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KISS ME ONCE

a/n: i am so late with even starting this and i don't expect to finish, but i still wanted to contribute something. so this is the first fic for the moon knight bingo hosted by @moonknight-events. some of the prompts really captured my attention and i wanted to write what i could for them. i based this off yes the long long, long time, but some other jazz songs were played as i wrote. and honestly i'm obsessed with how it turned out. the divider is by the ever talented @saradika-graphics.

prompt used: butterflies

summary: dating steven grant came with its challenges. between being a superhero, sharing the body with a man you hardly knew, and his forgetfulness, you felt dizzy. so when your date goes awry, you take matters into your own hands.

word count: 1.7k+

pairing: marc spector x reader

warnings: not explicit, some soft fluff, romance, the blossoming of a relationship, flustered marc.

Candlelight flooded the darkened flat, flickering a soft orange glow along the walls and stacks of books. It would be romantic if the frustrated bangs of a man trying to fix it wasn’t the only sound that echoed back to you. The evening had started out as a date. An attempt between you and Steven to rejoin together after weeks apart. But life continually managed to get in the way.

Problems arose one after the other. But nevertheless this is where you found yourselves. Sitting at the small table, candles scattered throughout the space, and the soft sound of jazz coming from the record player in the corner. And just as he poured you a glass of red wine—the power went out.

“It’s alright. Really.”

“I’ve almost got it.” A very American voice called back to you.

Steven—the man you adored—had no clue what the fuck to do in a situation such as a this. The radiator should have been easy enough to turn back on, but by the sounds it seemed that there was nothing but difficulty. Which is how Marc—the man you barely spoke to—wound up crashing your date.

It’s not that you didn’t want to speak to him. Get to know him. You just rarely found yourself with the chance. Between him and Steven being whisked away consistently, you barely had time to speak to Steven. Yet there you were, in your best outfit, candlelight illuminating the flat, and wine poured into two separate glasses. And Marc was acting as if you weren’t there.

He was helping. You knew that, but there was nothing that could be done. At least not right now.

“Are you hungry?”

The question must have thrown him off guard; his head peeking out from the bottom of the radiator. His eyes quickly caught sight of you standing there—hope shimmering in your eyes. A look that was usually only reserved for Steven. A look he’d longed to see directed at him one day. But Marc—ever the stubborn man Steven made him out to be—looked away as fast as he started.

“No I’m alright honey.” His eyes flicked back to you briefly before settling on the mirror. A quick sigh, the tensing of his shoulders, and you knew enough.

He wanted this.

You couldn’t deny the endearment didn’t have an effect on you. In fact, it was quite surprising how your entire stomach erupted into a flurry of butterflies. They normally only arose when Steven was near. How he smiled so bright it nearly killed you, how his entire heart was worn like an accessory on his sleeve. He looked at you in awe. As if you were the very light of his life, but Marc faced you with hesitancy. With reluctance and the darkened shine of anguish in his brown eyes.

What he wanted, he could never have.

That’s what he believed. Or at least that’s what you came to understand in the short time you’d known about him. That he gave everything—all he could spare—to Steven. He sacrificed a normal life to the man who already had it; to the person he could never be.

It broke your heart in a way.

Why would he believe he could never have you too? That his life wouldn’t be intertwined with yours. Like it or not you chose Steven, and whether he knew it or not…you also chose Marc. Even if he wouldn’t allow himself to be chosen.

“We ordered dinner. Thankfully. I love Steven, but I don’t trust him in a kitchen.” Smiling, you moved to grab the container you had yet to take the food out of.

Marc flinched at the word love falling so freely from your mouth. He acted as if he’d never heard the word before. And maybe he hadn’t. Maybe someone never looked at him the way Steven looked at you. Although something told you that tonight might in fact change that. You never saw yourself falling for Steven—for anyone really—but Marc was a welcomed surprise.

“I don’t want to take Steven’s food.”

You shrugged. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind—”

“You don’t know Steven honey.”

There was that fucking word again. A rush of flutters overtook your stomach, your heart racing with the glint of annoyance in his eyes as he stared at the mirror behind you. You could practically see Steven trying to reason with him. Trying to keep Marc from ruining this night. If only the both of them could see in your mind—how you longed to get closer to Marc, to see if you could make him feel the same as you did now.

So you did.

He looked startled, stepping back a bit with his hand outstretched. The sight brought a smile to your lips.

“I want to have dinner with you Marc.”

“You’re on a date with Steven.” He sighed, eyebrows pulling together. Strange how it was so different to Steven’s frustration, so unlike the soft man you knew. “Lemme fix the radiator and you can have him back,” he muttered.

“Marc—”

“Just need a tool. Which is somewhere around here.”

“Wait—”

“And I’ll be—”

With a quick lunge, you grabbed hold of Marc’s (Steven’s) button down, pulling him close enough to feel his breath on your chin. He froze, hands hovering over your waist as you kept him there and fixed him with a look that made his heart thump loudly against his chest. That glimmer—the want—was suddenly on him. And he felt as if the breath would fly out of his lungs if he tried to make a move. He was afraid he’d scare you off.

“Eat with me.” You smiled sweet and honey like he could practically taste it on his tongue. “Don’t make me tie you to the chair just to join me.”

He huffed, his throat bobbing as he swallowed roughly. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Then you’ll stay?”

He nodded. “I’ll stay.”

“The food’s cold.” You sighed, twisting in his hold to catch a glimpse of the darkened street. “And it looks like the whole street is down.”

You never saw how his eyes lingered on your lips, how he drank you in with ease. His own tongue swiping along his bottom lip quickly, chest stuttering as he sucked in a breath. If there’s one thing Marc knew it was this—you were the most beautiful person he’d seen. He wasn’t sure how Steven found you, but suddenly he found himself thanking every god he knew of that he did.

Perhaps that’s why he relinquished control so often. Solely to keep you around. Marc ruined things. He knew this. He understood that whatever he touched came away broken, but Steven…he fixed things. He brought light to the darkness and made sure it burned bright—he saved what Marc destroyed. And Marc couldn’t destroy you.

He’d die before he broke the one thing that made everything good.

“I have an idea,” you said, joy lighting up the room.

“Hm?”

You smiled, digging into your purse for your phone, the small screen lighting up your face. It was harsh to look at after nothing but candlelight for an hour, but you managed. At least long enough to find a good playlist, a jazz one Steven made for you in the first week of dating. Songs you’d danced to time and time again. It sounded echoey and small in the flat, but you played it regardless, setting the phone on the table as you reached for Marc.

“Dance with me?”

He stuttered this time. “W-What?”

“Dance with me.”

“Baby I’m not much of a dancer…”

Sighing, you pulled him close, your hand sliding into his. “That’s okay.” You felt him shudder slightly at the way your hand slid on his shoulder, your body pressed against his. “I’m not either.”

