Harry Potter and The Guzzler [One-Shot]

Synopsis: Molly Weasley has a dirty secret. For years, she hid it well, but with the arrival of Harry, that dirty secret is creeping out. 

Harry Potter X Molly Weasley.

Tags: MILF, Slut, Breeding, Dominating female in the first half, Blowjob.

Note: Just a random One-Shot that Mr.Squirtle wrote in her free time.

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Molly Weasley had a big secret. A secret that nobody knew, not even her husband, Arthur. She had an addiction, a very odd one.

After her marriage, she thought she had managed to control herself. She never once thought about it or her infamous past, where, back at Hogwarts, she had earned a notorious name among the boys: The Guzzler. 

She loved the way their thick, white cream slid down her throat; the sensation, the taste, the sweaty effort she had to put in just to get it.

Why else would she have so many in her brood? She loved all of it.

However, that control began to crack the moment The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, stepped into her home. The moment her gaze landed on him, her restraints splintered, and that old, lingering thirst surged through her mind.

Molly didn’t know what had come over her. After seeing him all sweaty from what the boys called “training their magic,” that shirt clinging to his abs, her wild imagination dragged her back to her school days.

She never dared to act on it, but the sheer thought was just too mouthwatering. That virile young man, the way he might grunt and grit his teeth as she suckled him dry… the way he might beg for more. It was so hard to suppress her yearning for something fresh.

After marrying Arthur, it had taken time to adjust to “normal” bed activities. Her docile husband never noticed her behavior or knew about this side of her. All he knew was how willing she was every time he asked.

Harry moved through the house with Ron, oblivious to her lingering gaze. With the chaos of their household, no one ever noticed the way her eyes followed him.

What would he taste like?

She thought about it every single day, thousands of times, and scolded herself each time. I’m married. I have a lovely husband and children. No, I can’t even think about that!

Despite only speaking to the young man once or twice during his stay, she couldn't get him out of her head.

Harry had no idea Molly watched him like a hawk, admiring him from afar. Sometimes, late at night, she would check on him, though she never entered the room. He also didn’t know that Molly had stolen the shirt he wore when arriving. She kept it for herself, smelling his scent, hiding it from Arthur, and later, she placed it back in Harry’s trunk before he left.

Now, the boy had grown up, truly a handsome, bold young man.

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“Poor boy,” Arthur muttered, shaking his head as he sat at the dinner table. “The Ministry’s gone mad. Hopefully, it all goes well tomorrow.”

They were at 12 Grimmauld Place now. Sirius Black had allowed them to stay and use the house as a base for the Order of the Phoenix.

Drying her hands on her apron, Molly removed it and set it aside. “Yes, yes… very dreadful.”

She glanced around. Everyone had left. It was just her, Arthur, Sirius, and Remus. The children had been sent to their rooms. It had been a long day for everyone.

“A Dementor--for heaven’s sake!” Arthur huffed. “The Ministry has no control over them.”

“Well, Dumbledore said he’s handling the case,” Remus replied, tapping his fingers on the table. “We just have to wait and see. I hope Harry’s all right.”

Molly swallowed hard. Oh, right. He’s here.

Fixing her hair, she looked away, pretending to check something. Her control had been slipping lately. “We… We should head to bed, dear. It’s late.”

“Right. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.” Arthur stood, nodding to the other two men. “Good night, gentlemen. Let’s go, Molly--unless you have something else to do?”

“Nothing, dear. I’m finished with my work. Good night, Sirius. Good night, Remus.”

“Good night, Molly,” they replied.

Molly and Arthur left the kitchen, heading toward their room.

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Tonight, Molly was going to do it.

Her guess was that, after tasting him just once, the hunger would finally be satiated, allowing her to put the matter to rest.

She knew Harry was sleeping in a separate room, far enough from the others that she could slip in unnoticed. It was 12 Grimmauld Place, after all. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, anticipation curling deep within her belly. Tonight, Molly Weasley was going to taste The Boy Who Lived.

Later that night, she waited patiently, listening to Arthur’s steady breathing as he drifted into sleep. He was a deep sleeper; he wouldn’t stir or notice her absence.

Carefully, she slid out of bed, her bare feet brushing the cool floorboards. Reaching beneath her pillow, she retrieved her wand and clutched it tightly. Every sound seemed amplified in the stillness of the night; the faint creak of the mattress, the soft rustle of her nightgown.

Stealing one last glance at Arthur, she ensured he was sound asleep before quietly approaching the door.

With a faint click, she unlocked it and slipped out into the dim hallway, closing the door softly behind her.

