dorms. His veiny hands are gripping your waist while he's nipping at your skin, hips grinding mercilessly into you. It's only your hands, relentlessly trying to tug his pants down his thighs that have him pulling away from you to take over the job. He strips down to nothing, but scolds you when you mimic his actions because he takes joy in taking your clothes off.

You turn away from him and teasingly bend forward when taking your panties off, and not nearly a second later, Oliver is on his knees, pulling you back onto his face as he devours your cunt. You cry out loudly, tightly gripping the lockers in the room, the thought of anyone walking in on you making you impossibly wetter. Oliver can tell when you're about to orgasm from the way your pussy clenches around his tongue so he pulls away, one hand coming up to smack your ass, eyes trained on the way it jiggles.

When you whine, starting to beg for more, Oliver wraps an arm around your wrist, pulling you along into one of the showers, where he lets the water run hot before pounding into you, his body pressing yours up against the wall. He's basically carrying you with the way one of your leg is propped up on his hip, the other trembling from the pressure. Your arms wrapped around his body keep him impossibly close to you and he grunts into the crook of your neck.

He gets sloppy with his strokes, but one hand comes down to urgently rub your clit, making sure you come before him. Your second leg gives out from under you when you finally orgasm, but his tight hold on your body keeps you up, and his hand picks your second leg up to wrap around his waist so he can use the momentum to make him go quicker, pulling a second orgasm from you while he cums inside you, hips erratically pumping into you while he whimpers quietly.

He holds you in his arms, using the wall as support while he catches him breath, pressing soft, and much less urgent kisses on your skin. He knows he can put you down when you leave a kiss on his jaw, one hand coming up to push his face closer to yours so you can kiss him properly.

After the celebratory party in the Gryffindor Tower, he pulls you up to his dorm for an inevitable round two.

neville longbottom smut

reader makes Neville cum in his pants at a party. warnings: dry humping, whimpering, public sex(?), swearing 0.9k+ wc

Your body sways to the music, the plastic cup in your hand spilling some of your drink onto your hand, but it only blends in with the shimmering glint of sweat on your skin. You're dancing with some girl you don't recognise, singing the words to a song at the top of your lungs. You look around, trying to spot your boyfriend in the crowd, to make sure he's not doing anything he shouldn't be, only to notice him sitting on an armchair next to the fireplace, his eyes already on you.

He meets your gaze and your body suddenly goes hot, despite the warmth from the alcohol that had already settled in. He was keeping an eye on you, butterbeer in hand, not focused on anything else. You grin, pushing your way through the dance floor until you finally stumble away from the crowd of sweaty bodies and into the more dispersed area of the busy common room. You giggle when you approach Neville, watching as his eyes run along you figure. You down the rest of your drink, putting the now empty cut next to what you assumed was the empty bottle butter beer Neville had already had. "You okay sweetheart?" He asks and you nod, shifting to stand between his legs.

He sits up straight to put his hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you slightly closer to him; the most affection he'd giving you tonight. He offers you a sip of butterbeer but you decline, watching as he brings his lips to the bottle, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows, before putting the bottle aside. You bring a hand up to play with his hair as your hips start moving again, the other arm on his shoulder. You look down at the boy below you and sigh in pleasure as his hands start moving up and down your thighs.

His head leans on your lower stomach, his attention caught by the dancing bodies. You furrow your eyebrows, glancing over at the dance floor to look at all the girls in their tight dresses. You huff. The hand you have in his hair closes moderately into a fist and you tug it backwards slightly, making Neville look up at you, only to be met by your lips slamming down onto his. He moans loudly, his hands on your thighs moving so his arms can wrap around you.

His mouth immediately opens to welcome your tongue in and you put your weight onto him, pushing him back into the armchair as you climb onto him, your legs coming on either side of his thighs as you straddle him. Neville whimpers, the sound drowned by the music, his arms tightly wrapping themselves around your waist to pull you impossibly closer. And he does, dragging you across his lap so your panty-clad cunt grinds against his fully clothed dick.