Marc knew that was a lie. He’d caught glimpses of moments between you and Steven. The soft love you both shared. It made him ache in ways he couldn’t describe with words, and maybe this was going too far. Maybe Steven would be pissed when he finally came back, but Marc refused to feel sorry for this. He wouldn’t apologize for loving you. Because there was nothing to apologize for—not when you felt so right in his arms.

He managed to sway gently with you, his feet shuffling—albeit a bit clumsily—along the hardwood floor. You didn’t notice. At least if you did, you never said anything. The music hummed a soft tune behind you, the yellow glow of the candles casting shadows across your supple skin. And Marc felt the ground vanish from beneath him.

How could someone be as perfect as you?

“I’m thinking we should go to the Italian restaurant on Friday.”

Flutters overtook his entire body. “Friday sounds good.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder gently. As if you were entirely at ease, planning dates with him like this had happened before. Marc did what he could to be the same. This was normal. This life, this flat, this…relationship. It belonged to him in a way; he just hadn’t seen it.

“We can go walking afterwards,” you said, your words soft—your breath washing across his neck and causing goosebumps to form. “See the moon.”

He smiled. “I see too much of the moon.”

“Then we go during the day.” Marc wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, daring to rest his hand a bit lower. You shivered at the touch. “See the sun instead.”

Marc realized then why Steven loved you, why he fought to keep you in his life. You gave all of yourself in a way he might never be able to. You jumped in wholeheartedly, with a smile on your face. Consequences be damned. And like the lights finally came back on in the apartment, he realized why he loved you. Steven—the man meant to protect him for his entire life—was an exact reflection of you.

You wore your heart on your sleeve just as he did.

You loved fiercely, hoped endlessly, and gave your entire soul to the one you chose.

Whether he liked it or not…you chose him too. Even if he couldn’t give over all of himself. Yet.

“Okay,” he murmured, resting his head gently against yours. “We’ll see the sun.”

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Fred : You know Hermione, you look very unapproachable

Hermione *turning the page of her book, trying to focus* : And yet, here you are

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punchingtelescopes2 · 1 year

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#when did you know universe

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punchingtelescopes2 · 1 year

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Fred: My future wife is probably pretending to laugh at her boyfriend’s jokes right now.

Fred: Be patient, my queen. A true clown is on his way.

#he totally does this when hermione is nose deep in her book and he wants attention #and of course she rolls her eyes and gives him the attention #all the attentions

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punchingtelescopes2 · 1 year

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And here we are on the third Friday dedicated to these two!! I'm really having a lot of fun making scenes about these two characters of which I've always written ff and imagine how their story would go if only it were canon!!

Fremione had to exist Rowliiiinggg!!!

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punchingtelescopes2 · 1 year

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HP Social Media AU ↠ Dating!Fred + Hermione on Instagram

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“Well, we’ve come to an impasse,” Hermione says solemnly.

Fred presses his lips together and hangs his head. “I don’t know if I can do it.”

“What does this mean for us?” she asks warily.

With a slight shake of his head, Fred slumps towards the table. “It’s the end of the road, I guess.”

“We don’t have to call it yet, we’re having a good time,” she points out, reaching across the table to grab Fred’s hand. In return, he squeezes her hand.

“But I’m done. And you’ve… You’ve made your choice.”

Hermione stares at the cup in front of her and hums. “There’s really nothing I can do to convince you?”

Fred glances at her with narrowed eyes. “To drink a peppermint mocha? No, Hermione. I’m not drinking chocolate toothpaste.”

She throws her hands up. “It’s not chocolate toothpaste! And we’re not ending our bloody date fifteen minutes in because you can’t pace yourself.”

“But your drink smells, ‘Mine,” Fred whines.

Hermione uses her free hand to pick up her mug and takes a sip. “Oh, you’ll taste it yet,” she hums.

“I am not drinking that horrible concoction,” Fred says.

Hermione smirks over the mug at him and squeezes his hand. Fred feels like, somehow, he’s just lost.

(Fifteen minutes later when he leans across the table to kiss her and gets the overwhelming taste of peppermint, he understands that he absolutely did lose.)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, @mamisketches !! As you know, I was working on a fic, but life happened, and that fic gave me so much trouble, so it has been delayed by a few weeks. It will still be coming, and I will still gift it to you, but in the meantime, here’s a little gifset and drabble!!

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punchingtelescopes2 · 1 year

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Fred : You know Hermione, you look very unapproachable

Hermione *turning the page of her book, trying to focus* : And yet, here you are

#I can’t wait vibes #seriously

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punchingtelescopes2 · 1 year

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WEASLEYS!

Just a collection of Fred. Or is it George? Forge? Gred? Well the last one is definitely Fred because, you know, TWO EARS. Anyways, ✨twin supremacy✨The twins were always my favorites and now that I’m on a Fremione kick, I’m really going through it.

Don’t mind me happily living in a world where Fred doesn’t die for any stupid goddamn reason. 😘

✅ support artists! Reblog, like, and add fun tags!

❌No reposts!

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punchingtelescopes2 · 1 year

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I Can't Wait

Word Count: 1,324

Summary: You NEVER interrupt someone when they are reading a book.

Warning: Just two people disgustingly in love. And Fred's poorly mentioning Pablo Neruda's love poem 14.

“I’ve been thinking”, said George, “We should sell the whizbangs as a bundle instead of individually you know because...” “Mmmhmmm”, Fred interrupted absentmindedly, “Yup”.

George took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Fred had been quiet, thoughtful and moody the past couple of days and George was tired of it. “So listen,” George said clearing his throat, “I’ve been thinking about dying my hair blue, that outta help the customers tell us part.” “Sure. Wait what?!” Fred furrowed his brows at his brother. “Aaah!!” George said pointing an accusatory finger at Fred, “So you only listen when you want to.” Fred, huffed and mumbled a string of curse words at George. “You know if I’d heard anything you just said I’d be offended but I didn’t so I’m not,” George said with a triumphant smile. Fred rolled his eyes giving him a small smile. “You’ve been in a foul mood since Sunday night. It is now Wednesday mate and frankly you are starting to get a bit annoying.” Fred glared at his brother but George ignored him and continued. “Out with it, what’s troubling you?” “It’s Hermione mate,” Fred sighed. George snickered as he wiggled his brows, “Trouble in paradise Freddie?”

“I asked her out about a week ago,” Fred sighed, rubbing his hands on his face. “And?” George said impatiently. “Well when I tried to finalize plans for our date last Sunday after dinner at the burrow, she looked at me annoyed and sighed ‘What about Friday?’ ”George looked at him, fighting a smile, “Is that what you were doing while she was reading under the tree?” “Yeah,” said Fred, hurt and confusion on his face. George was soon howling with laughter which made Fred scowl. “You are telling me that,” George choked through his laughs, “YOU asked Hermione Bookworm Granger a question while she was reading?” “Yes,” Fred said with uncertainty. George laughed harder, making himself fall off the desk he was sitting on.