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Harry tossed and turned, unable to fall into a restful sleep. The lingering effects of the Dementor’s attack still clung to him: the bone-deep chill, the suffocating dread, and the echo of distant screams that haunted his mind.

His dreams were a chaotic jumble, fragments of memory entwined with the confusing stirrings of adulthood. His pulse thrummed with restless energy, a dull ache settling low in his abdomen. The telltale stiffness in his pajama pants was an all-too-common occurrence, but tonight, he had no desire to relieve it. His thoughts were too heavy, weighed down by the looming trial waiting for him tomorrow.

Should I have let the Dementor kill us instead of using magic? The question circled in his mind. How did it even get there in the first place?

Lost in thought, he nearly jumped when the door creaked open.

Sitting up quickly, he fumbled for his glasses, blinking as the blurred figure came into focus. His breath hitched when he recognized Molly Weasley stepping inside and quietly locking the door behind her.

“M-Mrs. Weasley?” His voice wavered with confusion.

“Ah, you’re still awake,” she murmured, her smile warm yet unreadable. “Can’t sleep, dear?”

“Y-Yeah… Too many thoughts about tomorrow’s trial,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I understand…” Her gaze lingered on him a moment longer than necessary.

Harry’s pulse quickened as he took in her appearance. Her nightdress clung to her figure, the fabric just sheer enough to hint at the generous curves beneath. The neckline dipped lower than usual, revealing the soft swell of her breasts, round and full, the size of ripe melons. His cheeks burned at the comparison, and he was grateful for the dim lighting that concealed his blush.

“Did you… need something?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Molly said nothing. Instead, she lifted her wand and gave it a flick, casting a charm that silenced the room from the outside. Setting the wand aside on the nearby table, she turned to face him once more.

Harry shifted awkwardly beneath her gaze, heat rising to his face as her eyes drifted downward, lingering on the visible bulge beneath the thin fabric of his pajama pants.

She smiled.

“Oh, I thought I might help you out…” Her voice was soft, laced with a sweetness that sent a shiver down his spine.

Approaching the bed, she sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. Her fingers, warm and gentle, began to knead the tension from his muscles.

“Look at you—all tense and wound up,” she cooed, her thumb pressing slow, deliberate circles into his shoulder. “That awful Ministry never gives you a moment’s peace, does it? Always piling more stress onto your young shoulders…”

Her hand slid downward, fingers grazing his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt before continuing lower. Harry stiffened as her palm settled over the firm outline of his arousal.

“W-What are you--”

“Oh, you poor boy,” she whispered, her smile soft and knowing as her fingers traced the ridge of his hardness through the fabric. “Let me help you relax, hmm?”

Harry’s breath came faster, heat pooling in his abdomen as her touch sent sparks of flames coursing through him. Her fingers moved with slow, teasing strokes, gentle enough to leave him aching for more.

“M-Mrs. Weasley--”

“Shhh…” Her hand returned to his shoulder, gently guiding him to lie back against the pillows. Leaning over him, she whispered close to his ear, her breath warm against his skin. “Just lie back… Let me take care of you, love.”

Harry’s pulse pounded in his ears as Molly gazed down at him, her smile tender yet laced with something deeper, something more primal.

Tonight, she would finally taste the forbidden fruit she had craved for so long.

Her hand returned to the bulge in his pants, fingers tracing the outline with slow, deliberate strokes. She didn’t rush; No, that would only startle him. Instead, she massaged him with gentle pressure, teasing him through the fabric until she felt his swollen flesh twitch beneath her palm.

Harry let out a shaky groan. “M-Mrs. Weasley…!”

“Shh…” Molly chuckled softly, her breath warm against his cheek. “Call me Molly. Don’t think about anything else. Just focus on me... I’ll make you feel better, alright?”

“I—I…” His words broke off into another groan as her fingers slightly applied more pressure.

“Shh… I know, dear. Just relax.”

She kept her hand moving in slow, steady circles until she felt the tension ease from his body. Only then did her fingers slide down to the waistband of his pajama pants. Hooking her fingers into the fabric, she tugged them down carefully and slowly, freeing his erection to brush against her fingers.

Molly inhaled sharply at the sight of him; thick, flushed, and fully hard, standing proudly against his stomach. A low hum escaped her thin lips before she even realized it.

“Oh… such a good boy,” she whispered, gaze laced with hunger.

Without hesitation, she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his swollen head, tasting the faint hint of precum already gathered there. Her tongue flicked out to swirl around the head before trailing slowly down the underside of his shaft. Harry gasped, his fingers clutching the sheets as her warm mouth enveloped him inch by inch, her tongue sliding against his length as she began to suckle him gently.

