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Not a year goes by without a nice Krum x Ron piece, does it? Haven't we somehow already got used to it :D
I find it so funny that I feel like I'm carrying this ship completely alone in the NSFW community, but that's okay 😂
As usual this is an AU Story where Ron is still a huge Quidditch-Fan after Hogwarts. After the Quidditch World Cup, he is waiting for his big idol. In the story, Ron is 18 years old, Krum is 21 and at the peak of his success.
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It took Ron a long time to prepare for the World Cup final: Bulgaria vs. England! Night after night, he secretly stole Harry's invisibility cloak, snuck into the Forbidden Library and spent hours researching until he found the right spell, which he has now perfected: the lust spell. Audere Animus.
And so he stands innocently at the Fan Carpet, where he has to push his way through a crowd of young girls to get a place at the barrier, which earns him disgruntled grumbling. But that doesn't matter to him. Even from the third row, the tall Ginger has no difficulty in catching the eye of the Bulgarian top Quidditch player. Like an emperor, Viktor Krum steps majestically through the big gate into the open, surrounded by a crowd of reporters.
"’Make way, I'm not giving any more interviews. I'm just here to thank my fans."’
With these words, he leaves the crowd of wizards with feathers and papers behind and approaches the large pack of screaming fans. After a while, he reaches Ron's position, and the redhead notices the pressure of the crowd behind him intensifying. When a girl in front of Ron lets out a euphoric squeal of joy, she draws Viktor's attention first, but his gaze quickly moves up to meet that of the tall freckled boy. For a moment Viktor looks at him sceptically and Ron notices how his ears turn bright red. Then the quiet Bulgarian grins:
"That's unusual. Normally I only meet girls here.’
Ron scratches his head in embarrassment. "I... I'm a big fan and I wanted to...’ But Krum is already moving on to signing the small, moving autograph cards, on which his magical image swats a Bludger.
"The lads go to the pub with their friends after the game. The Fan Carpet is for my female fans. But thanks for being here,’ says the muscular Bulgarian, without even looking at Ron. But that doesn't faze Ron.
"Hey!’ he leans over the heads of the smaller girls to grab Viktor's arm, who is almost standing too far away. With an angry look on his face, he glances up. But Ron just grins crookedly with a twinkle in his eye: "I just wanted an autograph for my sister.
"And what's her name?’ the Bulgarian hisses, annoyed.
"Her name is...’ Ron sheathes his wand in its sleeve and makes a short, precise movement. "Audere Animus.’
And as if struck by lightning, Viktor's disgruntled expression disappears and gives way to a warm, almost hypnotic smile.
"Oh. What... what a beautiful boy. Eh- name! Do you want to... Do you want to come to the changing room with me? I've got something for you. You... you could take my broomstick as a present for her.’
"Your broomstick...?’, Ron grins, amused, and the girls around him start to whisper with confusion. "Don't you need that for your game?’
"I'll… Just come with me.’ All at once Krum leans over the barrier and grabs Ron, lifting him over it with a swing. Ron is tall compared to those girls, but only now does he realise how much taller and stronger Krum is. "Come on, follow me,’ the dark-haired sportsman orders, as he drags Ron through the large gate and past the reporters, who greedily fire their flashes to get a photo.
"This way,’ the Bulgarian commands. Viktor quickly pulls Ron along narrow passageways. He can't believe this is happening right now. He is backstage at the World Cup with Viktor Krum, the hottest Quidditch player of all time. They are heading for a heavy wooden door that says "Dressing Room’, but just as they are about to turn the handle, it swings open and one of Krum's teammates, Dimitrov, stands before them.
"Krum? I thought you were doing your girl round on the fan carpet to... Who is this?’
Viktor seems confused and his gaze wanders past his tall, broad teammate into the otherwise empty locker room. Ron knows the effect of his charm – the fact that Krum can't think of anything other than throwing him to the ground and tearing his clothes off. That's why it comes spurting out of him:
"I run a small amateur magazine. Self-published, and I'd like to ask Krum a few fan questions.’
"Get lost, Dimitrov,’ Krum growls, dragging Ron behind him into the warm changing room.
"But I...’ His teammate doesn't get a chance to finish, as the heavy door slams shut. Krum throws the heavy bolt over the lock, securing the door.
"I... I have to...’ he says, looking at Ron hungrily from top to bottom. Before he knows it, the Bulgarian's cold, strong hands are everywhere: under Ron's shirt, on his chest, in his trousers, on his ass.
