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lightofdaye) wrote2022-03-17 10:56 pm
lightofdaye) wrote2022-03-17 10:56 pm
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Fic: Working Under Her (Ron/Tonks)
Title:Working Under Her
Rating: NC-18
Characters & Pairing:Ron Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks
Word Count: Approx 1,500.
Content: PWP, Age difference - Older Woman/Younger Man, co-worker sex, vaginal sex, cowgirl sex, Ron has no self-confidence.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Ron always thought he'd be working with Harry when he was an Auror, instead his boss is Tonks and that's no bad thing at all.
A/n: Fic and Pairing # 6 for Rare Pair Challenge at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rarepair_shorts> After doing two older men/younger women fics I wanted to try and flip it around. As for the last fic, there's not supposed to be any cheating here. This is an Au where Tonks lived and there was never any remdora.
When Ron Weasley had become an Auror. He’d assumed he’d be working with his best friend, Harry Potter. That wasn’t how it turned out, he and Harry were both partnered, separately, with senior Aurors as mentors.
Ron didn’t mind so much, he’d ended up with Nymphadora Tonks as a boss. He had an idea she might have requested each other remembering when they’d fought each other during the escape from Privet Drive during the war, but he knew he was probably just flattering himself with that.
Working for Tonks wasn’t easy but it wasn’t exactly hardship either, the work was long, dull, boring and dull and Tonks made sure it was done properly but on the other hand that was because she was passionate about their work, she didn’t stand by formality or dress-codes and was rather easy on the eyes, Ron thought, very quietly in the privacy of his head.
Ron wanted to do well, which why he was found late into friday night in the office, pouring over witness statements, divination reports and casefiles, getting things ready for to hit the ground running on Monday.
“Weasley, you still here?” Tonks said coming over to his desk. “Give it up, you’re making me look like Ebenezer Scrooge.”
“Huh?” Ron said, mind still on warlocks. “What department does he work for?”
“No, It’s...” Tonks said, sighing. “I mean it looks like I’m overworking you. Have you had tea?”
“What? Of course, I did. I’m fine.” Ron said, over the loud rumbling of his stomach.
“Come on, we’re getting take away.” Tonk said. “My treat.”
“Yes, Boss!” Ron said enthusiastically.
-
They ended up at Tonks’ poky little flat, sitting on worn furniture with the coffee tables covered in paper wrapping, plastic boxes and emptied bottles of beer. (some butter, mostly not) Ron was both pleasantly full and a little buzzed. Ron thought Tonks was having a good time too, her hair had gone from a dark serious workplace do to her favourite bubble gum pink and they were good natured moaning about their work.
“Long hours.”
“Bad pay.”
“No social life.”
“Unreasonable bosses.”
“Seriously, I’ve not been laid for like two years,” Tonks said.
Ron flushed and coughed and spluttered over his drink.
“So, you neither, I guess?” Tonks said with a lopsided grin. She climbed laboriously to her feet and collapsed onto the sofa next to Ron. “It’s been ages since I had a hot guy sitting on my sofa for instance.”
It took Ron a moment to realise that by implication he was a hot guy. He went pink but leaned towards her nevertheless, as he got closer and closer he realised he was either about to get his arse kicked or have a very pleasant night indeed.
Tonks surged across the last couple of inches of distance to kiss him on the lips. She did so eagerly, covering his mouth hers and swallowing his gasp of surprise. She kept moving forward, her hands tangled up in his head and pulled his head back. Still locking lips with him, straddled him so she was sitting, legs spread to either side in his lap.
Ron clutched at her as she kissed her again her tongue dancing in his mouth. Her squirming and grinding on his lap was causing blood to rush into a suddenly raging erection, pressure built in his balls threatening an embarrassingly early release.
“Tonks, Tonks!” he gasped between kisses. “I- I’m..”
Tonks stopped immediately, lifting up slightly to look at him, dark eyes filled with concerned.
“I’m Sorry, Ron,” Tonks said, “Are you okay with this? I mean… I thought.”
“No, I want to! I really want to.” Ron said, his ears burning, “I’m just not… I haven’t… not very often...” His voice crawled down to an embarrassed silence.
Tonks just smiled at him.
