The Girl Who Had No Choice | 18+

"Touch me, please"

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Indigo, feeling sticky from the heat of the party, decided to pull her hair up into a messy bun, trying to cool down. As she ascended the stairs to her dorm, she noticed the door was ajar. Curiosity piqued, she crept closer, peering through the small crack. To her surprise, she spotted Ron sprawled across her bed, his back to her, seemingly asleep.

"What the—what is he doing?" she whispered to herself, trying to suppress her breathing.

Cautiously, she nudged the door open wider but stumbled over the threshold, her klutziness getting the better of her. "Fuck," she muttered, the sound of her voice echoing in the quiet room. As she looked up, she caught sight of Ron's hand retreating from his jeans, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"W-what are you doing in here?" he stammered, caught off guard, his expression a mix of fear and desire.

Indigo crossed her arms, a playful smirk on her face. "This is my dorm room, Ronald," she replied, raising an eyebrow. The sight of him, flustered and vulnerable, made her heart race.

"A-are you drunk, Indie?" Ron asked, a grin creeping across his lips.

Indigo nodded, leaning against the doorframe. She watched as he stood up, hesitantly approaching her. His warm hands cupped her cheeks, drawing her gaze up to meet his. "I—I was thinking about you..." he admitted, the words tumbling from his lips.

"What do you mean, *thinking* of me?" she asked, her heart fluttering. She felt herself loosening up but caught his hands, pulling them away from her face.

Ron's cheeks deepened in color, and Indigo found herself imagining pushing him down onto her bed, the thought igniting a spark of desire. 'Maybe I'm just drunk, but I want to kiss him so badly,' she mused internally as she observed Ron fumbling over his words.

"When I was touching myself on your bed..." he confessed, his voice dropping to a whisper. The admission sent a jolt of excitement through her. Seeing him so flustered and eager did something to her, making her feel powerful in a way she'd never expected.

Indigo felt emboldened as Ron stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. She could see the lust in his eyes, and it thrilled her. With a mischievous grin, she pointed her wand at the door, casting a spell with a flick of her wrist. "Colloportus," she whispered, and the door slammed shut, sealing them in.

"So, Ron..." she began, trailing the tip of her wand under his chin, guiding him back toward the bed. "Why were you touching yourself?" she teased, watching as he fell back onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Just... the way you were moving on stage... your hips, the way you flirted with that hufflepuff, the way you... moaned into the mic... I needed to feel something, but all I wanted was you... to touch me, please," he said, desperation creeping into his voice.

Indigo could see him adjusting his jeans, clearly affected by their conversation. "Look, bunny, I know I'm drunk, but I'm sober enough to know that you weren't a mistake," he confessed. Those words sent her heart racing, butterflies swirling in her stomach.

"You're just saying that, Ron," she replied, stepping back in surprise.

"No, I'm not. Indigo Vivian Lestrange, I, Ron Weasley, am deeply in love with you," he declared, the sincerity in his voice sending a thrill through her.

In that moment, something shifted within her, and without thinking, she pushed him back onto the bed and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Their mouths collided passionately, and Indigo wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his red hair as she pulled him closer. She could feel him responding, his body pressing against hers.

Ron attempted to turn the tables, but Indigo was quick, pinning his arms above his head. "Nuh-uh, kitten, I'm taking control," she said confidently, smirking at his surprise.

"Now, could I unbutton this?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.

He nodded eagerly, and with that, she settled onto his lap, slowly unbuttoning his flannel shirt, kissing his neck softly as she did so. Each button revealed more of his skin, drawing soft groans from him. When she finally pulled back, she stood up, pulling him along as she made him stand beside the bed.

"Take off your jeans, kitten," she commanded, and he complied without hesitation.

"Bunny, could I undress you?" he asked shyly, and her heart swelled at his gentleness.

"Of course, darling," she replied, winking at him.

Before he could start, she slipped off her Mary Janes and began to peel off her fishnets. But he grabbed her hands, pleading, "Leave them on, please. I love the way you look in them." His gentle stroke of her cheek sent shivers down her spine.

Ron removed her t-shirt dress, staring at her with a mix of awe and desire. "I can't believe you let people see you like this. They don't deserve it," he murmured.

"Kitten, I'm a rockstar," she laughed, a playful glint in her eyes. Just then, the sound of her song echoed from downstairs, making her giggle.

Ron's playful demeanor shifted as he lifted her by her thighs, placing her back onto the bed while hovering over her, biting his lip. "What happened to you taking control?" he teased, a confident smirk on his face.

"I—I still can," she mumbled, trying to regain her composure. But the way he held her gaze made her feel small and vulnerable.

"Lay back, kitten," she instructed, and he complied, settling against the headboard.

Indigo positioned herself on his lap, their bodies exploring each other as they shared soft kisses. She cupped his face, pulling him closer, feeling the heat radiating between them. Her fingers danced over his body, and she reveled in the sensation of their connection.

Flashes of past encounters danced in her mind—the teasing letters, the moments when she wore only his sleep shirt, the times she bent over just to tease him. She loved the way he blushed and the way he responded to her every move.

Deciding to tease him further, she began to roll her body against his hips, mimicking the dance moves she had showcased earlier.

