CATE

hot girls belong to gryffindor (me)!

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✧˖ cate. she!her. eighteen. proud gryffindor. latina baby! certified daydreamer. old lana del rey & harry potter enthusiast. freddie’s favourite girlfriend. english isn’t my first language.

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I NEED FRED WEASLEY RIGHT NOWWWWWWW

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tom hardy filming warrior (2011)

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dios te amo enfermo

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sloppily making out with fred weasley in the slytherin party

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mf fred weasley would have a tongue piercing and be a fucking ASSHOLE with it

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i wanna be fucked by fred weasley SO bad

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fred weasley is a certified eaterrrrr

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FRED is a waist-obsessed bf.

He’s always been clingy, and this obsession proves it.

He swears he can spot you from across the Great Hall just by the way your robes cinch at the middle.

He’s not subtle at all, girl, whether you’re cooking, reading, or talking to someone, Fred’s arms are around your waist like it’s his personal anchor.

He would also rest his chin on your shoulder (bless the height difference) and hum obnoxiously until you giggle or threatens to hex him.

In tense moments—Order meetings, post-battle problems—his hand finds your waist instinctively. It’s grounding, protective, and a silent “I’ve got you.”

George makes fun of him because of how he looks like a gum stuck to you.

Fred has a habit of whispering sweet nothings directly into your side when he’s hugging you from behind. It’s ticklish and ridiculous and you love it.

“Oi, did you know you’re the reason I failed Potions?”

“Fred, what—” “Couldn’t concentrate. Too busy daydreaming about holding you like this”

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fred weasley x reader please thank you

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fred and george weasley would LOVE the amazing world of gumball, you cannot change my mind

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the amount of thingssssss i would do to see fred’s face while im jerking him off omfg

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forever thinking about this video

creds fr3dweasleysgf on tt

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crazy that mattheo riddle is having more attention than fred weasley (not hate) (love matt btw)

i mean the first thing that appears on my blog is mattheo riddle x reader, like HONEY I WANT MY BABY FRED

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A dose of truth

Fred Weasley x reader mdni

Setting: 6th Year, Hogwarts

Genre: Romantic comedy, smutty fluff, slow burn with chaotic truth spills light smut talk

Summery: George and Lee thought it would be funny to slip some truth serum into Fred’s butterbeer how could an innocent joke turn into such chaos

Ps: the truth serum lasts a lot longer than it realistically would 🤫

Part 1: The Joke That Should’ve Stayed a Joke

It began with a prank.

Like most terrible, brilliant ideas in Fred Weasley’s life, it started with laughter and ended in chaos.

“C’mon,” Lee whispered to George behind the broom shed, glancing down at the tiny vial of Veritaserum pinched between his fingers. “Just a drop or two. He’s been far too smug lately.”

George snorted. “You mean he’s been rubbing in the fact that he beat you at Strip Exploding Snap.”

“I wasn’t that naked.”

“You were down to socks.”

Lee scowled. “He cheated.”

“He always cheats.”

Which was exactly why they felt this was justified. A little dose in Fred’s butterbeer at dinner, a few cheeky questions, and maybe a public confession or two about how he once wet the bed in second year. Easy fun. Harmless.

They didn’t know.

They didn’t realize.

Fred Weasley was harbouring filth. Deep, obsessive, terrifyingly horny filth—and every single thought centred around you.

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Dinner was uneventful at first.

You sat across the table from Fred, laughing with Ginny and Hermione, unaware that two mischievous bastards had slipped your longtime friend a potion designed to bypass every filter he had.

He was already three sips in when he locked eyes with you.

And then the spiral began.

She’s so fucking fit. That skirt should be illegal. Merlin’s saggy left nut, her lips look like heaven. I wonder if she knows I’d crawl through the Forbidden Forest just to lick her neck.

Fred’s face went pink.

“Fred?” you asked, noticing his expression.

He blinked, shook his head quickly. “Nothing. Fine. I’m fine. Dandy. Peachy.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You look like you swallowed a Niffler.”

“Probably deserves it,” Lee muttered, nudging George.