“M-Molly—ahh…!” His back arched as the wet heat of her mouth surrounded him, the sensation, unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

Molly hummed around him, the vibrations sending a delicious pulse of pleasure straight through his core. She pulled back slowly, her lips sliding along his shaft with a soft pop as she released him just enough to murmur, “Mmm… Poor thing… So tense… Let me take care of you…”

Her hands rested on his thighs, holding him steady as she took him into her mouth again, this time bobbing her head with a steady rhythm. Her tongue swirled and pressed against the sensitive underside, tracing every vein as she sucked him deeper. Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, making soft, wet noises that echoed in the room.

But the sound of her breath was louder than those popping lips and wet slides. She inhaled every scent of his loins as if relishing in his youthness, worshiping every aspect of him.

Harry’s breath hitched, his hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure ran through his body. His hands found their way to her red hair, fingers tangling in the soft curls as he held on for dear life.

“M-Molly…! I-ah—” His words dissolved into a low moan as she quickened her pace, sucking harder with each descent, cheeks hollowing as she worked him toward the edge.

Spit began to drip down his shaft, glistening in the dim light as Molly grew more eager, her head bobbing faster as she chased the taste she’d been craving for so long. Her right hand slid from his thigh to cradle his balls, rolling them gently in her palm while her mouth continued to suckle his throbbing length.

“Uhn… Goo-ah… Molly-” Harry’s hips bucked upward instinctively, pushing his cock deeper into her throat.

Her fingers curled slightly, applying gentle pressure as she massaged him, coaxing him closer and closer to release.

Molly moaned around him, her throat vibrating against his cock as she took him as deep as she could, her lips brushing against his base with each thrust. Her tongue flattened against the underside, feeling every pulse and twitch as his batter gathered in his loins.

Harry’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body tightening beneath her as pleasure built to an unbearable peak. His fingers clenched in her hair as his hips jerked forward, and with a strangled moan, he came.

Hot spurts of cum spurted into her mouth as she swallowed eagerly, taking everything he had to offer with an animalistic hunger.

“Ghk–M-Molly…!”

His head fell back against the pillows, chest heaving as waves of pleasure rolled through him.

Molly kept her lips wrapped around him, milking every last drop before slowly pulling away, letting the final trickle of cum slide from her lips onto his still-hard shaft. She shivered at the taste, savoring the thick, salty essence that coated her tongue. This was what she wanted, the taste, the sticky feeling coating her throat, it was everything she had expected, everything and more.

Licking her lips, she gazed up at him with a sultry smile. “Mmm… Feeling relaxed now, love?”

Molly straightened up, her chest rising and falling as she gulped down the last traces of his cum in her mouth. A warm trickle of his batter slid down the corner of her lips, and instead of wiping it away, she let it linger, her tongue darting out to taste him one last time before she met Harry’s dazed, half-lidded gaze.

“Such a big release for such a young man…” she murmured, her voice dripping with sultry amusement.

But Harry just lay there, completely spent, his body slack against the bed, eyes wide with shock and lingering pleasure.

That won’t do.

Molly's hand drifted between her thighs, her fingers brushing against the soaked fabric of her underwear, feeling the undeniable proof of her arousal. She was drenched; aching. The intensity of her need was almost alarming, and she knew she wouldn’t last without more.

She sighed, reaching for her wand.

Harry barely reacted, still dazed, his breaths coming in shallow gasps.

“Not today…” she whispered to herself, too lost in the heat of her desire to consider anything but her own hunger.

With a flick of her wand, she muttered an incantation; the Chivalrous Charm, a spell designed to restore energy by drawing from the ambient magic in the house. A soft yellow glow surrounded the tip of her wand before a thin, electrified strand of magic shot toward Harry.

The moment it struck, his body jerked, his muscles tensing, and a choked gasp left his lips. He trembled as the magic surged through him, reigniting his nerves, chasing away the exhaustion, and replacing it with renewed vigor.

Molly smirked as she watched the transformation; his chest rising sharply, his fingers clenching into the sheets, his soft, spent cock twitching before hardening once more, standing thick and proud.

Tossing her wand aside, where it landed perfectly on the bedside table, she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips and letting his iron-hard cock press flat between her salivating petals, pressing her body flush against him.

Harry’s breath caught, his face flushing crimson as he felt the heat of her core through the thin layers of her gown.