Fred laughed in annoyance,”I don’t find this funny at all Georgie, '' he said, hoping his brother's childhood nickname would make him stop, “I think she's mad at me.” “Okay, okay. Look here you idiot,” George said, pushing himself off the ground, “I’ve got a few things to say, ONE!” he shouted, “Hermione is not mad at you. She, for some unknown reason, loves you just as much as you love her.” Fred looked at his brother with worry on his face, “I don’t know.” “AND!!” George shouted ignoring his brother, “Everyone, in both Wizarding and Muggle worlds, knows you don’t interrupt a bookworm when they are reading.”

“Is that really a thing?” Fred asked unsure. George rolled his eyes and ignored him, “TWO!!” he said loudly as he grabbing a roll of parchment form his desk, “You don’t, *whack* talk *whack* to a bookworm *whack whack* when they are *whack whack whack* nose deep in a *whack whack whack* book. *whack whack whack whack* “Ouch,” Fred snapped, “Okay, I get it.” “THREE!!” George shouted as he whacked Fred with the roll of parchment again. “Ouch! Quit it!” Fred yelped, “Or Merlin help me I will hex you.”

“Three,” said George softly, “When was the last time you talked to Granger Fred?” “Uh, not since Sunday,” Fred said quietly. “Exactly, you won’t know what she was thinking Sunday if you don’t talk to her. It’s called communication Freddie, it’s an important part in every relationship. Now stop being a baby and owl the woman. Remind her of your date and then actually talk to the woman, in person. Sort this out” George said matter of factly.

Fred shot out of his chair suddenly, “George you’re a genius!” Fred said, putting his hands on the side of his brother's head and bringing him close to give his forehead a loud noisy kiss.” “Oh God,” George wiped his forehead. An annoyed look on his face, “I better be the godfather to your first born.”

____________________________ (The Burrow)

“I feel so bad Gin,” Hermione groaned as she covered her face with the book she’d been trying to read. “Why?,” Ginny said absentmindedly as she sat on the floor. Her back was against her bed as she tossed a quaffle against the wall.

“Well I’d completely forgotten I had a date with Fred this Friday. And at Sunday dinner, when he reminded me about our date I’d completely forgotten about it,” Hermione gasped, “I think he’s mad at me.” Ginny snorted and both girls burst into giggles. “Ginny it’s not funny,” Hermione’s giggles had turned into a desperate whine. “I was in the middle of my book,” she said, “He caught me off guard! I never forget things. It was a really good book.” Ginny laughed harder, “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“Ginny!,” groaned Hermione. “He’ll be fine. I ignore Fred and George all the time and they still talk to me,” she said dismissively. “Listen, don’t worry,” Ginny said, “You. Are. Good.” “Ginny his face,” Hermione said holding back a sob, “you should have seen Fred’s face.” Hermione grabbed her chest with a pained expression, “He looked so embarrassed and hurt. Probably thought I didn’t love him anymore.” She turned to Ginny, worry etched on her face.

“Again, I ignore them all the time,” Ginny said nonchalantly. “Yeah but you’re their sister Gin.” Hermione said, covering her face again.

“Look it’s gonna be fine, 100% sure he’s not mad or hurt by this. I am sure the idiot realized he was interrupting you as you read your book,” Ginny finished with a shrug. “Listen, it’s just Fred, he's not mad or upset with you. I’m sure of it. But if it makes you feel better just make it up to him.” “Make it up to him how?,” Hermione asked. “Well,” said Ginny thoughtfully, “You could always kiss him. That shuts him up.”

Hermione was about to shush Ginny when she interrupted my obnoxious hooting. “Is that...does Apollo have a howler attached to him?,” Hermione said as she looked at the tawny owl in confusion. “I believe he does,” Ginny said looking curiously at Hermione, “It’s probably a mistake,” she said walking closer to Apollo.

“Oooh,” Ginny covered her mouth with her hands as fought the urge to laugh. “What is it?” Hermione asked. “Hermione it’s for you.” “ME?!,” Hermione squealed loudly. “Yup!,” Ginny giggled . “Don’t laugh,” Hermione chuckled nervously. Ginny giggled, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I wonder who it’s from,” Hermione shrugged. Ginny smiled, “Well, it’s starting to smoke so I guess we will soon find out.”

Hermione took a deep breath and nervously opened the shaking red letter.

“GRANGER!'' Fred's voice filled the room. “WAIT GEORGE SHOULD I USE HER FULL NAME!?” "YES STUPID!!,” George bellowed back, “IT MAKES IT MORE ROMANTIC!.” “OH YOU’RE A GENIUS!,” Fred shouted back. “HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER! I AM VERY MUCH LOOKING FORWARD TO OUR DATE THIS FRIDAY!! I WILL BRING YOU HAPPY FLOWERS FROM THE MOUNTAINS, BLUEBELLS, DARK HAZELS, AND RUSTIC BASKETS OF KISSES AND ANYTHING ELSE I CAN POSSIBLY FIND TO MAKE SURE YOU HAVE AN INCREDIBLE TIME FRIDAY NIGHT. I AM GOING TO STOP NOW BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING ANYMORE OR WHAT THAT MEANS, BUT I KNOW YOU LOVE THAT NERUDA BLOKE AND I THOUGHT THAT BIT FROM ONE OF HIS POEMS FLOWED NICELY IN THIS LETTER. ANYWAY I LOVE YOU GRANGER. ALWAYS. MMMMUUAAAHH!

The letter tore itself up leaving behind a deafening silence.

“What the bloody hell was that?!” Ginny whispered mystified. Her voice sounded loud in the still quiet room. Hermione and Ginny looked at each other and burst into a fit of laughter. “That was Fred!,” Hermione said, wiping tears from her eyes. Ginny smiled as she rolled her eyes. “Still having doubts as to whether or not Fred is mad at you?”, she asked with one raised eyebrow. “No,” Hermione sighed, smiling dreamily out the window, “No doubts at all.”