"Easy, big guy. Easy.’ But Viktor doesn't seem to hear him. He forces Ron's wine-red knitted sweater up and begins to greedily suck on his nipple.
"I'm going to give it to you. I need to get inside you. I... fuck!’ the Quidditch champ mutters as he pulls Ron's trousers off and massages his biggest fan's naked ass, stretching the small, soft cheeks apart again and again causing Ron to feel a cold breeze at his tight hole. This almost drives him crazy.
"Hey... Hey!’ He grabs Krum's big face to meet his eyes. "I'm yours.’ He whispers, and presses his lips to Krum's hungry mouth, which opens as if to swallow him whole. Before Ron knows it, he is lying on the floor, while Krum positions himself behind him and frantically fumbles with the drawstring of his tight Quidditch pants, his fingers shaking with lust and urgency. He yanks them down, freeing his massive, throbbing erection which springs out and slaps against his muscular abs with a heavy thud.
"Fuck man, that’s big," Ron gasps, eyeing the Bulgarian's impressive manhood over his freckled shoulder. "I don't know if I can take that thing!" Ron exclaims nervously. But the Bulgarian seeker seems not to hear him, lost in a trance of all-consuming desire from the powerful lust charm. "Hey!”
Krum roughly grabs hold of Ron's hips, his rugged palms leaving angry red marks on the smooth freckled skin. With a single-minded determination, he lines up his intimidating member and presses it against Ron's tight entrance.
Ron gasps. He had prepared himself at home before coming, using his fingers and toys, working himself open in anticipation. But nothing could have readied him for the sheer girth and length of the Bulgarian Seeker's huge member.
"Wait, wait!" Ron cries out, realizing Krum is too far gone in his magically-induced lust to show any restraint or patience. The Quidditch champion keeps relentlessly pressing forward, trying to force his thick shaft inside Ron's resisting entrance with single-minded determination.
Thinking quickly, Ron fumbles for his wand and manages to grab it. He points it back over his shoulder and mutters "Lubrico!" casting a powerful lubrication charm just in time. Krum's massive, glistening member suddenly glides forcefully into Ron's tight opening, spreading him wider than he's ever been before. The sudden, deep penetration makes Ron's eyes roll back as he cries out in a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure. The thick Bulgarian shaft plunges impossibly deep, filling him completely, stretching his most intimate places to their limit.
"Aaahh! Fuck! So big!" Ron gasps and desperately claws at the hard floor of the locker room, trying to steady himself against the intense feeling. The forceful invasion is overwhelming, but he can't help but revel in it as he finally loses his virginity to his idol.
Viktor gives him no time to adjust. Gripping the redhead's hips in a bruising hold, he begins to thrust with animalistic urgency, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt. He sets a punishing pace, fucking into Ron's pliant body with single-minded purpose, driven mad with magically-induced lust and the primal need to conquer and breed.
"Yes! Take it, you little slut!" Krum grunts, punctuating each word with a brutal snap of his hips, pounding into Ron without mercy. "You wanted this big Champion cock, you're going to take it all!"
Ron can barely think, his mind clouded by the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled and stretched beyond belief. His own dick bobs uselessly between his legs, leaking and throbbing in time to each brutal thrust. He feels as if Krum is reaching deeper into him than should be possible.
In the heat of their wild coupling, Viktor's thrusts abruptly halt. The look in his dark eyes, once feral with desire, begins to clear, replaced by a dawning awareness and bewilderment. "What... what am I doing?" Krum grunts, frozen while buried deep inside.
He blinks down at the redhead beneath him as Ron's panting voice breaks through his confusion. "Viktor... what’s wrong?"
In that moment, Krum truly sees who's under him for the first time. "You... you're not a girl! You're a boy!"
Fuck! The lust spell must have worn off.
Panic flashes across the Bulgarian's chiseled features. He moves to pull out, to flee, but Ron is too close to let his prize slip away. Reaching back, he grabs Viktor's firm ass cheeks, holding him in place. At the same time, he clenches his muscles tight around the thick shaft impaling him, milking it skillfully.
"So what?" His unseen grin permeates his speech. "I'm new to this game, too" he interjects, lowering his voice. "You’re my first, or can’t you feel how tight I am?" He doesn't pause for Viktor's response before adding urgently, "And let’s be real here," Ron adds, his voice rough and insistent. "You're already halfway there… balls deep inside me." A pause hangs heavy in the air before he continues with a daring edge. "Why not, huh? Why not fill me up with your cum?" His words are a raw invitation, dripping with desire and challenge, causing Viktor to moan slightly and Ron can feel the thick cock twitching inside him. But there’s a war raging behind the Bulgarian’s eyes between his natural urges and the fading magic.
