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Arthur Weasley could be described as a perfectly pleasant man. His disposition is known to be generally genial and many comment in private about the patience he must have to not only deal with his gaggle of children but, more exhaustingly, his wife and her rather wearing demeanor./users/DemonHours/pseuds/DemonHours
Molly Weasley had once been a beautiful woman. She was always known to be opinionated and made sure everyone knew exactly how she felt about things. Time seemed to only worsen that trait while diminishing her beauty. She had pursued Arthur relentlessly and there have been whispers of love potions being involved.
Arthur had loved his wife. At least he is fairly certain he did at one point. He will forever care for the woman who birthed his wonderful children but he has long been dissatisfied with many aspects of their marriage. It seems as if every time the children are old enough for Molly to work, she is suddenly pregnant once more and the cycle begins anew. She is a capable woman and their large family could do with a second income. The kids are always her excuse for not searching out employment of some kind which is a flimsy reason when all of them are either fully grown and on their own, or at Hogwarts for the majority of the year.
Beyond that, the constant demands and nagging even as his foot is barely through the door after a tiring day at work does little to promote any kind of affection. Arthur can also admit- if only in the privacy of his own mind- that he has not been physically attracted to Molly for longer than he can even recall. She elicits no sexual excitement or desire in him. He finds ways to do his husbandly duties in the bedroom but it is never Molly who he is fantasizing about. In fact, he does his best to block her out as much as possible.
He had begun to think that perhaps it was an issue with him. Arthur's libido could very well have diminished with age and the stresses of work and supporting a family the size of theirs. That theory was proven false after meeting one Harry James Potter. The boy had to be the most beautiful little thing he had ever seen in his entire life and Arthur is ashamed at how quickly he found himself hardening inside his trousers.
There is something nearly sinful about the innocent beauty. Harry has an almost ethereal fairy like softness to his features. Eyes like polished emeralds, plump lips the color of cherries, smooth porcelain skin and hair as dark as night. There is no doubt in Arthur's mind that the petite boy is temptation incarnate and he can barely keep the possessive want from showing.
It does not help that the boy is so sweet and eager for any kind of love or affection. Arthur wants to drown him in it, to overwhelm him with his desire to claim the boy as his, consequences be damned.
It is thoughts like those that resulted in his current position. Arthur took refuge in his shed full of muggle objects. He was rarely disturbed while in there since everyone just expected him to be tinkering away with his silly objects. The Weasley patriarch took full advantage of that. Harry had arrived at the Burrow the day before and Arthur was going mad just trying to keep from taking the boy. He finally couldn't take it anymore and hid away in his shed where he transfigured a child's
baby doll to look exactly like his Harry and added an opening. The perfect fuck toy for the frustrated father.
"Mmm, so lovely and tight for Daddy! Fuck! Take Daddy's cock. So good for me kitten, so good for Daddy" Arthur panted as he pounded the Harry dolls little boy cunt. His thrusts are vicious and the belly bulge from his cock stretching his Harry doll only made him fuck it harder. The older man presses against the belly bulge and groans.
He is so close, so close to filling his Harry with his fertile seed. The bulge has him imagining his real Harry with a rounded belly carrying his child. His beautiful pregnant boy looking debauched with teary eyes begging for his Daddy as Arthur drives into him, whispering filthy words of love and possession in his ear. Fuckfuckfuck He needs it! He fucking needs his baby! Yesyesyesye-
There's a knock on the shed's door that startles the older man but he is too far gone. He wouldn't stop even if it was Merlin himself banging on his bloody door. Ignoring the knock, Arthur grabs the doll by the waist and starts slamming it up and down his length to meet his violent thrusts, sweat dotting his forehead as he grunts and growls like an animal.
"M-Mr. Weasley, Sir? Can I please come i-"
Harry's sweet voice instantly pushes Arthur over the edge, ramming his Harry doll down to take his entire length to the base. A scream of ecstacy wants to rips its way out of him so he is forced to bite down on his lip hard enough to break skin to keep it muffled.
The already bulging belly grows from the sheer amount of cum being dumped into the doll with Harry standing just on the other side of the door. As his dick twitches and dribbles the last of his spunk, Arthur tries to catch his breath with his head thrown back and his eyes closed as he savors the moment and the perverse satisfaction of having his boy so close.
Hearing Harry nervously shuffling outside as he waits for an answer, Arthur slowly pulls out of his Harry fuck doll. He watches his seed drip out and groans but quickly vanishes it and casts a cleansing spell on himself and the doll as he hides it.
"Hello Harry! Apologies, I was in the middle of tinkering away. Come on in! Is there something I can do for you?" Arthur makes sure nothing seems out of character as he ushers Harry over to a stool beside where he had just been sitting and defining a doll of the boy. Suppressing the lust that wants to creep back up he sits down and gives the young Gryffindor a caring smile.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted sir. We got done playing quidditch. It was fun! But now everyone is inside the house and...I just wanted to be somewhere a bit quiter for a while. Would it be alright if I stayed? I promise to be good." Harry nibbles on his lip while shyly looking up at Arthur through his lashes.
The older man falls harder for the boy. It truly should be illegal for the boy to be so adorable. "Of course it's alright Harry. You are always a good boy and I'm sure I'll rather enjoy the company." Arthur delighted in the sight of Harry flushing so beautifully from such simple praise. The boy really was perfection incarnate. Innocent, gorgeous, brave, kind.
"T-thank you sir. May I ask what you're working on?" Harry asks with a sweet smile on his pink lips. Lips Arthur needed to find a way to kiss soon or he would combust. Something that would seem chaste and natural to him. Whatever he does, it needs to be carefully done.
Arthur could hardly confess to what he had actually been working on last considering it was a doll of the boy that he then shagged. Instead, he grabbed the project before that one which a muggle music player he had been trying to convert to make it compatible with magic. Harry was surprisingly enthusiastic about it and hours flew by with them talking about all sorts of items and experimenting with a few.
For the first time in ages, Arthur felt connected to someone. Seen and heard not written off for his love of muggle things or judged for spending time on them. Harry did not just tolerate it to humor the older man, it was obvious he was enjoying himself and another piece of Arthur's heart now belongs to the pretty teen.