Molly leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as her hands dove under his shirt. She whispered, “I’ve been starving for this, Harry. And now you’re going to give it to me.”

Harry gulped, his hands hesitating at her waist. “M-Mrs. Weasley--”

“Molly,” she corrected smoothly.

His throat bobbed. “Molly… I-I mean, this is-” He stammered, his thoughts clearly tangled in confusion and arousal. “You’re married… what about Mr. Weasley?”

Molly let out a breathy chuckle, her tone turning softer, more coaxing. “Arthur is a good man, but he… well, he hasn’t had the energy for this sort of thing in years.”

Her fingers traced lazy circles on Harry’s bare chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch.

“But you…” Her hand drifted lower, wrapping around his thick shaft once more, giving it a slow, teasing stroke.

“You have plenty of energy. And I need someone who can take care of me…”

Harry shuddered, his breath stalling as she continued to stroke him, her grip firm yet slow, drawing him back into that intoxicating sensation.

Molly leaned in, pulling his shirt up and off his body, lips brushing against the shell of his ear as she whispered, “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me… just fuck me, Harry. Please.”

A flicker of something dark, something raw, flashed through his emerald eyes. He was no naive boy from the past. He was a man who’d faced death. 

“I-I… Uh, are you sure?” He asked. 

“Oh dear, I’ve been sure for years.” 

His trembling fingers tensed over her waist, but slowly, they curled into her soft flesh, gripping her warm body with a silent but craving need…

In a swift movement, he pushed her back, pulled her off the bed, and smashed her against a wall close to the bed. He flipped her over so she was pressed against it, his chest against her back. His hands roamed down her smooth back, gripping her hips firmly as he pressed his aching length against the soft curve of her ass.

Molly let out a shuddering breath, relishing the heat of him. This was more than what she’d desired. She wanted him to be dominant, and as if a blessing of magic, he’d taken control just when she needed it.

“Lift your skirt,” he murmured, his voice rough with newfound confidence. “Take off your panties.”

A thrill of anticipation shot through Molly as she obeyed, tugging her soaked underwear down her thighs and gathering the fabric of her nightgown into her hands, exposing herself ass fully to him.

Harry’s breath hitched. He ran his hands down the curve of her waist, sliding them over her ass before gripping her hips, positioning himself at her entrance. The thick head of his cock nudged against her slick folds, teasing her. He covered his flushed cock head with her juices, sliding up and down her needy slit.

Then, with one smooth thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.

“Ah!” Molly gasped, her fingers tightening against the wall as a shiver ran down her spine. He filled her so completely, stretching her walls in a way she hadn’t felt in years. So full, so big, spearing into her and grazing her in all the right places.

“I-Is this okay?” Harry asked, his voice strained, pleasure thick in his tone. He almost couldn’t believe he was doing this, but it just felt too good. The massaging walls, the tight grip around his cock, it felt overwhelming.

Molly exhaled a trembling moan, tilting her head back against his shoulder. She purred, her voice breathless. “More than okay, love… You feel incredible.”

Encouraged by her words, Harry began to move, slow at first, each deep thrust sending jolts of pleasure through her. But the teasing pace wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

“Faster, dear,” she murmured, rolling her hips back against him. “Don’t hold back…”

Sighing in relief, Harry began to move at his true speed. He pulled out slowly, aligning himself perfectly before he slammed back into her with intensity. He gripped her ass tighter as he began to thrust with more urgency, more need.

Each thrust drove deeper, his thick length stretching her walls until his tip pushed firmly against her cervix. Their juicy arousal had pooled deep inside her, warm and slick, only to be forced out by a punishing thrust that sent it dribbling from between her swollen petals, soaking both their legs in a messy sheen of heat and desire.

She had parted her lips to moan, but Harry had caught her mouth in a rough, possessive kiss, swallowing her cry as her breath hitched with surprise. She felt utterly insane with pleasure, heaving to raise herself on her toes to match his greedy plunges.

Despite her plumpness, she felt Harry’s desire so deep, so clear, and so rough. It scared her. What if she became addicted to him?

His tongue teased against hers, fleeting and possessive, before he pulled back abruptly, leaving her lips tingling and unsatisfied. Without pause, he hooked a finger into her mouth, tugging her head back slightly as if claiming control while his relentless rhythm sent tremors through her trembling body.

The heat steadily rising in both their loins, Harry’s pace shifted faster, rougher, as if he had grown impatient. In one swift motion, he stripped her nightgown up and off her body, the silk caressing against her skin as it fell away.