#fred wealsey fic #fredlives #fred x hermione #fremione #fred weasley #hermione x fred #hermione fanfiction #fluff #so much fluff #idiots in love #soulmates #fred lives #au #punching telescopes 2 writes #ginny weasley #george weasley

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punchingtelescopes2 · 1 year

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Unexpected Visitor || Fred Weasley

Title: Unexpected Visitor Summary: Fred’s day doesn’t go as planned when an unexpected visitor shows up at his office Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI! This contains, daddy kink, breeding kink, cockwarming, unportected vaginal sex, dirty talk, degradation. A/N: ceo!fred is back!!! Also pls creampie responsibly! Tags: @pandaxnienke @raerae27 @hufflrpuffforfred @theweasleysredhair @dracoswhore007 @amourtentiaa @lexymoniqu @p0tat0nug @levylovegood @mischiefisbeingmanaged @littleweaslette @inglourious-imagines @darthwheezely @rosaliepostsstuff @prismarts @thisismysketchbook @freds-slut @izzyyy-1 @gwhogwartslover @rqmanoff @amarabln @hey-kenna @haroldpotterson @fancy-pantaloons @fand0mskullfa1ry

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“Mr. Weasley, your wife is here to see you.”

Fred can’t help the smile that tugs on the corners of his mouth as his secretary’s voice comes through the intercom on his desk and he immediately reaches forward to hit the button that allows him to answer her.

“You can send her in, thanks Sherri.”

Leaning back in his chair Fred beckons Y/N closer as she steps through the door, pushing back from his desk so he can pull her into his lap as soon as she’s within reach. “Well, well, well,” he drawls, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other cups her cheek so he can thread his fingers through her hair, “What a nice surprise this is.”

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Summary: The night of Bill and Fleur’s wedding leads to Y/N realizing she has feelings for a certain red headed twin.

Warning: smut! 18+ only

It was the night of Bill and Fleur’s wedding, and it had been a very eventful night indeed. During the reception they had received word that the Ministry of Magic had fallen, a fight breaking out when Death Eaters had arrived looking for Harry, who made it out with Ron and Hermione.

Afterwards Y/N had sat in the living room by the fire with the Weasley’s, Remus, and Tonks discussing the nights events, and what the days ahead would bring well after midnight. Remus and Tonks had bid everyone goodnight and left, followed by Bill and Fleur. Molly ushered her kids to bed, insisting Y/N stay the night instead of going home to her apartment by herself.

Though Y/N was grateful for this, she tossed and turned in Ron’s bed (Molly had insisted she sleep here instead of her usual cot in Ginny’s room when staying at the Burrow, saying it would be more comfortable and Ron wasn’t here) unable to fall asleep.

Instead of getting sleep, she was thinking of her years at Hogwarts and Christmas and Summer holidays at the Burrow. Her first year at Hogwarts, she became fast friends with the two Weasley twins when they had pulled a break on a nasty Slytherin girl who had called Y/N a mudblood, and the three had been inseparable ever since. She had come to stay with the boys a few weeks every Summer, swimming in the pond, playing quidditch, and helping the boys with their chores and summer reading that they never started until she got there. And almost as many Christmas holidays she would come to the Burrow, making them watch her favorite muggle Christmas movies, wrap presents, and bake cookies the muggle way. And even now after the three had left Hogwarts, Y/N lived in an apartment right across from Fred and George and helped them at their Joke Shop.

But the reason she was reminiscing on all of these memories was because she was trying to figure something out. Exactly when she had fallen in love with Fred.

The realization that she was in love with her best friend hit her like a brick wall, only a few hours ago. During the fight earlier, she couldn’t spot Fred anywhere and he was all she could think about. When things finally calmed down she had ran to the front of the house, screaming his name, and when she finally saw him emerging from the tall grass with George and Remus she had fling herself into his arms, relieved that he was alright. And that’s when she knew.

“Oh, fuck this.” She said to herself climbing out of bed and walking across the hall to Fred’s room. Before opening his door she took a deep breath and thought, here goes nothing.

She quietly opened the door, slipped inside, shutting the door behind her and leaning her back against it, whispering, “Freddie?”

The candle Fred had lit on his bedside table barely illuminated him, though she could see him, laying on his back bare chested with his arms folded behind his head. He was awake too.

“You can’t sleep either?”

She shook her head.

Fred pulled his covers back and pat the space beside him, “Come on.”

Y/N hurried the short distance across the room and crawled into the bed beside him, laying her head in his chest. He pulled his covers over her and wrapped his arms around her waste.

“Are you alright?” He asked rubbing his fingers in calming circles on her back. All she was wearing was the t-shirt he had given her earlier and her underwear.

She smiled at his comforting movements, “Better now.”

He pulled her closer to him. All Fred ever wanted was to be her comfort, her person, her home. Like she was for him.

Y/N breathed in the scent of him, feeling even more calm when she smelt cinnamon. She let out a little chuckle when she realized why she always burned cinnamon scented candles at home, because it reminded her of him.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” She shook her head snuggling her face closer into the crook of his neck.

He grabbed her hand that she had placed on his chest up to his lips, kissing her knuckles one by one and said, “I feel better now too. I’m glad you came in.”

She moved her head back to look into his eyes, and the look she saw their stirred her enough to make her brave again. She took her hand from his grasp and placed it on his cheek, “Fred, life is too short for me to keep this in anymore.”

Before he could answer she crashed her lips against his. She felt his sudden surprise at first, and stillness, before bringing his hands into her hair and kissing her back, slipping his tongue into her mouth both exploring each other, savoring the moment.

They broke apart to catch their breath, only for a few seconds before he brought his mouth to her neck, nibbling and kissing at the sensitive spots there, causing a moan to escape from her lips. She felt him smile against her skin in response, and he kissed from her neck along her jaw and to her lips again.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked leaning up now to look at her seriously.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, “No, please don’t stop kissing me.”

“Where do you want me to kiss you?” He smirked.

“Everywhere.”

He pulled his shirt over her head, “God, you’re stunning.” He said before kissing down her neck and to the curve of her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, before continuing his trail of kisses down her stomach, reaching the band of her underwear.

He looked up into her lust filled eyes, smiling, “Do you want me to..?”

“Please, Freddie.” She whined.

He slowly pulled her underwear down her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs as he went, causing her to moan again. Fred brought his mouth back to her center, licking and sucking.

“So wet for me already, such a good girl.” He put his index finger inside her slowly working his way in and out of her while he continued to use his mouth on her.

“Fred, I’m so close.” She groaned.

He trailed kisses back up her stomach, her chest, her jaw, to her lips, still continuing to rub her clit with his fingers. Leaning over top of her he looked into her eyes and said, “Go ahead baby come for me.”

“Not yet, I want you inside of me.” She reached down to pull his boxers down, taking his length in her hands, pumping him up and down.

Fred moaned with pleasure, before grabbing her wrist with his hands stopping her. He looked at her lovingly and said, “Y/N, you’re sure you want to do this? I know sometimes events like earlier make people do things they will regret later.” At the look she gave him he hurriedly said, “I know I wont regret this, I’ve thought about this moment a million times, but I want to make sure this is what you want.”

