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parksandfiction.bsky.social • 53 days ago

Weasley is His King

Dron
NSFW
Enemies to quidditch teammates to lovers
Secret pining
Dom/sub vibes

Reposted from HP Frisky Friday

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parksandfiction.bsky.social•53 days ago

Silk sheets slid through Draco’s grasp as he fought for something to grip, absolutely loathing everything about the situation in which he found himself and yet—even if he wasn’t already half fucked out of his mind—he didn’t think he had ever wanted anything more in his entire life.

parksandfiction.bsky.social•53 days ago

All because he’d skipped one of Weasley’s moronic extra Captain’s practices—a bloke needed his beauty rest, after all—and the git had showed up at his flat to tell him off. One thing had let to another, and—

Behind him, Weasley froze with little more than his tip inside. “Did I say you could stop?”

parksandfiction.bsky.social•53 days ago

Gasping, desperate for more of that deep, delicious friction, he tried to remember the next line. “He…always…lets…the—”

Weasley tsked. “You know the rules,” he said. “From the top.”

With a whimper, he started the blasted song over again for what felt like the thousandth time that morning.

parksandfiction.bsky.social•53 days ago

“Weasley is our king.”

Another deep thrust. “That’s right,” Ron murmured.

Fuck. Nothing about that should have been that hot and yet… “He didn’t let the Quaffle in—” He’d somehow switched to the asinine Gryffindor version but from the way the thrusts picked up, Ron didn’t seem to mind.

parksandfiction.bsky.social•53 days ago

“Weasley is—oh my *gods,”* he broke off in a desperate moan, barely holding himself off from coming all over the finest sheets money could buy.

“You know,” Ron said behind him, continuing his relentless, punishing, mind-blowing steady pace, “I didn’t think I was going to allow lyric changes—

parksandfiction.bsky.social•53 days ago

—but I rather enjoy that one.”

Draco bit down on his lip, fighting off the pleasure building deep inside him.

Ron started to slow and desperation cut through Draco like a knife.“No, Ron, don’t stop,” he gasped. “Please, Ron, *please.”*

For a long moment, neither of them moved.