Harry Potter Imagines ⚠️Includes Smut⚠️

"My Perfect Girl"- 🥺🙈💛

Requested on Tumblr- Can you possibly do a smut of Ron Weasley with the promts 7, 3, and maybe 13? It would be a Hufflepuff reader who is insecure about her body because of teasing from some Slytherin boys and Ron wants to prove to her that he loves her and her body?

A/n- I sure can! I really love this idea!

Summary- After some Slytherin boys make fun of you, your confidence was very low, but Ron just can't comprehend how you don't see how perfect you are.

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Year- 6th Year (I just really like 6th year Ron)

House- Hufflepuff

Warnings- Mean teasing, mentions of blood, smut, an abuse of commas and semicolons

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The prompts off of my Christmas Prompt List on Tumblr-

3. "Come here your face looks so squishy and adorable"

7. "You're not unlovable, I love you"

13. "I'm done watching you fall apart because of someone else's opinion"

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"Where are you going fatty?!" a Slytherin by the name of Gage called after you. You looked back quickly to see him and his posse gaining upon you. You quickly looked back forward and continued walking, faster this time though.

"Hey! We're talking to you!" he yelled, you could hear their footsteps very close behind you. Your breathing got heavier, their footsteps getting louder. You squealed as you felt a hand on your shoulder that caused you to fall flat on your face.

They all started cackling at you as you struggled to get yourself off of the ground. "Look! She's so fat that she can't even lift herself off of the ground!". They said more things about your body but you just looked down to see your yellow robes all wrinkled and dirty.

"Pathetic," he snarled and pushed your head back toward the ground before walking away with his friends. You whimpered as you went to get up, a single tear leaving your eye.

You quickly wiped it away and looked down to see the damage they did to you; a bruise on your elbow, a scrape on your head, and a slight headache. Your knee also hurt like hell, most likely scraped and bleeding.

You composed yourself before limping to dinner, which was where you were headed before the Slytherins came along. Once you entered, the atmosphere was like how it always is; happy and alive.

You could not relate in the slightest.

You took a deep breath and walked slowly over to the Hufflepuff table, trying to walk as normally as possible. Little did you know, your try at normalness couldn't fool Ron, he could see your limp as clear as day.

"Hold on guys, I'll be right back," Ron told Hermione and Harry before rising from his seat and walking toward you. As you sat down, he saw something on your knee that didn't look good which prompted him to walk faster.

"Hi Y/n," he greeted you and sat down quickly next to you, making you flinch slightly. "Hi," you said but kept your head down.

"What's wrong?" he asked. You looked over to him, slightly showing your face, "Nothing.". He frowned slightly and brought his hands up to make grabby hands at you, "Come here your face looks so squishy and adorable.".

That was it.

The tears that you were trying to hold back started coming down, so you did everything you could to hide them; moving your hair in front of your face, covering your mouth, and looked away from Ron, which he did not like at all.

"Come on," Ron sighed and grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your seat. He then wrapped an arm around your waist so that he could help you walk, allowing you to curl into his chest while walking.

You didn't look to see where you were going, but you did know that you went up a bunch of stairs, so you could guess where you were. "Come and sit down," he told you, The Gryffindor Common Room. It was so warm and cozy, just like Ron.

"Now," he plopped down next to you, covering you both with a blanket, "what's wrong?".

You let a sob before cuddling into his side and hiding your face from him, "I'm unlovable, aren't I?". "W-What?" Ron was genuinely confused, "You're not unlovable, I love you.".

"Do you really though?" you questioned, "Yes, Y/n, I do, what kind of question is that? It's a stupid one, I'll tell you that, now tell me, what's really got you down?" he queried.

"I-I was walking to dinner when-" you stopped yourself, "When...?" Ron urged. You let out a shaky breath, "When some Slytherin boys started saying vile things about me and my body a-and the thing is that all the things they said were true.".

"Please," he threw his head back jokingly, "like what?".

"T-That I was too fat to get myself off the ground and I do recall that he said that you're only with me because you pity me," you started hysterically laughing through your tears, "I-I mean, how could you like me? I'm-".

"Now you stop it right there," Ron growled, "I'm not dating you out of pity, I'm dating you because I love you," he grabbed your chin to face your face up toward him, "I love you. I think your body is perfect and I'm done watching you fall apart because of someone else's opinion."

You sniffled and smiled at him, he smiled too and got leaned closer to your face, "But I do love watching you fall apart under me.". You both laughed after his joke and looked at each other for a second before quickly connecting your lips together.

"I love you so much Y/n, you have no clue," Ron said through kisses. He connected his lips to your neck, making you throw your head back. He then wrapped his arm under your back, slowly laying you down on the couch.

"Can I?" he asked, holding on to your clothes. You nodded your head quickly, letting him strip you of all your clothes except your undergarments. He brought his back up to your neck, trailing kisses all the way down and all over your body.

Once he was finished giving attention to each and every part of your body, he looked down at your bra, which you were working on unclipping.

He brought his hand behind your back to help you and the moment you got it off, he brought his lips down to start sucking on one of your nipples, "R-Ron," you moaned.

He smiled to himself and gave the same attention to your other nipple. Once he was finished, he looked up to you for consent while bringing his teeth to your panties, you smiled at him, which was all the confirmation he needed. He slowly used his teeth to slide your panties down your legs.

"Pretty," he cooed before licking a stripe up your slit. You immediately brought your hands to his hair, pulling it when the pleasure got so intense.

"Are you close darling?" he asked before licking up your slit once more, you nodded your head quickly and threw your head back when his mouth connected to your clit.

"R-Ron," you moaned, "I know, darling, let go, I'm right here," he promised. Without another word, you came, your back arching off of the couch.

"Let's take this to my room, just in case someone comes in here," Ron said and scooped you up in his arms, running up the stairs to his dorm and locking the door, lightly throwing you down on the bed.

"Now, how about one more for me?" Ron asked, removing his clothes, "Can you do that?". "Yes, Ron, yes," you breathed.

"Of course you can," he cooed, "because you're my perfect girl.".