Y/N gently pushed him off of her, to where he was sitting up straight in front her, and she climbed on top of him, thighs on either side of him. “I’m not going to regret this either.” She kissed his lips, and he grabbed her ass pulling her closer to him, her center rubbing the tip of his penis. She lowered herself on top of him, starting a rhythm rocking into him causing him to roll his head back moaning.

“God Y/N you feel so good. You take me so good, love” He said looking at her blissful face again, he kissed every inch of her he could reach. “You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.”

Y/N pushed him until he was laying on his back and she road him faster as they both reached their climax, groaning each other’s names. Y/N rolled off of him, and Fred held her, kissing her lips again as they came down from their high.

“I love you too, you know.” She said snuggling into him.

“I do now.”

She leaned up and started to put her shirt back on before Fred stopped her, “what are you doing?”

“I better get back to my room.”

“Oh no you’re not, I don’t want to be without you anymore now that I know you love me too. You’re sleeping here with me.” He winked.

Y/N laughed, “What will the others think?”

“They’ll probably be bloody glad. I’ve only been pining over you since 4th year. Plus mum already thinks we’re dating no matter how many times I’ve said we’re not.”

Y/N laid her head back down on his chest, “Well, now you can tell her she’s right.”

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Night and Shining Armor

Summary: Fred brings y/n home for Christmas break

Warning: smut! 18+ only

Fred laid on his couch, looking down at his best friend who laid fast asleep on his chest wondering how in the world he was going to explain this to his mother when she woke up in a few hours.

He was running his fingers through y/n’s hair when he heard the stairs creak behind him. Jumping slightly he peaked over the back of the couch, bracing himself just in case it was his mother. George just walked into the room rubbing his eye and yawning. Fred sighed, relieved.

George walked over to peak over the couch and smiled when he realized why his twin had been missing from their room, “when did y/n get here?” He asked.

“Shh!” Fred replied bring his finger to his mouth and shushing his brother, “she’s just finally fell asleep.”

George grabbed Fred’s hand and stared at his knuckles that were red and bruising, like he had hit something. “Bloody hell, Freddie. What happened?”

Fred looked down at his sleeping best friend lovingly, and started playing with her hair again, knowing that it was soothing to her even in her sleep. “She sent an owl asking for mum and dad to come get her and if she could stay here.. they left her home alone for Christmas with that bloody git. You know how he treats her, Georgie. I couldn’t wait til morning to go get her. And.. I kinda got into it with him when I got there.”

George ran his hand down his face. “You should have woke me up, mate. I would have went with you.”

“You didn’t read the letter. He was saying awful things to her. My blood was boiling, I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Blimey. You’ve really got it bad for her mate.” George said laughing and shaking his head.

Fred swatted at his brother’s shoulder to shut him up. “How mad do you think mum will be?”

“Well, she didn’t stay too mad when we went and rescued Harry did she? I can’t imagine she’d be too upset about this.”

“Too upset about what exactly?” They heard a voice from the stairs call, making them both jump.

They turned to see their mother standing at the bottom of the steps with her arms folded across her chest and giving them the warning look.

“Mum!” Fred half whispered, half yelled, and then looked down to make sure y/n was still sleeping. She was.

“What have you two done now?” Mrs. Weasley asked walking over to the two boys.

“I actually don’t have anything to do with this, so I’ll just leave you two to it.” George said back away towards the steps. Fred gave him a thanks for nothing look, to which George just shrugged and turned ran back up the stairs.

“When did y/n get here? And what on earth happened to your hand Fred Weasley?!”

Fred took a deep breath and explained everything to his mother. How y/n’s mum went on a trip with her step dad for Christmas, leaving her at home with her awful step brother who has always treated y/n awful for being “different”- for being a witch. How y/n had sent him a letter telling Fred how awful he was already treating her and asking if they could come get her in the morning and how Fred cared about her so much he couldn’t stand to leave her there a second longer and used the Floo powder to get to her house and bring her back. And finally he told him mother how y/n’s step brother had yelled and called her a nasty name in front of him, and Fred lost it and punched him right in the jaw before they left.

“I’m really sorry, Mum. I know now it wasn’t the way to do things. But, it’s y/n… if she needs me, I’ll be there.”

Fred swore he saw his mother’s eyes watering a little, but she quickly blinked it away and said, “We will have a talk in the morning about how you should wait for your father or myself to do things like this and without asking I might add.. but I’m not upset she’s here. I love her too you know. Get some sleep.” Mrs. Weasley turned away to walk back up the stairs, but paused before walking up them and turned to look back at her son. “You’re a good boy, Freddie.” She said and then walked up the stairs.

Glad to know his mother wasn’t too upset with him, he wrapped his arms around y/n and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning y/n awoke to sun shining through the window. It was still quiet in the house, and it took her a couple of minutes to remember the events of last night and where she was. When she remembered she shot up on the couch and looked around. Fred was no longer laying with her, but she didn’t see him in the living room. Moving to get up from the couch she heard movement in the kitchen, and went to go see who was in there.

She felt nervous. She was afraid Mrs. Weasley would be upset with her and Fred.

Walking into the kitchen she said Mrs. Weasley bustling around putting breakfast on the table, that Fred was already sitting at drinking a cup of coffee. They both turned to her and smiled when they noticed she had entered. Just the sight of Fred smiling at her made her insides warm.

“Good morning, love.” Fred said putting his cup down on the table.

“Good morning, dear. It’s so nice to see you.” Mrs. Weasley said coming over to hug the girl.

“Good morning.. uhm Mrs. Weasley, please don’t be too upset with Freddie.. it’s really all my fault, I should have known he wouldn’t wait-“

Mrs. Weasley cut her off, “Now, now, all is fine Fred and I have already had a discussion this morning and I won’t hear anymore about it. Sit, have some breakfast.”

Y/n took a seat at the table beside Fred, who squeezed her hand and murmured a thanks for trying to help keep him out of trouble. Mrs. Weasley started to load their plates up and said, “I’ve sent your mother an owl this morning dear to tell her you are here with us for break.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” Y/n said starting to eat at the food on her plate and the other Weasley kids, Harry, and Hermione started to pile into the kitchen for breakfast.

“Y/n! When did you get here?” Ginny asked taking a seat in front of her.

“Fred was her night and shining armor and rescued her from her tower last night.” George said.

“Oh shut up, George.” Fred said.

“What? What happened?” Ron asked.

“Yes, nosys, Fred came to my house last night and brought me back here so I could stay here for Christmas.” Y/n said smiling at them all.

“I was surprised you weren’t here in the first place.” Hermione laughed.

The next few days passed in a blur. The lot spent their time decorating the house, playing outside in the snow, playing chess, and helping Molly cook and do chores.

The night before Christmas they had spent the evening outside sleigh riding. Everyone had just come inside and took turns showering, and were planning to sneak a bottle of fire whiskey out once Mr.and Mrs. Weasley went to bed.