You both moan into each other, and you feel your boyfriend's usually gentle hands travel down to your ass, roughly gripping it. You grind against Neville once more to see how comfortable he is with this, and he separates from the kiss to gasp for air, his mouth open in a silent moan. Your eyes scan the room, checking to see if you had attracted anyone's unwanted eyes, but your attention is brought back to Neville, who tugs your dress further down your thighs, having ridden up when you straddled him.

When you make eye contact with him again, his eyes are begging you to continue your movements and so is the tent in his pants. You push your hips down onto his and moan quietly, biting your lip. Neville's eyes widen and he looks around for a second before turning his attention back to you, a hand coming behind your neck to pull you into a kiss, the other one pushing your hips into his.

He gently humps his hips up into yours to encourage your movements, grunting as though he has never had your legs spread for him, and you dig your face into the crook of his neck, letting out a breathy moan. Your hot breath on his neck sends shivers down Neville's spine and he pants, leaning his head on your shoulder and looking down through the top of your dress. He whines, eyes widening at the sight of your tits, his hands immediately coming up to grope them. You let out a high pitched moan when he squeezes one of your perky nipple, hips bucking into his desperately, so that your pussy grinds right against the tent in his jeans, feeling the imprint of his cock against you.

Neville bites your shoulder to cover the loud whimpers that come out of him, hands gripping your thighs as he roughly bucks his hips into yours. That's when you feel the wetness on his jeans, this time not coming from you, and you grin proudly, pulling Neville into a kiss. He returns the kiss, still panting, his hands now softly caressing your sides. When you both separate from the kiss and Neville finally catches his breath, he says "How about we go upstairs and I can finish you off?"

So apparently I'm in my Ron era Warnings: Hinting to bi reader, suggestive This isn’t as good as i wanted it to be but enjoy!

You turn to your close friend Hannah when Professor Snape gives the go ahead to start your potions, giving her a look and you both look down into your textbooks to hide your wide grins and bubbling giggles.

"Why hasn't he yelled at us once today though?" Hannah whispers, heading to the ingredient cabinets with you on her heels. "Probably got some head or something." You respond with a shrug only to have Hannah scoff and mutter a quiet "Right" which causes you both to erupt with laughter at the back of the classroom.

"Ladies! Is it necessary for me to tell you to shut it every. Single. Class." Snape roars from the front, his face turning red when you only break down even more at the irony, both of you turning to lean on something.

"That's enough! Ten points from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff!" Your hand flew over your mouth in a desperate attempt to keep quiet, your laughter only ceasing when a harsh kick on the back of your leg is delivered by Hermione.

"Oh no please keep it up, you'll only make it easier for Slytherin to win the house cup this year." Pansy states, winking at you as she walks back to her table. Hannah shuffles closer to you, whispering "I bet she has the fattest crush on you. And don't forget her little friends over there."

You look back at Hannah, jokingly flicking your hair over your shoulder. "After that kiss in third year? Of course she has a crush on me." You both sit down at your table, and you start sorting out the ingredients as Hannah flicks through her textbook to find the right page. "Hey Lav? What page is the potion on?" You ask the girl facing you, who stutters as she tells you the number.

Thanking her, you manage to catch the eye of your boyfriend across the room, noticing his other friends glancing at you and you tilt your head, smiling softly at him. He looks down so you avert your gaze, instead starting to chop up some fluxweed seeds.

On the other side of the classroom, Seamus Finnigan mimics your movements rather clumsily as he wanders off into a conversation with the other boys on the table "No you don't understand, every guy in the school wants her and every girl wants to be her. So how did you manage to get her? You don't know how to talk to pretty girls."

"He was probably seduced." Chimes in Dean nonchalantly. "She charmed him hard enough that he got in bed and let her ride him until sun down. She was satisfied with what she saw and decided to keep him around." They all look up, starting to chuckle at Ron's reaction, and add onto the teasing until Neville looks like he's about to explode. 

