The crowd roared as Fred punted the bludger away from Angelina, mere inches from hitting her straight in the face and knocking her off her broom. She jerked in the air, startled, but quickly regained her composure and sped off to score yet another ten points for Gryffindor.
"And he does it again! Fred Weasley saves the team captain from the Slytherin team!" Lee Jordan's voice boomed throughout the stadium as Gryffindors cheered and Slytherins scowled. Fred waved his bat above his head in victory as Lee continued, "Really impressive she didnât fall off considering I almost fell off this podium when I saw Goyle's toad-face --" The microphone screeched and Lee's voice disappeared as Professor Mcgonagall snatched the microphone from his hand and scolded him. Lee merely grinned at her.
Goyle's face did look particularly toadlike today, and his already ruddy face was slowly turning into a darker shade of scarlet.
Fred waggled his fingers at Goyle who was now speeding off, "Sorry mate, better luck next time!" He allowed himself one more celebratory loop in the air before he caught George's eye from a few hundred feet away. He was waving his arms in the air at his brother and yelling something Fred could not quite understand.
"What? George, I can't hear you!"
Fred weaved through the players and realized George was pointing. When he got close enough, George yelled again, "DOUBLE BLUDGER!" He jabbed his fingers at Fred's right and left sides, and Fred whipped his head around just in time to see a bludger flying at him.
He managed to drop a few feet in the air and avoid having his skull smashed in. The two bludgers crashed in the air above him; Crabbe and Goyle had teamed up to take Fred out. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Goyle racing away. Fred yelled after them, "OI, YOU TROLL, do you even know how Quidditch works!" They high-fived each other and sniggered, triggering a burst of anger in his chest.
Fred narrowed his eyes at the them in the distance. Suddenly, George was at his side.
"Mate, don't pay attention to them, you have to focus! We can test a puking pastille on them later, I promise!"
Fred nodded curtly, but his mind had not shifted. As he flew away, he saw a one bludger flying towards Harry, another flying towards Katie Bell.
He alerted George but he had already seen it and was speeding towards Katie. Fred turned midair to fly towards and unaware Harry, who was concentrating on finding his tiny gold target. Maybe the anger served as fuel, because he arrived at Harry's side long before he could be hit and smacked the heavy ball away.
Harry called over his shoulder, "Thanks mate!" Before returning to his search for the snitch.
Fred was still breathing heavily, but not from the exhilaration of the match. His eyes were still trained on the opposing team's beaters.
"Don't you dare, Weasley!" Angelina's keen eye had caught the look in his eyes and she called out, "Save that for after the match! Not right now, we can't afford to lose!" But Fred didn't hear her.
He caught hold of a bludger and sped off towards his first target: Goyle.
"YOU IDIOT!!" Angelina screamed in anger as he left her behind.
"Take THIS!" He hurled the bludger at Goyle, whose reaction time was too slow, and it knocked his left arm enough to send him toppling in the air. Fred observed, satisfied, as the smirk was wiped off his pimply face. He caught another bludger and prepared to strike again, but Goyle was less cocky and more alert this time and was able to fly off before Fred could act.
Fred had expected this though, so he was at the ready for the chase. Goyle bobbed and weaved through the players, but as he was a much less talented flier than Fred, he couldn't escape. Fred managed to strike again, this time in the shoulder. He purposefully did not throw hard enough to seriously injure him or put the team in trouble; years of playing Quidditch had honed his ability to control the force at which he threw the bludgers.
Suddenly, Fred saw Goyle reach into his robe. He watched it happen in slow motion: Goyle whipped out a wand and pointed behind him, straight at Fred. Having never seen a wand on the field, as they were prohibited in Quidditch, he moved too slowly to escape Goyle's attack.
"NO!" Fred lunged at the wand but Goyle was too far away, and the spell hit him straight in the chest.