Y/n had just dried her hair and changed into her pajamas and ran out of Ginny’s room to head downstairs by the fire with the others when she ran right into someone’s bare chest.

“Oof!” She said almost falling backwards, but two arms had steadied her. She looked up and realized she had just ran into Fred, who had just come out of the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waste, his hair was still slightly wet, dripping droplets of water down his chest, and man did he look good.

“You alright?” He smirked.

Y/N realized she was staring at him, blushed and stepped around him. “Oh! Yeah, uhm, I’ll see you in a bit.” Then headed down the stairs.

Later that night they had all sat around the fire playing games and passing the bottle of fire whiskey around. Once they had all started to feel a bit tipsy, Ginny had requested to play truth or dare.

At first it was funny things, like daring Ron to run out in the snow in his underwear, or asking Ginny which Hogwarts professor she’d rather smog. But it eventually turned into asking Harry if he’d lost his virginity and daring Hermione to kiss Ron on the cheek.

“Okay, George, I dare you to kiss Angelina when we get back to school.” Ron said.

“No problem, already have.” George winked and everyone laughed.

“Okay, Fred, y/n, I dare you two to go upstairs to our room and spend seven minutes in heaven.” George said causing everyone to yell “oooh” and laugh.

“Don’t be a prat, George.” Fred said taking a drink from the bottle.

Y/N’s stomach fluttered at the thought of going upstairs to Fred’s room alone with him. Did he not want to?

“So do you forfeit the dare then?” Harry asked.

“Of course we don’t. We aren’t scared are we Fred?” Y/n said standing up and holding her hand out to Fred.

Fred took her hand and followed her up the steps to his room.

When they got there Fred sat on the edge of his bed and patted the spot next to him for y/n to sit down. When she did he said, “look we don’t have to do anything crazy if you don’t want to, they don’t need to know what happens in here.”

Y/n smiled. Fred was always thinking of her feelings. And tonight she really wanted to show him how she felt. She stood up and inserted herself in between his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his around her waste.

“I don’t care what they think Fred. I’ve been thinking about the opportunity to do this for a long time.”

“To do what?”

Slowly she brought her mouth down to his, and kissed him sweetly.

When she pulled back they were both smiling. “Me too” Fred said.

“What do you say we make the most of this seven minutes?” She asked and pulled her shirt over her head and then stepping out of her pants.

“Oh shit.. you look.. amazing. Are you sure y/n? I know you’re tipsy and I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret later.”

“Fred, if you don’t touch me I guess I’ll just have to touch myself. And when I touch myself..” she put her hand into her underwear and moved her fingers in circling motions, “I always imagine it’s your doing it.”

“Oh, fuck.” Fred said grabbing y/n and throwing her onto his bed taking his clothes off in the process.

Meanwhile downstairs..

“Do you think we should go check on them? They’ve been gone longer then seven minutes.” Ron asked looking up the stairs.

“Be my guest, but you’ll probably walk into something you don’t want to see.” George said.

Ron blushed and everyone laughed.

“This was your plan all along wasnt it?” Ginny asked George.

George took another drink from the bottle then passed it to Harry before saying, “I’ve been trying to force them to tell the other that they love them for months.”

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Pleasure Over Pain - F.W x reader

Anon: Can you please do a Fred Weasley x fem!reader smut where they're best friends and the reader asks him to take her virginity?? Basically, she's desperate to get rid of it but wants her first time to be with someone she trusts so she goes to him about it. He's a little sceptical at first because he's been harboring feelings for the girl for practically forever but eventually gives it. He starts out by fingering her but doesn't let her finish and then she cockwarms him where he makes her cum off of nothing but his voice before he finally fucks her with like a major breeding kink. If that's okay and you don't mind?? Thank you so much love 💕

Warnings: Smut +18, Dom! Fred Weasley, sub!reader, edging, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, cockwarming, voice kink, breeding kink, praise, degradation, lots of pet names, heavy dirty talk, slight corruption and innocence kink, subspace, choking kink, cream pie,

Word Count: 1.7k

A//N: I didn’t drag it on for to long with the skeptical Fred part but I tried to add everything else! 🥰 I hope you enjoy baby!

“Freddie I want you to take my virginity.” You blurted, the redhead in front of you choked on his bottle of water and looked up at you with wide eyes, “What?” He spluttered, wiping the spilled water from his lips, “I want you to take my virgin-“ You started louder but Fred shushed you with a hand over your mouth, he looked around at the other nearby students before tugging you into a small broom closet.

You were both pressed tightly together in the confined space and you looked up at him, “Fred, I want you to take my virginity.” You repeated, “A-are you sure you want me to do it?” He asked, you nodded, “Please Freddie. I don’t want to wait anymore.”, “This is a big decision, love. I don’t want you to rush into anything.” Fred assured, “I want you to fuck me, Fred.” You grabbed his face to make him look at you, his eyes darkened at your words, “My room 8pm. Don’t be late.”.

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8 pm rolled around and here you stood, waiting nervously for Fred to answer your knock at his door— Fred opened the door and looked down at you, his eyes growing darker at the sight of you, Fred stepped aside to let you into the dorm.

As soon as you entered Fred shut the door behind you before immediately pushing you against the door, you eagerly sought each others lips and kissed one another.

Your tongues fought for dominance but only for a moment before you let Fred win and obtain control over you.

“Are you sure about this, love?” Fred asked as he pushed you back on the bed, you nodded and reached up to kiss him again but he pulled away, “Words, angel. Words.” He demanded, “I’m sure, Freddie. Please, please fuck me.” You begged, a smirk played on Fred’s lips as he moved back to kiss you.

Fred reached up between the two of you and began to undo the buttons of your shirt— he discarded the fabric to the side of the room as he slid his hands under you back to unclip your bra.

Fred pulled away from you causing you to gasp for air, he straddled you waist as he admired your exposed breasts, “Fuck. Now that’s not fair, baby.” He breathed, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “How could you hide those pretty tits from me?” He dove down to kiss your breasts, you gasped and reached down to tug at his hair, “Fuck! Freddie-“ You gasped, Fred’s tongue circled your bud as he moved to suck purple marks all over your chest.

You arched your back off the bed and felt the curl of Fred’s lips against you before he pulled away, you whined at the loss of contact, Fred silenced you with a hand on your throat, “May I?” He hummed, tugging at the waistline of your shorts, you nodded as you attempted to wriggle free from his grip.

Fred slid your shorts down your legs following with your panties, leaving you completely bare before him.