Then George, grinning wide, leaned in across the table. “Hey Fred, who would you say has the best… assets in Gryffindor?”

Fred’s mouth opened. “Y/N’s tits could end wars.”

Silence.

You choked on your pumpkin juice. Ron dropped a fork. Hermione’s mouth fell open.

Fred blinked, then smacked his own forehead. “Oh bollocks.”

Lee’s expression morphed into horror. “That was… not what I expected.”

George grabbed Fred by the arm. “We’re leaving.”

“I’d let her ride my face for hours,” Fred added as he was yanked from the bench.

“FRED!” Hermione shrieked.

You sat frozen in place, mouth slightly open, cheeks burning red.

What the actual fuck was that?

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Part 2: The Escape Plan

“WHAT were you thinking?” Fred hissed in the dorm later that night, pacing like a man possessed. “Truth serum? Veritaserum?! On me?! Have you met me?”

“To be fair,” George said, trying not to laugh, “we thought we’d get you to admit to stealing Lee’s Quidditch socks. Not…”

“That I wank to the sound of her voice?!”

Lee winced. “Yeah, that was… vivid.”

Fred dragged a hand through his hair. “She’s never going to look at me again.”

“Well, she did look at you. Her face was redder than a tomato.”

“She probably thinks I’m a creep!”

“You are a creep,” George muttered. “But a very charming one.”

Fred groaned. “I need to avoid her.”

“What? Why?”

“Because if I see her again, I’ll say something worse. You don’t know what I think about.”

Lee raised an eyebrow. “Worse than wanting to be her human furniture?”

Fred gave them a haunted look. “So much worse.”

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Part 3: The First Confrontation

You tried to corner him two days later.

He was fleeing the Great Hall like a man on fire.

“Fred!” you called, jogging after him. “Oi! Slow down!”

Fred turned a corner and ran straight into Peeves.

“Bugger,” he muttered.

That gave you time to catch up. You grabbed his sleeve. “Are you seriously avoiding me?”

“I—no—yes—I mean—don’t take it personally!”

“I am taking it personally!”

Fred backed into the wall, looking anywhere but at you. “It’s the serum. I didn’t mean to say all that.”

“But you did say it.”

“I didn’t want to!”

“But you meant it.”

Fred whimpered. “Merlin, yes, I meant it! Have you seen yourself?! Your legs go on forever and I’ve literally written poems about your arse in Divination!”

You blinked. “…What?”

“I once dropped a book on purpose just to watch you bend over,” Fred said helplessly. “You moaned when you picked it up and I nearly fainted.”

Your mouth dropped open.

Just then, George appeared.

“There you are!” he said loudly, grabbing Fred’s arm. “Come on, we’ve got detention, remember?”

Fred practically leapt away from you.

“I’LL WRITE YOU A LETTER!” he shouted over his shoulder as George dragged him off.

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Part 4: The Confessions Escalate

By the fourth time, you weren’t even surprised.

You found Fred alone in the Astronomy Tower, hiding behind a tapestry.

He looked up at you with a guilty expression. “I was hoping you wouldn’t find me.”

“I always find you.”

He sighed. “I know. You smell like ink and sugar quills. It’s—ugh—it’s delicious.”

You bit your lip.

He stood slowly. “I’ve imagined you riding me in that chair in McGonagall’s classroom.”

“Fred.”

“In the library. Up against the restricted section. I’d lift your skirt and—fuck, I need to shut up.”

Your legs went weak.

“I can’t stop, Y/N. Every time I see you, my brain goes straight to filth. You make me feel like I’m thirteen again and discovering what a hard-on is.”

You opened your mouth—just as Lee’s voice echoed from below.

“Fred, come on! You said five minutes!”

Fred sighed in relief. “Saved by the bastard.”

You grabbed his sleeve. “One day, they won’t be around to save you.”

Fred’s expression changed. “And on that day, I’m going to ruin you.”

Fred avoided you for another week.

You couldn’t so much as glance at him without George or Lee flanking him like Aurors on guard duty. If you sat down beside him, one of them magically needed him somewhere else. Every time he opened his mouth, one of them interrupted.

