*$10 by good morning*
walking in through the backyard door, through the kitchen, and past the conference room in the pitch black darkness was no challenge for y/n. but as she reached the bottom of the stairway, she realized how hard it was gonna be to get all the way to the top. her head fell back as she examined the nine flights of stairs, nearly loosing her balance doing so.
As they raised their foot to the first step, she felt a strong pair of hands wrap around her waist, supportingly. Before her brain had time to even register the surprise,"please be careful" it was Ron
"Ron" she said, "it's just stairs"
"Yeah, and when u fall and bash ur brain in you'll have just a concussion" he retorted with a breathy giggle.
Y/n giggled back, giving in and allowing him to help her up the stairs. He took one of her arms and wrapped it around his waist. She could feel the solidness of his chest on the very tips of her fingers. And he wrapped one of his arms around het waist, feeling his grip on her waist was driving her to insanity. And with each step his grip would tighten slightly to ensure her balance.
It went on this way until they made it into the bathroom.*show me how by men I trust*
The electricity in this particular bathroom was iffy, so Ron used a lighter to light three lanterns. While y/n sat on the closed toilet seat in an attempted to feel less dizzy. It was with the sudden light change that y/n notice Ron's severely bloodshot eyes and began to laugh.
"What are u on about?" Ron asked, just the sight of y/n laughing caused a smirk to spread on to his face.
"Your eyes, Ron"
"Well your not one to talk" he responded, "at least I'm not covered in pumpkin juice"
the laughing died down and there was a moment of silence where the only sound was music and the leaky sink faucet."well uh...you go ahead and get undressed and I'll drop off something for you to change into, yeah?" he said, turning his body towards the door to leave. But without hesitation y/n let her body take over and she reached out to grab his wrist.
He turned his head over his shoulder to look her. And as she let go of his hand, he turned his body to face her. the lanterns fire flickered on his face presenting to y/n a questioning expression.
Y/n bit her lower lip, slowly reaching her hands behind her back and under her hoodie, she fiddled with the cold metal of her bra strap, and it fell effortlessly to the bathroom tile.
Ron looked down at the Lacey black bra on the floor and took a deep breath, his chest rising as he moved his tongue across his lower lip."Y/n...I respect you-" Ron started
"Stop respecting me" y/n blurted out, she immediately had second thoughts but it was too late. She said what she said, and for the most part meant it.
He took a step closer, arching his neck slightly to be eye level with her. Eyes. Lips. Eyes Lips. She waited patiently for him to make the move. The tension was thicker then anything she had felt before, but it all disappeared as Ron snaked one hand behind her neck, lacing his finger in her hair and pulled her lips into his. He moved his lips gentle against hers, as he backed her up against the counter. without breaking the kiss he moved the flickering lantern aside to make room on the counter. For a brief moment he slide his tongue across her bottom lip. He took his hand away from her tangled hair and placed both hands on the backs of her thighs, gripping tightly and lifting her up on to the counter.
Now that they were level, he moved his lips faster, y/n pushing her chest into his. He slide his hand to the base of her waist pulling her whole upper body into his own. She could feel every muscle of his chest twitching as she grinded into him.
With the very tips of his fingers, he he slide his hands from the back of her waist, to the front, and clutched the hem of her hoodie. He pulled away from the kiss and let his head hang into the crook of her neck and whispered,"Is this ok?"
"more then ok" y/n responded
A wide smile stretched across his cheeks as he leaned in to kiss them again. But, before there lips could intertwine once more, there was a knock at the door.
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FanfictionAs morally incorrect as it may be, y/n faces the challenge of choosing between Fred, George, and Ron 😃👍 eh nvm y not all 3- WARNING -SMUT -SUBSTANCES -VIOLENCE -SWEARING