be my good girl [f.w x reader]
fred weasley x fem!reader/oc extract from my fic just for a laugh ! I've edited some parts our so anyone who hasn't read the fic can just read it as a one shot! just a little way to celebrate kinktober!!
word count: 2.7k
content warning: 18+ ONLY; nsfw smut; kissing; dom/sub vibe but they’re also switches; begging; teasing/a little derogatory fun; good girl kink; praise kink; wall sex; fingering; fred is v much a dom in this one tho; penetration; ORGASM DENIAL<3
He pressed me against the hard wooden door and I relished at being trapped between two pressures.
Hands running down my body, I hardly cared that we were in full view and without a muffling charm. Anyone could walk into the Common Room and see us, it no longer bothered me. Not when Fred was on my mind.
All I could think of was Fred’s hands slipping under my scrunched shirt, pressing softly on my warm skin.
All I could hear in my mind was Fred’s desperate pleas of more, more, more, more.
All I knew was Fred; the world falling silent when he was near.
Though, with my desperation to have more of him – to inhale his very essence – I knew we weren’t in the most practical of positions to do that.
I detached myself from him with great effort, slowly untying our knotted desires to regain a sense of control.
“Dorm?” I asked, too antsy to form a complete sentence.
He was the same, for all he could muster up as a response was a nod.
Hurrying up the stairs, I threw our door open with more force than necessary but, with Fred and my own uncontrollable desire pumping through me like a second heart, logic flew out the window – replaced with a hum of scorching intensity.
As quick as the door opened, it was shut once more – finally giving us the privacy we needed.
I pushed him against the entrance, as he had done downstairs, and smirked when I heard him gasp brerathlessly.
Hands fumbling with excitement, I began to work on his buttons.
He went lack under my touch, allowing me to strip him of his uniform with haste to reveal his muscled, strong figure – toned through endless hours of quidditch training. His arms held most of his strength and I felt it as they wrapped roughly around me, pulling me toward his hardened, bare chest.
He didn’t have to tell me what he wanted – what he needed – for me to know. I felt it, like an electric pulse pinging in the back of my skull and moving throughout my muscles, urging me to touch him where he craved me most.
My thigh pressed between his legs, slowly spreading them further apart so I could slot myself comfortably between him – bringing us much closer.
With the pressure of my leg, Fred jittered, breathing through his nose as his hips reflexively ground down upon our small connection.
His desperate, pleading eyes met my wicked ones and I watched him unravel bit by bit.
I watched as his dominant, brazen glint faded to a dull hum as he became overwhelmed with his eager strain, a wanton affection warmly dusting his expression. He began to utter a mantra, just one simple word.
My name. Over and over – begging, yearning, starved for more of me.
His hands, I only just noticed, had started to toy with my buttons, eagerly plucking them one by one.
As he fiddled with my shirt, I turned my nimble fingers to his belt.
With a hurried shuffle of our clothes, he arched before me with naked ferocity. As I stepped out of my skirt, the only thing separating us now was my underwear.
It was nothing I hadn’t seen before but, with it always felt like the first time – excited anticipation rocked me at the thought of touching him, feeling the skin that I knew purred and yearned for me.
He was the first to act upon the lust that kept the silent air pulsing with an electric ache, movements so swift they caught me off guard – but I hardly cared when it was his hands controlling me.
Gripped under his strong arms, he whipped us around and switched our positions. My naked back now against the door as he towered over me, strong arms pressing close to my sides. Trapped under his weight I shuddered, my core throbbing with intense voracity.
“I can’t wait,” he breathed, pecking my lips agonisingly slow, drawing out our emotions to a sharpened point that I craved on my neck, “I need you, love, right now.”
A gasp caught in my throat as pleasure perked throughout me, heaving my bosom closer to his.
Sliding my underwear off and throwing them into the depths of the room, my eyes never left his. “You have me.”
With his arms caging me in, he moved one hand to stroke at the familiar core that longed for his touch. With a long, languid stroke, a sigh washed over me as my hands grasped his shoulders – knowing I’d need to hang on for what was to come next.
Eyes locked on mine, he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking what he had just explored.
I whimpered, wishing I could feel more of his mouth on me. He knew how much I needed him all too well, a chuckle passed by his lips and vibrated through me. He loved watching me weak and fervent at such small acts of pleasure.
Gripping tighter now, I was in agony for more of him. I needed his fullness.
