The Light Of Daye

Title: He's A Keeper
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Ron Weasley/Katie Bell
Word Count: ~1,200
Content: Quidditch Players Ron & Katie, for the Chudley Cannons, PWP, kissing, tit-sucking, mutual masturbation, vaginal sex, cowgirl position, Ron is insecure.
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 and Katie indulge in some team building.
A/n: I noted Ron had one less tag than Hermione in my tag list, so that seemed like a good enough excuse to give him an entry (and get in a couple of GYWO days) But then I wrote more Hermione before finishing this one. So he's still behind. Somehow he came out with insecurities I wasn't planning as well.

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Ron Weasley could have been many things, an Auror like Harry, a government official like Hermione or even help George with his joke shop, instead he'd decided to go with Quidditch.

It was a decision that he was happy with, no less happy that he became keeper for his favourite, and always under-performing, team the Chudley Cannons, it was fun, it was low pressure, and there were plenty of cool, fit, sportswomen in his circulation.

Like Katie Bell, Canons Chaser, there was a closeness and camaraderie between small team members that you didn't find among big star players that were all out for themselves.


Katie had come back to Ron's hotel room after the conference to hang out and for a drink. They talked and laughed, naturally moving closer together. Without really thinking about it, Ron wrapped his arm around Katie's shoulders.

She made a noise between a chuckle and a moan and Ron realised where his arm was. He thought about taking it away but Katie shifted in his grip, her hand rested on his chest. Her blue eyes twinkled as they met his. She licked her lips, Ron was captivated by the movement of her tongue.

"Are we about to get it on?" He said.

"Absolutely," Katie replied.


Ron leant in to kiss Katie; she was a petite woman so a little extra stooping was needed but was worth it as their lips met in a soft embrace. Katie leant in, practically in Ron's lap. She sucked Ron's bottom lip, brushing her teeth over it before kissing again.

The kisses deepened becoming more passionate. Ron buried his hands in her golden hair as his tongue darted into her mouth.

Katie moaned desperately. Her hands clutched at Ron's chest as one of his traced the line of spine downwards to the small of her back to hold her steady against him as they snogged.


Katie was panting by the time she broke off kissing Ron, with a laugh.

"Let's slip into something more comfortable," she said.

Ron cocked his head, they'd shed their quidditch robes at the end of practise and were already dressed pretty comfortably he thought. Katie only had a t-shirt and sweatpants on.

Reaching down she peeled her t-shirt up and over head, leaving entirely topless and Ron's eyes snapped open wide. Katie was a small woman, not overly buxom and apparently didn't bother with a bra when she was off-duty.

He stared as her chest rose and fell her breasts were small, mostly her erect pointy pale nipples but he didn't care.


Ron's head moved down towards Katie's chest but she pushed him away with a giggle.

"You've seen, so you've got to show as well," She said, wagging a finger at him.

"Oh right," Ron said, trying to ignore the burning sensation in his ears. He pulled off his top and then not daring to wait for a reaction, he pushed down his trousers and boxers in on go and kicked them away.

Katie blushed but her eyes dropped as her gaze went between his legs to his semi-hard cock.

His ears burned more intensely but from the look on her face she didn't have any complaints either.


As it turned out Katie's tits were small but sensitive. Ron had her naked and flat on her back on the hotel bed soon enough, kissing her all over her chest.

Her breasts were just the right size that he could envelop one with his mouth almost entirely. He tried different techniques, sucking on them, swirling his tongue over the nipple and even grazing it with his teeth.

Katie gasped and moaned and squeaked but her hand on the back of Ron's head kept him going.

One hand cupped and fondled and rubbed the nipple of her free breast while the other rested on her mound, waiting.


Ron waited until Katie was desperate and squirming before he moved his hand down to run over her slit. He shifted his position to kiss Katie and then pushed a finger slowly into her.

"Are you liking this?" He said lowly.

"Are you kidding?" said Katie, who was soaking his finger. Then, off his look, she continued. "I really am. Are you?"

"Oh yeah."

"Let's see," Katie said with a grin and her hand moved downwards to wrap around his cock and started to stroke. "Oh, you are!"

"Shall we…" Ron said. "How do want to do this?"

"Can… can I ride you?"

She must have felt his cock throb and jerk at that idea but Ron nodded eagerly anyway.


Katie urged Ron on to his back and straddled him. Ron moaned as she grabbed his cock again and pointed at her entrance. He whimpered as she rubbed it all over her pussy, her dripping wetness and the brushings of her against him seeming like a terrible tease.

Then she found the angle and pushed down, Ron tried not to notice her first push down took most of his length into her and then it only took another couple of strokes down to embed him to the hilt but from the way Katie's mouth dropped and eyes closed, she didn't seem concerned.


Ron tried to control his breathing and remain still with Katie perched on his cock, unmoving. His hands rested on her thighs, gently rubbing them.

"Fuck, you look gorgeous," he murmured.

"Yeah?" Katie said, opening her eyes and raising an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, yeah," replied Ron fervently.

Katie leant forward steady herself with one hand on Ron's chest while the other closed around his arm. Then she started to move, slowly at first rocking herself back and forth. Ron's cock still buried to the hilt inside of her.

They both moaned and gasped, the sounds mixing in the air.


Katie began to grow in confidence and her movements became faster and more energetic as she ground herself down more determinedly on Ron.

She started throwing in some up and down movements as well, pulling herself up Ron's cock and letting his hands pull her back down. The first time he did it a little harder than he meant and they both groaned at the impact but after that it went smoothly.

Ron's balls were tightening.

"I'm going to come," Ron said.

"Me too," Katie said not varying her pace.

"No, I mean soon," Ron said urgently.

"Me too," Katie repeated not varying her tone, but her hand reached down to toy with her clit and showed she'd taken Ron's meaning.


Ron drank in the sight as Katie's pace slowed, her hand working urgently between her legs, her stomach hollowed taking in great gasps of air as she shuddered and rode out her climax.

Or at least Ron hoped. His hands were still on her hips and as she'd gone first he thrust up desperately, half a dozen times before following, shooting come up inside her.

They both let of long moans of relief and collapsed in a heap of the bed. Ron shifted positions so they spoon up together sleepily.

Pulling up the covers over them Ron realised they might have to have a serious talk later but for now he held Katie and simply enjoyed the closeness of his something-more-than-a-teammate in his arms.