Ron groaned against her lips, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "You want to tease me more, bunny?" he asked, his breath hot against her ear. "You've done plenty of that downstairs." His voice was low and gravelly, and it ignited a fire within her.

She bit his lip, knowing he enjoyed it. "Maybe," she whispered, tugging at his hair, eliciting more moans from him.

The room was thick with tension, and as their breathing grew heavier, Ron reached behind her to undo her bra. Frustration flashed across his face when he struggled. "Fuck, how do you do this? Bunny, could you help me, please?"

Indigo laughed, reaching behind her to fumble with the clasp, slowly letting the straps fall away. She kissed her way down his chest, leaving soft kisses that made him moan. As she reached his nipples, she sucked gently, eliciting more sounds of pleasure from him.

Ron's enjoyment fueled her desire to give him even more. She trailed her kisses down to his abdomen, but just as she was about to kneel, he halted her. "Wait," he said, pulling down her skirt to avoid any mishap. His sweetness surprised her, and she leaned in to kiss him on the nose, earning a grin in return.

With her skirt discarded, she slowly pulled down his boxers, revealing him to her. Ron's size always took her breath away, and she felt an overwhelming desire wash over her. His erection stood proudly, and she couldn't help but lick her lips, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Is this what you want, love?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. She nodded eagerly, and he positioned himself, his hand guiding her until she was just barely brushing against him.

"Make me feel good, bunny," he urged.

Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, feeling a rush of excitement. She could have teased him, but tonight, she craved him deeply. She swallowed him as far as she could, feeling his body tense in response.

Ron moaned as she swirled her tongue around his tip, his hands gripping her hair tightly. She bobbed her head, her right hand massaging his balls, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. The sound of his moans filled the room, and she reveled in the pleasure she was giving him.

After a few moments, he pulled her away, a string of saliva connecting them. "I want to cum inside you, darling. Is that alright?" he asked, his eyes searching hers.

Indigo nodded eagerly. "Don't worry, my aunt Narcissa taught me an anti-pregnancy spell." She giggled at the thought, but Ron interrupted her.

"Indigo, I don't want to think about your aunt and uncle Malfoy while we're doing this," he said, shooting her an apologetic look.

She laughed, and he laid her back down gently, but then he surprised her by ripping the crotch of her fishnets. "Ronald! You owe me a new pair! I got these at a Muggle store!" she whined, but he rubbed her thigh soothingly.

"I'm so sorry! I'll buy you a new pair, I promise," he said, leaning in to kiss her, and she melted against him.

"Wrap your legs around me, bunny," he instructed, and the way he said it made her heart race. She complied, her thighs squeezing around his waist as he rubbed himself against her, sending waves of pleasure through her core.

"I'm desperate," she admitted breathlessly.

Ron chuckled against her ear, setting her down on the bed. "Bunny," he murmured before pushing her legs apart, hovering over her.

"You never have to apologize for being desperate for me," he said before lowering himself down, kissing a trail of heat along her body, his lips trailing down to her core.

"May I?" he asked, his fingers brushing against her soaked panties.

Indigo nodded vigorously, craving his touch. "Look at you, so wet for me, aren't you?" he teased, his voice deep and raspy.

As his fingers found her, spreading her lips gently, she gasped, feeling a rush of pleasure. He teased her, his fingers dancing just out of reach of what she really wanted.

Deciding enough was enough, Indigo took back control, her hand reaching for his length, teasing him in return. "Fuck me, Weasley," she demanded, her legs still wrapped tightly around him.

He nodded quickly, aligning himself with her entrance, slowly pushing inside. The stretch felt both painful and exquisite, and she whimpered at the sensation. "It's okay, love, take your time," he whispered, kissing her forehead gently.

Indigo nodded, closing her eyes to focus on the feeling of him filling her. As the pain subsided, she began to move against him, rocking her hips and feeling the pleasure build.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she leaned in closer, wanting more. Ron responded, thrusting gently, ensuring she was comfortable. She thought of a trick Ginny had told her: wrap her arms around his neck and squeeze her thighs around him, pushing upward.

Every thrust felt electric, and Ron's moans fuelled her desire. "Fuck, Ron, just like that," she gasped when he hit that sweet spot inside her.

With a grin, he quickened his pace, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. His thumb found her clit, rubbing in tight circles, and she could feel the pressure building within her.

"Please, Ron, can I cum?" she begged, desperate for release.

"Yes, love, cum for me," he urged, his voice low and seductive.

At his words, the tension in her body snapped, pleasure washing over her as she cried out his name. She felt him throb inside her, riding out her orgasm with her, both of them lost in the heat of the moment.

After a few moments, he collapsed beside her, both of them breathless. "That was..." Indigo began, turning to look at Ron, who wore the silliest grin.

"Fucken brilliant! Hey, do you sneeze after you cum? Because that's so adorable," he teased, leaning in to give her a soft kiss.

"Yes, I do! It's embarrassing. I found out one night when I... you know," she said, her face flushing as she looked away.

He pulled her chin gently, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I absolutely love it. It's something only you and I know about," he winked, making her heart flutter.

Indigo brushed his messy hair back, losing herself in his eyes. As he pulled her onto his chest, she felt a wave of sleepiness wash over her. She drifted off to sleep, safe and warm in his embrace, the comforting thought lingering in her mind: 'Yeah, only him and I.'