Ducking below again, eyes locked on me, he swiped over my clit and I jolted in his arms, gasping when he pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck. I felt his sinful smile upon my skin, Merlin what I wouldn't give to see his mouth dripping with my slickness.
His fingers teased my entrance, stroking in time with the thumps of our hearts before plunging in harshly, causing my mouth to drop open and a squeak of pleasure to settle on his ears.
As he fucked me with his fingers against the door, one of my hands slipped further down his body – moving by its own accord, it brushed against the tip of his hard, straining member. He shuddered through my light touches, breathing heavily into my neck as my hands settled around him and slowly, teasingly began to stroke.
I felt the trembling pulse of his heart as his eyes fluttered shut and we both began to grind against each other’s advances. I hoisted myself against his fingers, pumping them into myself with a fervour that screamed more. The feel of his pulsing member told me he, too, was aching to slam himself into my tight core.
“Merlin, you feel so good. I- fuck,” he stammered as my thumb flicked his slit once more, “wanna be inside you, think we can manage ‘gainst the door? Can’t be fucked movin’, don’t wanna wa-ait,” he sighed again as I stroked his length agonisingly slow, feeling every vein and edge.
Warmth stirred in my depths, I didn’t know how we were going to execute this – maybe with magic, maybe with each other as a crutch? I didn’t care. I was desperate to have him in every filthy way imaginable.
I could only let one word through as his fingers slammed into me.
“Please.”
It dripped from my lips like a plea but I wanted him – longed for him – that badly.
Our touching slowly came to a stop, letting the pressure building up inside of me relax only slightly.
Before we began, he pressed a kiss to my lips – full of endearment. “Might be hard to get it right and everything but if it’s terrible, we’ll move – yeah?”
I nodded, his tongue darted out to swipe at my lip.
His eyes, gazing lovingly into mine, dropped to where our intimacies hummed in heat. I lifted one of my legs up, Fred holding it with a firm grip to stabilise us through the upcoming pleasure. I leant it as far up as I could, barely hooking my ankle over his shoulder as his height practically dwarfed me, but his touch made sure I was comfortable before we took the next luxurious step.
With his lips softly on mine, filling me with his hot and wet passion, he finally plunged himself into me and I groaned openly against his mouth.
For a moment, we remained intimately joined – getting used to this new, deep angle and giving me time to douse the stars that lit up my vision with this frightfully deep sensation. He pulsed further than he'd ever gone before.
Panting into my mouth with heavy pleasure, Fred began to move slowly.
I felt his breathless, desperate strain as he pushed deeper inside to answer my lustful, crazed wish for more of him. He was bursting in my head with waves of breathless euphoria, exploring my deepest intimacy.
My pleasure was at its boiling point, threatening to spill over as he thrust harder inside of me – practically begging me to come undone as he filled me so deeply. I felt nothing besides his huge, pulsing cock.
Yet, his words ordered me differently.
“Don’t cum,” he whispered in my ear, pecking my cheek and I held back a shuddering cry.
Gripping the ends of his hair with nothing else to grab onto, I strained against his movements, holding myself back to be good for him.
He quickened his pace, plunging faster into my desperate, reddened core. Pressure built inside of me with every thrust, a burning pleasure swirling through my lower body as it begged for a release at the feel of Fred.
“Freddie,” I panted, “p-please.”
I flung my head back, moaning through my panting breath, as I felt his wicked kiss run down my veins, teasing and jostling my bundle of nerves from the inside as he slammed into my g-spot.
“Not yet, you ‘aven’t learnt ya manners, love,” he smirked over my lips, slamming himself harder into me.
“I have, I have, I have,” I panted, begging for release as the chasm inside filled and strained.
I wanted him to feel how pathetic he had made me – I’d become weak at the knees for his advances and I’d resist the temptation of release just to prove I was his for whatever he wanted. He could do anything and I would obey, desperate to please.
I arched with strain, peppering whines against his ear and made my desperate, filthy calls for more of him fill his mind. Alongside this, I sent bites of lust – gnawing at his neck with a greedy desire. As I sucked his skin, I whispered and stammered, begging for his pleasure streaming inside me or swallowed down my throat. I salivated at the thought.
"C-Cum in me, Freddie," I hummed. "Fill me up. R-Ruin me, m-make me yours. I need i-it. I need your cum dripping between my legs." I leant against him, hanging off his side as he slammed into me while I begged pathetically.
I heard his breath jitter as I continued with my intimate teasing and I let a smirk fill my face, as much as I craved him I knew I was beckoning him to the edge too.