Ron feels his cheeks go ablaze and he looks up, watching you smile at something Hannah said. As much as he wanted to flaunt the fact that he was the one to approach you, he knew that your popularity painted you as a maneater. No one would believe him. Even as he walks up to you at the end of class, offering you his hand, he feels the boys’ eyes on you both, ignoring the rosy colour that appears on your cheeks. You giggle, taking Ron’s hand, and together you walk down to the Great Hall for lunch. 

You sit next to Ron with his friends listening to Harry, who brings up the topic of romance once more, complaining about his failed attempts to ask Cho out. He looks at you and asks “How do I just ask her? I’ve backed out every single time.” You shrug, pointing at your boyfriend “Ask Ron, he was perfectly fine making the first move on me.” 

Your response brings an unusual silence within the friend group. “Ron? Ron made the first move?” Hermione finally says, which brings alive a lot of questions from the surrounding teenagers.

“Wait I don’t understand… You guys didn’t think I was the one who came onto him did you??” You interrupt, feeling your face start to heat up again. “Yes we did!” States Seamus “This whole time you’ve been the popular girl who for some reason went for this thick in the head ginger! But he’s the one who charmed you… I see now.”

Ron scoffs and shakes his head, pushing his drink away from him and he stands up, offering you his hand once more. You take it, following him, and shrug at Hermione who gives you a questioning look. 

“I’m sorry about them, but i think i have something that can distract you from their questions.” You hum, cocking one head to the side. “And what would that- Oh!” You squeal as Ron pulls you into an abandoned broom closet, firmly pressing his lips to yours, as you shyly place your hands on his chest, pushing him away from you. “You couldn’t wait could you?” You question him, gently pulling him back in, but it’s only when he presses himself against you that you understand why.

Not sure if this is what you wanted but I thought it was cute! Summary: Your siblings read a letter sent from your boyfriend, Harry, and now they can't look at him the same way again.

Harry looked at you, confused, when no one came forward to give him a hug. Not even a smile was sent his way. You, out of your siblings' ray of vision, gave Harry wide eyes with a shake of your head, and slowly, his face turned into one of realisation.

Fred stepped forward, towering over Harry, his arms crossed over his chest. "Hi?" Shyly whispered Harry, looking up to make eye contact with your most protecting brother. "No. Not hi." They held eye contact for a moment longer before the sound of a stifled laughed was heard. Everyone turned to look at Ginny, who was now leaning on an armchair, pointing a finger at Fred and dying in silent fits of laughter.

"No Ginny! This isn't what we said would happen! You just ruined our entire plan!" He whined, turning away from Harry, then back towards him again. George approached the pair, and shook his head at your quite intimidated boyfriend. "I cannot believe you are dating our sibling." He plainly stated, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders. "Sit."

He sat Harry down on the armchair Ginny had previously occupied. Ron ran from downstairs, yelling "Harry! Why didn't you tell me he was here?" He went over to give him a hug, but Fred, ever the one for dramatics, put an arm out to stop him. "Wh-" " Y/N and Harry have been together for half a year." George's simple words silenced him.

"Wha-Wait! You-I'm sorry?" Ron turned to look at the twins before averting his attention back to Harry. 'They didn't know?' he mouthed towards him. Harry shrugged, looking up at the three brothers. "Oh my Godric. How dare you date my twin and not make me aware of doing such thing?" Ron spoke with a monotone voice, his tone not convincing anyone in the room.

"You knew?" Fred and George screamed. "You didn't?" And what followed was a mush of words that made zero sense to you whatsoever. As the three were arguing, Harry looked over to you, grinning. He got out of the armchair and walked over to you. You ran over to him, to meet him half-way in a much-needed hug. "Hey." "Hi." You looked at him for a moment, arms still wrapped over his shoulders and smiled, before pressing your lips to his in a short kiss. "Happy birthday, by the way." He chuckled, shaking his head as Ron started yelling about a spider and the clatter that followed.

Tipsy - Seamus F

Warnings: suggestive Summary: the reader gets tipsy after winning the quidditch cup.

Everyone in the common was enjoying a nice, wild, post quidditch victory party. It was a miracle to have won the game, let alone the entire quidditch cup. Ever since Harry and the twins had gotten kicked off the team, only half of you were good players.