And yet… the things he did manage to say?

They haunted you.

“You make me feel like I’m thirteen again and discovering what a hard-on is.”

“I’ve imagined you riding me in that chair in McGonagall’s classroom.”

“You moaned and I nearly fainted.”

You replayed them in bed. At breakfast. During bloody Charms. And worst of all: Fred knew it.

Because every time your eyes met across the Great Hall or a corridor, he’d flush deep red and mutter something under his breath you couldn’t quite catch.

And you were getting impatient.

Dangerously so.

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The Breaking Point

It was late.

The Gryffindor common room had thinned out to just a few scattered students dozing near the fire. You were curled up in an armchair with a Transfiguration book you weren’t really reading.

And then Fred walked in.

Alone.

Your heart nearly exploded.

He froze when he saw you.

You didn’t even hesitate. “Sit down.”

Fred looked torn between bolting or throwing himself into the fire.

“Fred.”

He gave in with a heavy sigh and slumped onto the sofa across from you. His legs spread wide, one hand gripping the back of his neck.

“George and Lee aren’t here to save you this time,” you said.

“I noticed,” he muttered.

You closed your book. “Then tell me.”

Fred stared into the flames for a long moment, jaw tight, lips parted like he was catching his breath.

And then—

“I think about fucking you more than I think about food.”

Your entire body went still.

Fred didn’t stop.

“I wake up hard. Every morning. From dreams about you. Last week I came in my pants because I dreamed you were sitting on my face.”

Your legs pressed together instinctively.

Fred’s voice dropped, ragged and low. “You were begging. Grinding down on me. Your thighs shaking. I could taste you in the dream.”

You swallowed hard.

Fred ran a hand over his face. “Every time you wear that little skirt—the grey one—I imagine you bent over a desk. I’d lift it, pull your knickers to the side, and fuck you so hard the books fall off.”

Your thighs clenched.

“I want you to make those little sounds I’ve only ever imagined. I want to bury my face between your legs and not come up for air. I want your fingers in my hair while I make you fall apart.”

“Fred…” you whispered.

“I want to ruin every surface in this bloody castle with you. I want your nails down my back, your voice hoarse from screaming my name.”

Your breath hitched. “Jesus.”

“And it’s not just sex,” he went on, words speeding up like they were desperate to escape. “It’s you. It’s your laugh. The way you make me feel like I’m flying when you look at me. I love you. I’m completely, helplessly, humiliatingly in love with you.”

Silence.

Fred stared at you, chest rising and falling hard, like he’d just run a marathon. “And I wasn’t supposed to say any of that. I was supposed to keep pretending I was fine.”

You were on your feet before your brain could catch up.

You crossed the room in three long strides, grabbed him by the collar, and kissed him.

It was fire. Messy. Desperate. Your fingers tangled in his hair, his hands gripping your hips like he’d die if he let go.

He moaned against your mouth, and it shot straight through your core.

You pulled back just enough to speak. “Fred?”

“Yeah?”

“Still under the serum?”

“Wearing off,” he whispered. “But I’d say it anyway.”

You kissed him again, harder.

Fred groaned, pulling you into his lap without warning, and you straddled him without hesitation. His hands dragged up your thighs, pushing your skirt up until his palms were hot against your bare skin.

“You’re even better than the dreams,” he mumbled, lips brushing your neck.

“Then make new ones,” you breathed. “With me.”

Fred’s grin was sinful. “Witch, I’m going to ruin you.”

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oh god the way filthy disgustingly horny fred gets me is INSANE

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ngl i love all the mattheo riddle shi

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fred weasley is SUCH a fucking perv (only w you of course)(in a veeeery good way, not a creepy one)

and you will NEVER EVER change my mind.