Ron knows he has to act fast. Still keeping one hand firmly on Krum's ass, he uses the other to grab his wand from where it rolled. He points it over his shoulder, directly at the Quidditch star's face.
"You need some… mental help?”
Viktor pushes his cock almost imperceptibly deeper into Ron's sweet, tight ass and moans almost silently: "Please. Please don't make me think about this anymore.’ Ron smirks contentedly to himself.
"Audere Animus!" Ron whispers the lust charm for a second time.
Instantly, the doubt and panic melt from Viktor's expression, replaced once more by pure, unchecked desire. His dark eyes glaze over with renewed lust, any hesitation erased. With a feral growl, he tightens his grip on Ron's hips and resumes his brutal pace, slamming into Ron's tender hole even harder than before, determined to conquer and claim every inch of him.
"Yes, yes!" Ron moans wantonly, the locker room echoing with the obscene slap of flesh on flesh. "Fuck man, use me! Take me as a reward for winning the World Cup, will you? You deserve it!”
Viktor grunts and growls like an animal as he relentlessly pounds into Ron's tight hole. His muscular hips snap forward again and again, driving his massive cock deep into the welcoming heat. Ron can only moan and take it, his body jolting with each powerful thrust.
"Fuck! Yes! Breed me, you big stud! Give me that champion seed!" Ron cries out shamelessly between ragged breaths. The locker room air is thick with the musky scent of sweat and sex.
Viktor's pace turns erratic and desperate, chasing his release. His balls draw up tight and with a few final, bruising thrusts, he sinks in to the hilt. Ron feels the thick shaft pulse inside him as Krum lets out a guttural roar. Ropes of hot, potent cum flood Ron's insides, painting his walls white. The Bulgarian Seeker's orgasm seems to go on forever, pumping load after load deep into his biggest fan as if determined to impregnate him.
Just then, a pounding on the locker room door breaks through the haze of their lust. "Oi, Krum!" It's one of his teammates, Levski. "You still breaking in that bird in there? Hurry it up, mate! The lads are waiting to celebrate our big win!"
"Yeah, save some of that famous stamina for the after party!" Another one, Vulchanov, chimes in with a hearty laugh. "Unless she's sucked you dry already!" The team breaks into raucous laughter on the other side of the door.
But Viktor doesn't seem to register their words, still lost in the throes of magically-induced ecstasy. He continues to lazily rock his hips, stirring his creamy load inside Ron as the final spurts of cum dribble out. Ron revels in the warm, full feeling, clenching around the softening member still buried deep inside him.
"You nutted so much in me... Merlin, it's leaking out," Ron pants, reaching back to feel where they're intimately joined. His fingers come away sticky with Viktor's thick seed. "Bet you knocked me up good with that massive load."
Viktor only grunts in response, his eyes still glazed and unfocused, completely fucked stupid. He makes no move to pull out or acknowledge his teammates. It's as if Ron's tight ass is the only thing that exists in his world right now.
The pounding on the door intensifies. "Viktor, you wanker, quit giving that bird your 'golden snitch' and get out here! The press is waiting!"
Ron grins to himself, fully aware that the famous Seeker is in no state to face the media or crowds.
With a flick of his wand and a whispered "Finite", Ron ends the powerful lust charm. The fog of magically-induced desire clears from Viktor's dark eyes, replaced by a momentary look of confusion as he blinks down at the redhead beneath him. But instead of panic or disgust, a slow, satisfied smile spreads across the Bulgarian Seeker's handsome face. He makes no move to pull out, seemingly content to stay buried deep inside Ron's well-used hole, his dick still plugging in his thick load.
"That was intense, man.’
"Mhm.’ The redhead grins to himself.
"Thanks. That was... damn sneaky. But also a hell of a fuck, lad. Maybe I should invite more guys to the Fan Carpet.’ the Bulgarian laughs, but all Ron does is clear his throat. "Don't worry, little one,’ laughs the strong Bulgarian, once again thrusting his thick dick into Ron's ass. "When I'm in England, you're the only one I'll be filling up, okay?’
"Okay!’ Ron grins brightly, nestling in Viktor's strong arms down here on the locker room floor for champions.
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Alec
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