Filling him with gratifying indulgence, I hoped it would satisfy the thrumming sexuality quivering between my legs – a chant that beat hungrily - thirsty for his release dripping throughout me.
Panting in his ear, laying kisses upon his neck, I thrust myself alongside him, bouncing up and down with only the wooden door and his hand, clasping tight on my upper thigh, to stabilise me.
I felt his fingers dig into me, dragging teasingly across my skin as I increased our pleasure twofold. My incessant beg for release was all that filled our hot, silent room. Panting bursts of pleading absorbing us as I felt every thrust inside me like a new pleasure.
All of a sudden, I felt his fullness no longer.
He dropped our intimacy roughly, sliding out of me and letting my leg drop to the floor.
He stared at me, chest heaving, “where are your manners, dear?” He loomed over me, my neediness clenching for his return. “You must just be so desperate for this that you forgot them.”
His hand came to settle on my arse, pinching roughly, causing me to wince.
“Be good and you’ll get what you want,” he whispered, darkened eyes roaming my body and I nodded wordlessly, frozen under his temptation.
“You really are just my little whore,” he bit my lip, pulling it as he watched my eyes waver and fill with lust. “Bed,” he stated, “now.”
Without a second thought, I hurried over there, a smack on my arse from Fred helping propel me forward.
“Good girl,” he hummed, standing beside the bed as he watched me splayed out, ready for whatever he wanted.
Dragging his eyes down my body, I writhed under his gaze, wishing it was his hands touching me rather than his intense stare.
“Beautiful,” he whispered in my ear with such sincerity it made me mewl, arching my back toward him as he kissed my cheek softly.
With ease, he climbed atop me, now looming above as he pinned me down with his strength.
He brought his lips back to my ear, sparing another gaze down my body. “I’ll fuck the attitude right out of you,” he threatened sweetly, sliding quickly into my wet, stretched core.
Overwhelmed with pleasure and how right it felt to have him inside, I strained and lurched myself upward, guiding his cock further, deeper, inside of me.
Kissing down my neck, he thrust faster and with every kiss, every thrust, every feeling of him, I felt simple pinpricks of pleasure expand into a lovely, enthralling desire.
I was at his whim, possessed by his lust.
I felt, too, how close he had become, straining against the urge to let go if only to teach me a lesson. Manners had flown out the window, replaced by improper eroticism.
While he captivated me physically, answering all my sensual, impure desires within, I decided to bewitch him externally.
I brought my legs to straddle his waist, forcing him further into me, letting the wet sounds of our joined intimacies echo alongside our wanton cries and sighs. He stuttered through his breaths, his lovesick torment becoming his weakness.
He leant into me, weak for more of my beguiling touch as I brought my hand to clutch his ginger hair, slipping him down to my mouth and kissing him openly. I chuckled wickedly against his lips which caused him to falter further, his thrusts becoming strained with our shared craving.
I felt myself wincing if only to hold back the release I was desperate for him to feel. I wanted to be good for him, to hear his sighs of praise.
Every thrust he rocked into me was dragging me closer to my limit. He slid up into my longing, pulsating core I struggled against the pressure, the pleasure melting my mind as Fred overtook my body and soul with his ferocious cock.
I heard him stammer through every curse word in his vocabulary as I continued to stroke him against my slickness, now slamming myself down on his length for good measure.
His swears were strained through gritted teeth as he quickened his pace, flicking his fingers over my erect nipples to tease me for my fiendish behaviour.
“’M close,” he whispered to me, hands turning to grasp at my hips as he guided me deeper on his aching length.
Feeling the jitters of his cock against my longing pleasure, I swarmed his mind – begging and hungry for the release we both craved. "Please, Freddie..." I whispered breathily. "Breed me, make me your good girl forever."
"Fucking slut," he quipped. "So desperate for me, such a good girl for me - so hungry for my cu-cum." I felt his member pump pleasurable bursts of his relief inside of me, filling me with what I craved and, with his twitching member, he uttered the words I longed to hear.
"Cum for me, darling. Show me just how good you are." I jolted upward, sliding against his cock as I allowed myself to finally come unravelled over his length.
He gasped when, just recovering from his own release, he now felt my walls clench with an eager stammer around him.
Our slick desires mixed and we breathed our first heaves of satisfaction.
As our heartbeats returned to the same steady thrum, he slid pleasingly out of me, rolling to his side of the bed as we stared up at the ceiling, panting as one.
“Lesson learned?” He asked, laughing through his gasped breaths.