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Bestfriend!Fred with no boundaries teaches you how to have sex

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You weren't sure what had made you so insecure recently. Maybe it was the fact that you were the only virgin in your dorm now that Katie had gotten with Oliver. Or maybe it was the fact that you'd been too scared to do anything more than snog someone at a party. Either way, you were feeling the pressure to experience what the rest of your peers were currently indulging in. The only issue was that you were too scared to make a move on anyone due to your lack of experience, so really the whole situation was an unfortunate cycle of anxiety and naivety that kept you a virgin mary. And that's how you found yourself approaching your best friend Fred in the common room.

"Hi," you said meekly, dropping onto the couch next to him. He shut his book and slung his arm over the couch.

"Hello, darling," he purred, reaching his hand over to play with your hair. You sighed and pouted, earning a chuckle from the redhead. "What's bothering you, love." He knew right away that something was off. Of course he did.

"Well," you cleared your throat, "I was hoping you could help me with... a favor." You grinned shyly at him.

"Well," he drawled, offering you a teasing smile, "Tell me what I can do for you." You groaned as your head rolled onto the back of the couch. You were already regretting coming over here.

"I- ugh this is humiliating," you groaned and covered your face. You could hear him chuckle under his breath. "Stop laughing at me." You snapped, giving him an angry glare which only made him smile wider.

"I'm not laughing at you, Y/N," he said sincerely, putting his hands up in defense, "spit it out already."

"Okay, okay," you breathed, "so you know how I... well how I've never... done more than... y'know." You huffed trying to get him to understand without actually saying it out loud.

"How you're a complete and total virgin?" He smirked, earning a smack from you.

"Fred!" you scolded. He laughed and it almost broke through your utter embarrassment. "But, yes. How I'm a complete and total virgin." You covered your face with your hands again. You could hear him chuckle as he attempted to pry your fingers off your face.

"Love, you know I'm not judging you," he said, pulling your hands down. You let his hand rub gently across your cheek, and your body relaxed. He would never judge you, and that's exactly why you were here. "So what's up?" "Okay, well I want to.. y'know," you rolled your eyes causing him to laugh, "But I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing... and I need help." You huffed and looked up at Fred to gage his reaction. That smirk was still plastered on face but was now accompanied by a raised brow. "Oh? And so you want me to..." He dragged on, teasing you. You groaned again. He loved teasing you, and watching the blush spread across your cheeks only provoked him more.

"I want you to... teach me." You looked up at him through your lashes, hoping that he wouldn't reject you.

"I can teach you, darling," he purred, "what are best friends for?" You bit your lip, nervous and excited that he had actually agreed to this. It was weird, knowing the two of you were about to cross a line. At the same time though, you were closer to him than anyone else. This wouldn't change anything, you were sure of it.

"Okay," you breathed, "so what do I do first?" He chuckled and looked around the room. It wasn't too busy, most everyone either at dinner or studying for exams. George and Lee sat in the corner playing cards loudly.

"Well, we can't do anything here," he hummed, standing up. You looked up at him with your brows furrowed. "Come up with me?" He stuck his hand out for you. You hesitantly nodded and took his hand. As he led you up the winding stairs towards his dorm, you were suddenly overly aware. You could feel the nerves begin to course through your body the way they always did when a boy was leading you somewhere private. Fred seemed to sense this as he shut the door to his room behind you.

"You know we'll stop whenever you want to love," he hummed, stroking his thumb across yours. You nodded, the words stuck in your throat. "Are you nervous?" You nodded again, letting a chuckle fall through your lips.

"I- I'm nervous. That's why I've never done anything before," you admitted, the blush on your face burning even more as Fred stepped forward took your face into his hand.

"Just tell me if you don't like it, okay?" Fred asked, waiting for your consent.

"Okay," you whispered, nodded slightly as you looked up at him. You watched him wet his lips with his tongue.

"Can I kiss you?" He breathed. You nodded again and held your breath as he bent down to close the space between you. A involuntary gasp left your lips when he kissed you gently, his hand finding the small of your back. You tentatively kissed him back, melting into him as his thumb swiped against your cheek in the way it had so many times before. Except it was different this time. You were kissing your best friend and he was walking you back towards the bed. You gasped when your legs hit the edge, and Fred chuckled into your lips.