“Don’t you worry about that,” Tonks said kindly. “You just me let lead and we’ll stumble along together just fine, okay?”
“Sure thing, you’re the boss, boss,” Ron said.
She kissed him again, slightly more gently. She kissed and sucked his lips. Her hands found his and guided them up under her t-shirt.
Ron’s hands found the cups of a sports bra and squeezed and fondled experimentally.
“Oh, we can do a little better than that.” Tonks said. And muttered a spellword that caused the bra to disappear and her jeans for good measure as well, leaving her in the pushed up t-shirt and knickers that were pressed against the front of Ron’s jeans. He was pretty much in control of himself in the sense he wasn’t going to jizz his pants at any second but the sight of Tonks’ tits in his face wasn’t helping and that score.
They were a nicely sized, firm handful each, capped with pale nipples that hardened as Ron cupped her breasts. He had a sudden implse and moved his head forward to kiss at her chest. Tonks laughed and one hand on the back of his head pulled him forward, so he kissed and licked and suck obeying the nudges of her hand to concentrate on first one breast then the other.
Tonks’ breathing was become deeper and less steady, she was putting more weight on him now, grinding herself on him a little more urgently. Ron took this as a sign he was doing well against all odds.
“Ron,” she said slowly, “I really want to fuck you now, okay?”
Ron swallowed hard, his mouth was to dry to talk, he just nodded repeatedly. Even after playing with and sucking her tits, it seemed unreal. Tonks rose up on to her knees, and working with her usual supreme confidence, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushed down his boxers and pulled his cock out. Her hands felt so good wrapped around his cock that Ron whimpered and pre-come bubbled out of the tip uncontrollably. He tensed, trying to control himself.
“Fuck that’s a nice cock,” Tonks said half to herself. Ron didn’t believe her but didn’t think she was lying either.
Then She attempted to guided his cock into her and lower self on to it at the same or at least Ron thought that was what was supposed to happen. Instead Tonk’s clumsiness asserted itself at the worst possible time and she slammed down onto him, luckily managing to sheathe him in her with out harm but crashing her hips down on his and sending them straight from zero to fully embedded. They both swore loudly their voices overlapping. Ron tensed, his brows furrowed, his eyes jammed tight shut as he tried desperately not to cum as Tonks’ cunt squeezed his entire length.
“Ron? Ron!” A voice said from a distance. And then was a soft kiss on his forehead. Ron opened his eyes and Tonks was smiling at him from a very close distance. “Breathe, sweetie. Don’t worry about it, just concentrate on breathing.
Ron breathed, in and out. In and out.
“Yes, Boss,” he said shakily. “I’m okay.”
He was, as well, until Tonks started moving, rocking and squirming in his lap. He let out a quick gasp before returning to his breathing. Tonks’ clumsiness meant she wasn’t quite as good as riding him as she might have though, but Ron’s hands ran over thighs and hips and squeezed at her arse by way of support and she settled into a quick rhythm. One arm reached over his shoulder, perhaps to brace on the back of the sofa or wall the other was on his shoulder.
“That’s it, that’s it, fuck that’s it,” Tonks said, presumably to him, though neither of them were paying much attention now. Ron’s orgasm was rushing towards him no mattered how well he breathed.
But then Tonks shifted her angle leaning back to take her hand off the sofa (or wall) and pressed it down between to rub at herself.
She gasped and her movements slowed and she practically collapsed against him, chest heaving in breathless pleasure. Ron even swore he felt a bit of wetness roll over his cock and that was enough to set him of his hips jerking up against Tonks’ now barely moving body and spilling into her with great spurts.
Tonks must have felt it because she gave him a lopsided grin as it happened.
“That was bloody good,” She said. “thanks.”
“Welcome,” Ron mumbled.
“Give me a bit to get my breathe back” Tonks said. “Then how about we get all our kit off and give this a proper go in the bedroom?”
“Yes, Boss!” Ron said enthusiastically.
-
They awoke late the next morning and had a brunch of breakfast food, leftover take aways, and lots of lots of coffee before parting ways. Ron felt awkward, but Tonks laughed and teased him a little and seemed perfectly happy.
On Monday they went to work and acted to all the world like nothing had changed between them, though they worked together perhaps even better than before. The only difference was the slightest pink tinge that came to Tonks lips whenever Ron called her ‘Boss’ but he thought he was the only one who noticed that and kept saying it.