Some people say it's better than nothing, but of course, as a Gryffindor, it was either all or nothing. I mean, you did love the girls and yes, they're probably the best student players you've ever seen. However, Angelina had anger issues, Ginny was too immature and Katie always stared at one of the new beaters since he was good looking. Basically, if you had those types of players on the team, the rest had to play good too.

You may or may not have been making most of the alcohol supply that the Weasley twins had snuck in from the kitchen and had long gone passed the "sober stage". Now you were sitting on the floor after doing one too many shots with Dean.

The night had barely begun, but you were already feeling woozy and were drinking straight from the bottle of Firewhiskey.

"Never have I ever been caught making out with someone after curfew by a teacher." You groaned, taking another swing of the alcoholic beverage. Fred and George were roaring with laughter, blatantly making fun of you as you got even more drunk.

"Okay, okay." Fred breathed out. "Never have I ever..." He paused. "Had a hickey that was noticed by my parents." You didn't even bother to try to be discreet, knowing they'd spot you either way, but maybe you should have.

Fred tripped over the leg of a table, grabbing George's shoulder to steady and keep himself from falling right to your feet. You laid your head on the couch next to you, feeling slightly humiliated from the two redheads' behaviors.

"What are we doing?" The familiar voice of your painfully hot boyfriend sent a shiver down your spine. He sat down on the floor behind you, wrapping both his arms around your waist. "Mmh, hi baby." You muttered, tilting your head to see him and fluttering your eyelashes at him. "Hi sweetness." He replied, pecking your plump lips softly.

"We're playing a game of 'Getting Seamus's girlfriend impossibly more drunk with a dirty version of Never Have I Ever, Drink edition'!" Both of the twins yelled out in unison. "I'm not drunk." You whispered to your boyfriend, but he laughed, smelling the stench alcohol in your breath.

"Well!" You exclaimed, wobbling on your feet as you stood up, "I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get me to reveal my deepest, darkest secrets. Goodnight!" Your accent relatively thicker.

You grabbed Seamus's hand, forcing him to get up with you. You dragged him towards the staircase leading up to the girls' dormitories, but he stopped you. "Can't go up there, sweetness." You nodded your head quickly, turning paths abruptly, making you dizzy and causing you to trip over air. "Come on." He muttered, pulling you up and hoisting you up into his arms.

You giggled as he made a beeline to his dormitory and winked back at the two party hosts who wolf-whistled. "Nothing's going to happen sweetness, you do know that right? That'd be called taking advantage and we don't do that in the Finnegan household." "Mmh, I love you." "No, that's not going to work darling."

"Fuck."

Harry's Bi awakening

Your jaw slackened when you saw the two tall figures arm wrestling on the living room table. You glanced at Hermione who nodded at you subtly with wide eyes.

You turned over to Ron who stood behind you and whispered "Why did you never tell!?" Ron groaned and shook his head "You really need to get your eyes checked (Y/N), for the thousandth time, they're not attractive!" He whisper-yelled back.

"...Eye candy." You muttered. Ron made a noise of disagreement and you both watched as the famous Charlie and Bill Weasley stood up to their mother's voice telling them to stop arm wrestling. Charlie laughed, saying that he'd have beat Bill either way.

You spun on your heels again, finding Harry talking to Mr. Weasley in a corner and dragged him back to where you were standing. "Come on Harry, tell Ron he's wrong about his brothers. They're good looking aren't they?"

Harry shot a glance at the two beautiful red-heads and froze. You saw his eyes rake over Charlie's features, lingering on his dragon tattoo before moving to Bill. He observed the older brother for a while longer, staring at his earring and luscious hair that was wrapped in a man bun.

"Sorry Ron, but I've got to agree with (Y/N) on this one. They've got quite the looks." He told his best friend, looking back to the two brothers who came closer to the trio, each one presenting himself to one of their younger brother's friends.

When they left to help Mrs. Weasley with the dinner table, Harry looked at you, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. You grinned, taking his hand in yours and walking out to the garden where Hermione and Ron now stood.