"I'm assuming you've gotten this far before?" He asked, pressing his forehead against yours. He was breathing heavy from your kiss, and it was certainly a sight to see, his lips red and slick.

"Mhmm," you nodded. Although, you weren't sure if anyone had kissed you like this before.

"Good," he breathed, "I'm going to lay you on the bed now, okay?" You nodded eagerly, earning a slight chuckle from Fred. Your incoming blush was hidden when he came forward once again to take you into a kiss. This time it was deeper, and wetter. His hands found their way under you as he pushed you back onto the bed. You let out a noise as your head hit the pillow and he fell over you, connecting your lips again. He could feel your hesitancy in your actions as he kissed you, your hands staying by your sides.

"You can touch me," he smiled, taking your hand and putting it on his chest. You sucked in a breath.

"O-Okay," you fluttered, hesitantly running your finger over his collar bones.

"Good girl," he whispered as he came to kiss you for the third time. Your eyes reflexively rolled back into your head, a wave of something washing through your body. You had almost forgotten about the nerves, your body overwhelmed with feeling as your best friends hands explored down the sides of your body. His knee separated your legs in a way that almost bothered you, and that feeling was exacerbated as his thumb swiped across the front of your hip. You whined into the kiss to your complete embarrassment. Fred hummed to this.

"Did that feel good?" He asked, peppering a kiss on your jaw. You grasped his shirt collar.

"Yes? I think so," you quavered as he hummed into your neck.

"It's supposed to feel good, love. You don't have the be embarrassed," you could feel his smile against your skin, making you squirm with fluster. His hand slid up your leg to the edge of your leg.

"Do you like this?"

You nodded fervently.

"Use your words."

"Yes," you breathed out as his hand slid under your back, "I like it." It seemed that was all it took for Fred to start absolutely devouring you. You had certainly never been kissed like this before, and you wondered if everyone kissed like this or if it was just Freddie. He grunted into the kiss as he lifted your leg up slightly, pressing his hips into yours. This made you moan into his mouth, and you instantly cringed at the sound of yourself. He chuckled into the kiss and pressed his thumb back over your hip.

"Love, it's okay to make noise. In fact, I hope you'll be doing a lot more of that with this next bit," Fred reassured you, going back to peppering kisses on your neck. Were you the only one getting a bit carried away here?

"W-what's next?" you groaned in delight and his lips sucked in a nice spot.

"Have you ever been touched before?" He pulled back to look at your face.

"No," you muttered with a small shake of your head.

"Have you ever touched yourself before, darling?" He asked gently, his thumb continuing to swipe across your hip. You nodded and blushed crimson.

"Y-yes, but I've never," you shook your head.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" He asked so casually, as if this didn't make the heat rush down from your cheeks to your stomach. You weren't sure what you were expecting when Fred had agreed to teach you some new things, but you supposed this was a good start.

"Yes, please," you whispered. Fred smiled at your response, you had always been the polite type. He pushed himself off of you and began unbuttoning his shirt, towering over you as you laid sprawled on the bed. Your eyes caught on his large, freckled chest before you reckoned you should probably be doing the same. You stayed on your back as you began to clumsily unbutton your top. Your eyes stayed on Fred's fingers, his smirked dancing in the edges of your vision. You'd seen Fred shirtless countless times, but never from this angle. The way his fingers moved down his abdomen and closer to his... you were losing focus. He stripped his shirt off before coming over you to help you with yours. As he undid the last button, his eyes dropped to your breasts. His hand reach out gently to caress your waist as he lowered himself over you.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" He breathed, waiting for your consent.

"Okay," You whispered, this time coming up yourself to initiate the kiss. You had never felt this want before building inside of you, wishing that his body would press into your own. His hands explored your body, touching new places and waiting for you to sigh in approval. First they crept up the sides of your waist, then under your breasts to cup and squeeze them, which you found out you liked. You made an embarrassing squeal as he lightly rolled your nipple, which only made him do it again. His hand then traced its way down your stomach and over the front of your skirt. He pulled away for a second which made you whine and nod your head. Fred chuckled lowly as he dropped his hand down even lower, until the tips of his fingers grazed the front of your panties. It already felt better than anytime you'd touched yourself. You felt like you were going to explode when he rubbed down the front of you with his palm. You moaned into the kiss, unable to restrain yourself from bucking your hips up. You could feel yourself start to gush as his hand ghosted over your wet panties. "Next step, princess," He said, pushing your panties to the side as he searched your face for any hesitancy. At this point, your body felt as though it needed him to touch you or you would die.