Rating: NC-18
Characters & Pairing:Ron Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks
Word Count: Approx 1,500.
Content: PWP, Age difference - Older Woman/Younger Man, co-worker sex, vaginal sex, cowgirl sex, Ron has no self-confidence.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Ron always thought he'd be working with Harry when he was an Auror, instead his boss is Tonks and that's no bad thing at all.
A/n: Fic and Pairing # 6 for Rare Pair Challenge at
rarepair_shorts> After doing two older men/younger women fics I wanted to try and flip it around. As for the last fic, there's not supposed to be any cheating here. This is an Au where Tonks lived and there was never any remdora. When Ron Weasley had become an Auror. He’d assumed he’d be working with his best friend, Harry Potter. That wasn’t how it turned out, he and Harry were both partnered, separately, with senior Aurors as mentors.
Ron didn’t mind so much, he’d ended up with Nymphadora Tonks as a boss. He had an idea she might have requested each other remembering when they’d fought each other during the escape from Privet Drive during the war, but he knew he was probably just flattering himself with that.
Working for Tonks wasn’t easy but it wasn’t exactly hardship either, the work was long, dull, boring and dull and Tonks made sure it was done properly but on the other hand that was because she was passionate about their work, she didn’t stand by formality or dress-codes and was rather easy on the eyes, Ron thought, very quietly in the privacy of his head.
Ron wanted to do well, which why he was found late into friday night in the office, pouring over witness statements, divination reports and casefiles, getting things ready for to hit the ground running on Monday.
“Weasley, you still here?” Tonks said coming over to his desk. “Give it up, you’re making me look like Ebenezer Scrooge.”
“Huh?” Ron said, mind still on warlocks. “What department does he work for?”
“No, It’s...” Tonks said, sighing. “I mean it looks like I’m overworking you. Have you had tea?”
“What? Of course, I did. I’m fine.” Ron said, over the loud rumbling of his stomach.
“Come on, we’re getting take away.” Tonk said. “My treat.”
“Yes, Boss!” Ron said enthusiastically.
-
They ended up at Tonks’ poky little flat, sitting on worn furniture with the coffee tables covered in paper wrapping, plastic boxes and emptied bottles of beer. (some butter, mostly not) Ron was both pleasantly full and a little buzzed. Ron thought Tonks was having a good time too, her hair had gone from a dark serious workplace do to her favourite bubble gum pink and they were good natured moaning about their work.
“Long hours.”
“Bad pay.”
“No social life.”
“Unreasonable bosses.”
“Seriously, I’ve not been laid for like two years,” Tonks said.
Ron flushed and coughed and spluttered over his drink.
“So, you neither, I guess?” Tonks said with a lopsided grin. She climbed laboriously to her feet and collapsed onto the sofa next to Ron. “It’s been ages since I had a hot guy sitting on my sofa for instance.”
It took Ron a moment to realise that by implication he was a hot guy. He went pink but leaned towards her nevertheless, as he got closer and closer he realised he was either about to get his arse kicked or have a very pleasant night indeed.
Tonks surged across the last couple of inches of distance to kiss him on the lips. She did so eagerly, covering his mouth hers and swallowing his gasp of surprise. She kept moving forward, her hands tangled up in his head and pulled his head back. Still locking lips with him, straddled him so she was sitting, legs spread to either side in his lap.
Ron clutched at her as she kissed her again her tongue dancing in his mouth. Her squirming and grinding on his lap was causing blood to rush into a suddenly raging erection, pressure built in his balls threatening an embarrassingly early release.
“Tonks, Tonks!” he gasped between kisses. “I- I’m..”
Tonks stopped immediately, lifting up slightly to look at him, dark eyes filled with concerned.
“I’m Sorry, Ron,” Tonks said, “Are you okay with this? I mean… I thought.”
“No, I want to! I really want to.” Ron said, his ears burning, “I’m just not… I haven’t… not very often...” His voice crawled down to an embarrassed silence.
Tonks just smiled at him.
“Don’t you worry about that,” Tonks said kindly. “You just me let lead and we’ll stumble along together just fine, okay?”
“Sure thing, you’re the boss, boss,” Ron said.