You squirmed around on the bed and attempted to cover yourself, Fred was quick to swat your hands away, “Don’t go all shy on me now, angel. Just wanna admire the view.” He teased, opening you up for him, “So fuckin’ beautiful. And wet. S’this all for me?” He taunted, you whined softly, “Freddie please-“ you begged, “What is it? What do you want?” He hummed, “Fuck me already.” You pleaded, Fred smirked, “Slow down, bunny. Let’s get you prepped first."

Fred hovered over you once more and moved his hand down to your pussy causing you to gasp, “Such a slutty pussy.” Fred mused, “Gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He breathed, leaning down to kiss you again.

For the first time you felt a pressure build in your stomach as Fred dove the first finger into your hole, you yelped out and Fred slowed hid penetration, “Your ok, love. Doing so well for me.” He praised, rubbing his thumb over your clit to add more pleasure than pain.

Your first moan was like music to Fred’s ears, “S’that feel good, bunny?” He hummed, you nodded and clawed at his back, “Yes, Freddie. Fuck- so good.” You bucked your hips up into his hand, “Greedy little thing, aren’t ya?” He mused, but his amusement only lasted a moment before his face went serious again, “You think you can handle another?” He asked, you nodded desperately.

Fred pressed a kiss to your forehead before entering another finger into your heat, you moaned again, louder this time, “Shit- sound so pretty when you moan for me.” He groaned, beginning to pump his fingers in and out while his thumb continued on making tight circles on your clit.

You whined loudly as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure built in your stomach, you felt the coil in your stomach about to snap but suddenly Fred pulled his fingers out of you causing a sob to bubble over at the loss of pleasure, “Freddie!” You whimpered, “Stop being a brat. Y’want my cock now, angel?” He hummed, standing over you.

At the mention of Fred finally fucking you with his cock you immediately shut up.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of Fred’s toned body when he removed his shirt, “You got some drool there, bunny.” He teased, you quickly clammed your jaw shut.

Fred removed his trousers before removing his boxers— your eyes flicked down to his length, eyes going wide at the sight. It was fully erect and waiting. You became anxious at the thought of how it would fit, “Uh- Freddie?” You asked, mouth suddenly feeling very dry, “Something the matter, angel?” He hummed, a shit-eating grin playing at his lips, “H-hows it gonna fit?” You mumbled, Fred pouted as he sat on the bed beside you, lifting you onto his lap, “I’ll make it fit.” He smirked.

Fred lifted you up with one arm while the other prepared his cock at your entrance, “You ready, bunny?” He hummed, you nodded and he entered you in one swift movement.

You let out a loud yelp but Fred captured your lips in a kiss.

You expected Fred to move eventually but after 30 seconds he was still sitting still an it was beginning to hurt, you bucked your hips up but Fred stilled your hips, “Stay still.” He demanded, “Just wanna feel you around me.” He began to kiss your neck, you whined loudly, “Please Freddie. Hurts. Wanna move.” You pleaded, Fred nipped at you neck, “I said stay still.” He repeated.

The pain continued to build until it reached a peak and dipped into pleasure— or what Fred would call, ‘subspace.’.

“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting you, baby?” He hummed, you shook your head, biting your lip to contain your whimpers and moans.

“M’gonna fuck you so rough. Gonna fill you up nice and pretty.”, his words forced the moans you were holding back so desperately to finally spill. “Fuck Freddie!” You exclaimed, “Can feel you clenching around me so tight, baby. Shit- S’this all just because of my voice?” He taunted, you nodded, feeling his words go directly to your clit, stimulating the same feeling Fred got you go close to before.

“I want us to do this again Freddie. Can we please do this again.” You moaned, tugging back at the roots of his hair, “Yeah? Y’wanna do this all again? Gonna make you my permanent little fuck toy.” He grunted, feeling his hips buck ever so slightly.

The small movement drove you over the edge and you clenched down on Fred before releasing all overs cock.

“Fuckin’ hell. Such a slut aren’t ya? Getting off on nothing but my voice.” Fred mocked as you came down from your high, you whined in protest but it came out so quiet it was barely heard by Fred, “Y’know I usually don’t fuck little whores like you but maybe if you ask nicely-“ he began but you were already a step ahead, “Please Freddie. Please, need you to fuck me so bad. Please, I’ll do anything, just fuck me.” You begged, Fred smiled in amusement and grabbed your hips before thrusting upwards.

You moaned loudly and bit at Fred’s shoulder to stop your moans from being to loud.

Fred pushed your head back away from him, “Don’t do that. Wanna hear your pretty moans.” He continued to thrust at a faster pace, groaning at the feeling of your velvet walls around him.

“You know, I’ve wanted to fuck this slutty little hole for so long.” He groaned causing you to throw your head back, “Freddie please.”, “Always had a crush on you.”, Your eyes widened at his words, “Last time I got myself off it was to dirty thoughts about you. I’ve cum in my hands so many times thinking about fucking your tight cunt around me.” He grunted, chasing his own release.

“Shit. M’gonna cum inside you.” He rasped, “I’m going to fill this pretty tummy up until it’s full of my babies.”, You moaned loudly at Fred’s words, legs shaking in anticipation, “Yeah? You want that, baby? You want me to fill you up? Fuck you full of my babies?” He mocked, you nodded desperately, “Yes fuck- please, Freddie. Want you to get me pregnant." You gasped, clawing at Fred’s back.

His pace sped up as he continued to fuck up into you.

Finally you both reached you peaks and toppled over the edge; you releasing over Fred while he came deep inside you.

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“Did you mean it?” You asked as you both lay panting on the bed, calming down from your highs, Fred’s gaze flicked over to you, “Hmm? Mean what?” He hummed, “That you- you had a crush on me…” You mumbled, Fred laughed and rolled over to look at you but your face caused a quick change in his demeanour, “Yes. I meant every word of it.” He said, you nodded, “Even the part after that?” You bit your lip while I smile played on your lips, Fred laughed and kissed your lips, “I love you.” He smiled, “Love you too Freddie.”

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Attention-Seeker

Pairing: Fred Weasley x female reader

Warnings: Smut (minors dni), unprotected sex (cuz fiction), tit sucking, oral (female receiving), handjob, light dirty talk, Fred is kinda a brat

Summary: Fred Weasley is tired of his girlfriend not giving him enough attention.

A/n: No stealing. Like it? Reblog. Make any requests if you want, not sure if I can get to them any time in the near future though.

Finals were in two weeks and you couldn’t afford to waste a single moment. Every minute you had outside of class was being spent holed up in either the library or your dorm cramming and trying to figure out what the fuck was the difference between a fairy and a pixie.

All you could care about was studying; it didn’t matter if other aspects of your life had to be put on the backburner until then, even if it meant ignoring Fred Weasley as he snuggled his face into your stomach as he laid on the bed shirtless.