"Please, Freddie," you pleaded, your hands clenching the sheets beside you. He smiled slyly in satisfaction.

"You're so well behaved, Y/N," he praised teasingly, his finger running down your slit, "such a good student." You groaned at his teasing words as his fingers ran over your clit, a shock of pleasure rushing through your body. Your hands came up to grasp his arms as his fingers moved over your clit, again and again. His eyes stayed on your face, watching as each wave of pleasure washed over you. Your stomach was beginning to knot when he dipped his finger into your entrance, moving slowly and asking for permission.

“I’ve never done that before,” your voice came out in a whine as his fingers came back up to make circles over your clit. He let out a low chuckle that sounded more like a groan.

“Do you want me to show you what it feels like?” He asked, his supporting hand grabbing the back of your neck as he ran a long swipe over your slit, making your whole body shiver. You supposed you should be embarrassed, making these faces and noises in front of your best friend. But it felt too good to care and all you wanted was to feel his fingers inside of you.

“Y-yes, show me,” you stuttered coming up to kiss Fred again, needing more of him. He breathed into the kiss as his finger grazed over your clit and down to your entrance, pushing into you ever so slightly. You were so tight, and the fact that you’d never been touched here before made Fred pant at the thought.

“Just relax, darling.” He cooed, rubbing his thumb over the back of your neck that he still held tightly in his hand. “You’re doing such a good job.” He thrust his finger in slowly, causing you to clench around him. It felt good, unfamiliar, but good. As his finger moved in then out again, you were starting to realize why everyone was so obsessed with sex. The sight of Fred panting over you didn’t hurt either.

“Fred, I- I think,” was all you could manage before you felt the knot in your stomach suddenly pulsate. A loud whine left your lips as his thumb swiped over your clit another time, sending you over the edge.

“That’s it, cum for me Y/N,” Fred encouraged, holding your head as your back arched off the bed. Unwillingly, your body writhed with pleasure as waves of your orgasm rocked through your core. Fred’s fingers begin to slow down as he kissed in the crooked of your neck, you hips slowly rocking against his hand and the last bits of pleasure drained out from you. He gave you one last kiss before pulling his finger out of you, leaving you with an empty feeling. All you could do was pant as you laid there frozen with pleasure, red and sweaty from the experience. Fred smiled down at you cheekily as he wiped your damp hair out of your face.

“How do you feel, love?” He asked, continuing to brush down your messy hair with his hands. He knows how much you hate looking disorderly, but he had to admit, you looked damn good in this position.

“I mean, that was really good,” you chuckled, covering your face with your hands again and closing your legs up. Fred chuckled and fell beside you, starting to button up your top.

“Well that’s only the first part of your lessons, but I think that’s enough for today,” he hummed, leaning over to kiss your head as he finished the last button. You groaned and rolled over to face him. You couldn’t help but stare down his body, noticing his length bulging through his khakis.

“Aren’t I supposed to do something back?” You bit your lip, running your finger down his chest. Fred stopped your hand as you reached his waistline.

“You’re not supposed to do anything, Y/N,” Fred chimed, “but if you want to learn, I can teach you that, too.” He sent you a wink and a laugh as your cheeks blushed crimson again. You rolled onto your back and let out a chuckle.

“How much more is there to learn?” You thought aloud, still in a dream state from your first orgasm.

“Well on a scale of sex god to complete and total virgin, I’d say you’re still on the latter side of the spectrum,” Fred joked, earning another slap from you.

“Oh, shut up. Just help me learn, okay?” You asked sheepishly. Fred chuckled again and smoothed down your skirt.

“That can be arranged.”

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