Molly gasped, momentarily losing her grip on the wall, but before she could steady herself, Harry unclasped her bra with ease, the fabric joining the discarded nightgown on the floor. Letting her maternal bosom jolt free with every move they made.

Harry grew ravenous, wanting more and more of that lingering feeling of blissful release. But this time, he wanted something better, that primal need in him growing greedy. He wanted to explore that cave of wonders deeper, so deep, until she cried out his name.

Molly felt a bit reluctant as she felt his cock leave her soaked sheath, but then she felt his hands gripping her shoulders.

Without pause, he turned her by the shoulders and guided her back to the bed. The mattress dipped beneath her as he laid her flat on her back, his body settling atop hers with his rigid length once again buried deep within her slick heat. He started to move in a slow, punishing rhythm, letting her feel the stretch of his girthy cock, inch by agonizing inch.

“Umh….” Molly reached up weakly, fingers brushing against his neck, but he caught her wrist, pinning it beside her head as his mouth descended to her chest.

This was it. The peak of her fantasy. Being bred by such a youthful man in the most primitive position. 

His lips found her hard nipples, tongue circling the sensitive bud before pulling it into the warmth of his mouth. His other hand claimed her remaining breast, kneading it with firm, possessive squeezes that sent ripples of pleasure through her trembling frame. The rough pad of his thumb grazed her nipple, teasing it until it ached for more. Between hungry sucks, his tongue flicked and swirled, tasting a shocking faint sweetness.

His hips started to move faster, deeper, harder. Each slam was accompanied by the pinching suckles of his mouth.

“Ahhh!” Molly cried out, her back arching off the mattress as pleasure shot through her like a bolt of lightning. The sound ripped from her throat so loudly she swore they could have heard her in Azkaban if not for the Charm she had placed on the room.

The combined sensations sent her careening over the edge, a tidal wave of pent-up pleasure crashing through her core.

“Mmmph! Ahh-ahh! Ha-harry-!” Her breath hitched sharply as her release surged forth in a hot, clear rush, soaking his thrusting length. Her walls clenched down hard, spasming around him with a vice-like grip that turned each thrust into a struggle.

“Fuck–so tight…” Harry groaned, the added friction driving him closer to the brink.

Molly’s arms fell limp at her sides, her body trembling with aftershocks as he kept moving inside her, slick and fevered. Wet, squelching sounds filled the air, mingling with the ragged pants of their breaths.

Finally, his thrusts grew erratic, losing rhythm as his breath came hot and uneven against her skin. “Mrs. Wea-Molly… ahhh… I’m about to--”

“It’s-mhm… alright, dear… do it… Mmph!… inside. I want it all in me!” Her fingers curled into the sheets, her voice trembling with anticipation.

There was no mighty roar, no earth-shattering climax, just a deep, guttural groan torn from Harry’s throat as he buried himself to the hilt. Those clamping walls did their magic and milked him nice and good.

“Ahh-Molly…!” His body tensed above her as thick pulses of heat surged deep inside, each spurt filling her inch by inch until the pressure made her gasp. His tip pressed snugly against her cervix as if determined to spill past the final barrier.

In response, Molly wrapped her fleshy legs around his back, pulling her breeding bull in. This was it, her deepest fantasy fulfilled.

“Y-yes… all of it…” she whispered shakily, her legs trembling around him as the warmth spread through her core, quelling the hunger that had burned within her.

As the last tremors faded, Harry collapsed against her, breathless and spent. His cheek came to rest against her saliva-slicked breast, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady waves as his heartbeat began to calm.

“Mmm… Molly…” he murmured sleepily, eyes fluttering shut with a contented sigh.

Molly stroked her fingers through his damp hair, holding him close as the heat of their sex lingered between them, warm and intimate against the hush of the room. She felt him warm inside her slit until he naturally retreated, turning flaccid. 

They stayed like that for a while; how long, Molly couldn’t say. Eventually, the soft light of dawn began to creep through the curtains, and the last few stars faded from the sky.

With a quiet sigh, she slipped from Harry’s embrace, her body surprisingly light despite the sleepless night. Stretching her limbs, she felt more refreshed than she had in years.

She cleaned herself up and put on her nightgown. She then picked up her wand and summoned a piece of paper and a pen from the nearby cabinet. The faint scratch of the pen filled the room as she wrote, her hand steady, her thoughts clear.

Finished, she moved to the door, reversing the charms she had placed the night before.

Pausing in the doorway, she glanced back at Harry, still sleeping soundly. A wave of protectiveness stirred in her chest, warm and steady. 

Merlin, save me. I think I’m now… addicted.