Break it Up (Ron Weasley)

26. Something New

A/N: okay guys... smut warning. reader discretion advised. eek.

"Wait," Ron said, stopping his actions abruptly. He glanced around the room. "Let's go to my room. You know, where it all began," he smirked. "It'll kinda be like... a tribute."

I laughed at Ron's mention of the first night we spent together and agreed, grabbing on to his hand. He swiftly apparated us back to his room, muttering a few other things under his breath once we arrived.

"I placed some precautionary charms for us," he explained, shrugging his shoulders. He then backed me up to the edge of his bed and I stood pressed against it. His breaths were getting increasingly uneven and our bare skin pressed together as our kiss was becoming more and more passionate.

He slowly began to trail his mouth down to my neck. When he reached a particularly sensitive spot, I couldn't help but let a moan escape my lips.

I felt him smirk under my jaw. "Easy, darling. We've only just begun."

His hands made their way over my shoulders and down my back. He reached the clasp of my bra and swiftly undid it.

"You're pretty good at that," I remarked, impressed at how easily he did that.

He grinned in response and threw my bra beside him on the floor. His eyes trailed down my body now. "You're beautiful," he breathed.

I smiled at him as he reached for the band of my sweatpants, his fingers slipping between the material and my skin. He tugged them down and they fell to the floor.

His mouth went back to my neck as he intensified his actions; kissing more passionately than he had before. His hands moved down from my sides to the fabric of my underwear. He grazed over the material and I gasped at the sudden feeling of pleasure that took over me. He chuckled softly into my collarbone.

"Mind if I take these off?" he asked huskily, his hand still caressing the cloth. I nodded desperately, pulling his body closer into mine.

He swiftly pulled the material down to my ankles and stood back up. I trailed my hands down from his chest to the front of his pants where the buckle was. My hand grazed over the large bulge and he and I both laughed quietly. I reached the zipper and tugged it down.

He then pushed me back so I was lying on the bed and hovered over me. "Not yet," he whispered, running his hand from my chest down to my core. I threw my head back as soon as he reached it, moving his hand in circular motions. "So wet for me," he said, not breaking eye contact.

I couldn't help but moan, and he lifted his hand from me to his lips. "Shh," he shushed. "You have to be quiet unless you want someone to hear us. Can you do that for me?" he asked smirking.

I nodded vigorously, and he placed his hand where it was before, moving faster and more rough than he had before. He liked seeing me struggle to be silent.

I bit my lip in an effort to obey Ron's command, but I couldn't help myself. "Ron," I moaned, causing him to instantly bring his other hand up to cover my mouth. He leaned in close, continuing the circular motions with his opposite hand.

Suddenly, he pulled both of his hands away and removed his own boxers. I gasped at the sight of him and he grinned.

He walked closer over to the the edge of the bed where I was and my body tingled with excitement and nerves. He placed his hands on either side of my waist and slowly slid himself in.

It hurt at first. Ron noticed the pain on my face, and he reached his hand up and caressed my jaw. "Relax, darling. I'll go as slow as you need."

I smiled and nodded at him, letting him know he could continue further. He was still gripping my hips as he got closer.

Soon enough, the pain subsided into pleasure. Ron began thrusting a little faster, still watching my facial expression. "This okay love?" he asked.

"Yes," I moaned, nodding my head.

He grinned and continued going, both of our breaths getting faster and heavier. Ron's command of silence had lost on both of us, as we were both screaming the others name louder than we should've been. Neither of us really seemed to care anymore.

Suddenly, Ron hit a spot inside of me that filled me with overwhelming pleasure. I had to reach up and grab on to him to stable myself.

He noticed this and quickened his pace, going faster and harder than he had before. A ball of pleasure began to form inside me, growing bigger and more intense with each passing second. I looked up at Ron and noticed he was getting close too.

Soon, the ball unraveled within me, and within Ron as well. We rode it out together, the two of us shivering.

We laid back together on the bed, both panting heavily. Ron turned his head to look at me. "I put a silencing charm on the room in the beginning. We didn't actually have to be quiet," he laughed.

I pulled my pillow out from behind my head and hit him with it. "Ron!" I shouted accusingly, but I couldn't stay mad. I laughed as he lifted the pillow up and off of his face.

"I love you," he said, rolling over to face me with his hand supporting his head. A lazy grin covered his face and I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"I love you, too," I replied. "But I'm exhausted, let's go to bed," I said while rolling over to face away from him. He scooted over closer to me, pressing his body up against mine. He wrapped his arms over me and pulled me close to him, quickly drifting off. I smiled and closed my eyes, holding on to Ron's arms in front of me. This was, for sure, the happiest I have ever been.