You weren’t even sure at what point he came in, or even how he managed to sneak up into the girls’ dormitories in the first place. Fred always somehow got past the enchantments that prevented boys from climbing up the stairs; you never questioned it since first off, he’s Fred Weasley, there were very little things he can’t pull off, and also you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer. He had found you sitting on your bed cross-legged, parchments scurried all around as you studied intensely. You were so focused that you hardly even regarded him as he walked over and made himself at home on your comforter.

Fred had tried to grab your attention by striking up conversation, only receiving mere grunts and “hm?” in response. Unfazed, he went on to mindlessly play with your hair as you continued to look over your notes. Running his fingers through your hair, the way he knew got you tingly each time you two got intimate, he casually pushed it to the side in order to place soft ticklish kisses along your shoulder and up your neck.

“Not now,” you muttered, shrugging him off just as he lightly bit your earlobe. “I need to finish this.”

He huffed, and, like the brat he was, adjusted himself in order to lay his head down on your crossed lap; he looked up at you expectedly, amber eyes glittering.

“I don’t have time for this,” you sighed, not setting down your papers but also not pushing him off. “Just go hang out with George or something.”

But go he did not. Fred was unbelievably horny. Ever since exam season arrived, you’ve hardly given your own boyfriend the time of day. Your bedtime activities have hit a sudden hiatus, and Fred wasn’t the type to go cold turkey. He wasn’t leaving this room until he at least got something out of you.

His head remained firmly in your lap and you just decided to leave him be. Time passed and you two remained in that position as Fred continued to try and focus your attention on himself.

He wrapped his arms around your torso, creeping his hands up your shirt in order to fiddle with your bra strap. There was no resistance from you as he unclasped it and pulled it out and began playing with your bare breasts, shirt still on. You bit your lip lightly as he continued to flick you nipples but determinedly focused on your homework. A task that became considerably harder when Fred decided to pull your shirt over his head in order to start sucking on your tits, tongue flicking playfully. You let out a small squeak, and gave him a light-hearted slap on the arm.

“Later!”

All you received in return was a frustrated grunt, but he complied and took his head out. Instead, Fred sat up and pulled his own shirt off, leaving his upper-body completely bare. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, knowing this was his way to try and distract you.

You had always loved looking at Fred’s body. Obviously he was very fit, being the Beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team after all, but it wasn’t in an obnoxious muscular way. It was more subtle, in a way where you only realized how toned he was when your were tracing along his arms, admiring the blanket of freckles that decorated his shoulders. But now wasn’t the time for that.

Casually, he rested his head back on your lap, burying his face into your stomach, snuggling. This much intimacy was fine, you’d allow it. But of course it wasn’t enough for Fred.

It was long before he hands were already exploring your body once more, particularly at the end of your skirt, his fingers inching up your led and tracing your stocking. Eventually he pulled them off— placing a trail of light kisses on your inner thigh, making your breath hitch.

At last, you decided to indulge him just slightly. You though providing him with a little pleasure might let him back off on his advances and finally give yourself room to think. Not even looking up from your notes, you reached down to his trousers and began to palm his cock through the fabric. Fred let out a low groan, lifting himself off your thigh.

His body began to jerk, long limbs stretching across the mattress and hips rutting in the direction of your hand in order to increase the friction. Panting, he cried out your name.

“More…”

“Don’t be greedy,” you said, rustling through your notes. He let out a small whine and shifted, lifting up your leg so he could have a view of your clothed cunt.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he urged, leaning in to leave a firm kiss directly on your clit, still covered under your panties. You just barely held back your moan. “It’ll make for a good stress-reliever…”

He continued this action until he could feel your grip on his cock begin to weaken as you started to submit into the urge. Hearing the papers finally slip out your fingers and scatter to the floor, he silently celebrated and eagerly tugged off your panties.

“Oh, sweetie, how much have you been holding back until now?” he cooed as he admired the view. You were much better at hiding your pleasure than it appeared; your cunt was already dripping and pulsing for satisfaction. Not wanting to waste a single moment, Fred dived in.

You let out a gasp as he ate you out like a dog lapping out of its bowl, leaning back to place your back completely on the bed. His tongue circled your clit just before he began to suck to area, causing you to cry out his name in ecstasy.

“F-fred!” you whimpered, feeling unbelievably turned-on. “I-I–”

“Shh, just let this happen,” he said, head still in between your thighs. “You have no idea how long I’ve been holding back.”

So you simply let out another moan and gripped the sheets as he continued on his work. His tongue swirled inside you and you were just about to reach your peak, a knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter when suddenly he stopped.

Coming up for air, Fred lifted his heads and locked eyes with you. He started to unbuckle his pants.

“Take off your shirt. I want to see your tits bounce as I fuck you dumb. Let all that studying go to waste.”

You listened, swiftly unbuttoning your top as he pulled off his he rest of his clothes. His cock was already hard, and dripping with precum. He helped you out of your skirt before positioning himself to your entrance, hands firmly on your waist.

He pushed himself inside, arising a sharp intake of breath from the both of you. Soon enough, he was thrusting.

You two had been together long enough that it wasn’t wrong until you fell into the right rhythm. Fred’s hips snapped to yours forcefully and you moved your waist to his thrust in order to get his cock deeper inside of you. You couldn’t stop your whines and moans as his pace started to get rougher.

“Yeah? You like that? I can feel yourself getting tighter around m’cock,” Fred grunted, gripping your waist even tighter. He then used one of his hands in order to thumb your clit, increasing the volumes your pleasure to a new level. “Tell me how you feel.”

“Good. I f-feel good,” you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist. “S-so good, Freddy.”

“You better remember this the next time you try to ignore me then,” he growled, leaning over to bite your lightly on the shoulder. “Forget exams. I’m the one you should focus on. OWLs could never make you feel as good as I do.”

“No. Only you,” you breathe, grasping Fred by the neck as he began to leave a trail of marks along your collarbone. He was numbing the rest of your senses. At that moment, he was the only one who existed in the universe. “I only want you right now.”

You could feel him smirk against your skin. Stars were appearing in your eyes and you reached out to kiss him. You could taste yourself in his mouth as your tongues tangled together.

It wasn’t long until you could once again feel the familiar tug in your stomach. The burning pit in your belly. You were just about to be sent over the edge.

“Fred, I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m about to cum, I—” you groan and he continued to thrust into you.

“Cum with me doll.”

In a couple more harsh snaps, you were both groaning, drowning in the pleasures of your orgasms and burning in your bliss.

Fred pulled himself out, causing you to sharply inhale, and he fell down at your side, breathing heavily. You leaned over and placed a kiss on his temple. Just as you were pulling away, he caught a quick kiss on the lips, which you happily leaned into.

“Happy now?” He nodded giddily, wrapping his arms around your waist. You smirk and sit up, releasing yourself from his grasp. “Then could you please let me study now?”

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