She kissed him again, slightly more gently. She kissed and sucked his lips. Her hands found his and guided them up under her t-shirt.
Ron’s hands found the cups of a sports bra and squeezed and fondled experimentally.
“Oh, we can do a little better than that.” Tonks said. And muttered a spellword that caused the bra to disappear and her jeans for good measure as well, leaving her in the pushed up t-shirt and knickers that were pressed against the front of Ron’s jeans. He was pretty much in control of himself in the sense he wasn’t going to jizz his pants at any second but the sight of Tonks’ tits in his face wasn’t helping and that score.
They were a nicely sized, firm handful each, capped with pale nipples that hardened as Ron cupped her breasts. He had a sudden implse and moved his head forward to kiss at her chest. Tonks laughed and one hand on the back of his head pulled him forward, so he kissed and licked and suck obeying the nudges of her hand to concentrate on first one breast then the other.
Tonks’ breathing was become deeper and less steady, she was putting more weight on him now, grinding herself on him a little more urgently. Ron took this as a sign he was doing well against all odds.
“Ron,” she said slowly, “I really want to fuck you now, okay?”
Ron swallowed hard, his mouth was to dry to talk, he just nodded repeatedly. Even after playing with and sucking her tits, it seemed unreal. Tonks rose up on to her knees, and working with her usual supreme confidence, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushed down his boxers and pulled his cock out. Her hands felt so good wrapped around his cock that Ron whimpered and pre-come bubbled out of the tip uncontrollably. He tensed, trying to control himself.
“Fuck that’s a nice cock,” Tonks said half to herself. Ron didn’t believe her but didn’t think she was lying either.
Then She attempted to guided his cock into her and lower self on to it at the same or at least Ron thought that was what was supposed to happen. Instead Tonk’s clumsiness asserted itself at the worst possible time and she slammed down onto him, luckily managing to sheathe him in her with out harm but crashing her hips down on his and sending them straight from zero to fully embedded. They both swore loudly their voices overlapping. Ron tensed, his brows furrowed, his eyes jammed tight shut as he tried desperately not to cum as Tonks’ cunt squeezed his entire length.
“Ron? Ron!” A voice said from a distance. And then was a soft kiss on his forehead. Ron opened his eyes and Tonks was smiling at him from a very close distance. “Breathe, sweetie. Don’t worry about it, just concentrate on breathing.
Ron breathed, in and out. In and out.
“Yes, Boss,” he said shakily. “I’m okay.”
He was, as well, until Tonks started moving, rocking and squirming in his lap. He let out a quick gasp before returning to his breathing. Tonks’ clumsiness meant she wasn’t quite as good as riding him as she might have though, but Ron’s hands ran over thighs and hips and squeezed at her arse by way of support and she settled into a quick rhythm. One arm reached over his shoulder, perhaps to brace on the back of the sofa or wall the other was on his shoulder.
“That’s it, that’s it, fuck that’s it,” Tonks said, presumably to him, though neither of them were paying much attention now. Ron’s orgasm was rushing towards him no mattered how well he breathed.
But then Tonks shifted her angle leaning back to take her hand off the sofa (or wall) and pressed it down between to rub at herself.
She gasped and her movements slowed and she practically collapsed against him, chest heaving in breathless pleasure. Ron even swore he felt a bit of wetness roll over his cock and that was enough to set him of his hips jerking up against Tonks’ now barely moving body and spilling into her with great spurts.
Tonks must have felt it because she gave him a lopsided grin as it happened.
“That was bloody good,” She said. “thanks.”
“Welcome,” Ron mumbled.
“Give me a bit to get my breathe back” Tonks said. “Then how about we get all our kit off and give this a proper go in the bedroom?”
“Yes, Boss!” Ron said enthusiastically.
-
They awoke late the next morning and had a brunch of breakfast food, leftover take aways, and lots of lots of coffee before parting ways. Ron felt awkward, but Tonks laughed and teased him a little and seemed perfectly happy.
On Monday they went to work and acted to all the world like nothing had changed between them, though they worked together perhaps even better than before. The only difference was the slightest pink tinge that came to Tonks lips whenever Ron called her ‘Boss’ but he thought he was the only one who noticed that and kept saying it.