The crowd collectively gasped as it sent him reeling through the air. He could not gain control of his broom for the life of him, and he spun around and around, the only thing he could do was grip the handle as hard as he could. After a few moments, he managed to slow the spinning, but too late; with a loud CRASH, he crashed into the y/h stands.
Students screamed as he crashed into the benches, which splintered and sent wood flying in all directions. Most of them had been able to run out of the way, but there were a few who were knocked off their bench by the force of his crash.
"FRED WEASLEY IS DOWN! FRED WEASLEY IS DOWN!" Lee was jumping up and down and screaming into his microphone, "For those who missed it, Goyle hexed Fred Weasley, THAT HIDEOUS COCKROACH! SOMEONE GO DO SOMETHING!"
Fred's head was still spinning so he could barely hear the crowd. As he gained his senses, he realized that he had crashed directly into a person and was laying on top of them. He quickly pushed himself off of the poor student.
"Are you alright?" He immediately grabbed the student's hand and hoisted them onto their feet.
"I think so? I think I'm okay." Y/n looked down at herself and assessed for any injuries, but miraculously, she did not have a scratch on her.
Y/n looked up at Fred and their eyes met. As quickly as he crashed into her, Fred lost his senses.
He had heard of people describe the moment they met their partners in a magical, fantastical way that he was always skeptical of, and he even made fun of them. They would talk about how time slowed and fireworks went off in their minds, and they just knew this person was the one, but he had never believed it. Love makes people fools, he would say.
But now, he was being proven wrong.
As he gazed into her eyes, time did, in fact, slow, and fireworks exploded through his entire body, the way people had always described. His mind filled with music that wasn't actually there, and every time he recounted this moment to her or their friends or even strangers for years and years after, he would swear he felt a zing! (Y/n would roll her eyes every time, but with a big smile on her face).
"Um... hello?" He was brought back to life when y/n waved her hand in front of his face. He didn't realize that his jaw had been hanging open and that he was still holding the other hand he had hoisted her up with. Amusement danced in her eyes and when she smiled at him, he almost toppled over.
He managed to stumble out, "I'm -- 'm so sorr- didn't mean to--" He didn't know what was happening to him -- usually he was so smooth around girls. Y/n found it endearing though, and laughed in response.
She squeezed his hand reassuringly and replied, "That's alright, I'm okay! You gotta do what you gotta do right?"
In a desperate attempt to prove he wasn't a fool, Fred managed to gather himself enough to gasp out, "PrettiestgirlI'veeverbeenbludgeredinto--" before he was interrupted.
"--AN ABSOLUTE FOOL, YOU LOOK LIKE AN ABSOLUTE FOOL, FREDDIE! CLOSE YOUR MOUTH or A BIRD'S GONNA FLY IN--" Lee's cackle was cut off, and Mcgonagall's voice now boomed, "MR. WEASLEY, GET BACK OUT THERE NOW!"
Fred blushed a deep pink and dropped y/n's hand as if it had burned him. As she laughed, he stammered out some sort of sheepish apology before hopping back on his broom and flying back out.
Thankfully, some people had still been paying attention to the game, and the second Fred flew back in, Harry caught the snitch and the game was over.
Fred flew down, still feeling lightheaded from his encounter with y/n. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Angelina was storming over to him.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, WEASLEY!" Steam was practically pouring out of her ears, "DID I OR DID I NOT TELL YOU TO DROP IT? HUH, WEASLEY? WHAT DID I TELL YOU TO DO!" Professor Mcgonagall was following close behind Angelina and was scolding Fred over her, "-- could have injured yourself or a student, for Merlin's sake, or worse, gotten yourself banned--"
Meanwhile, Harry, who had been too focused on the snitch and missed the hubbub, was jogging alongside the rest of the team and asking, "What was that? What happened? Someone tell me what happened, for the LOVE of--" With a voice tight with suppressed laughter, George shrugged and said, "Can't save you this time, mate."
The team members were giggling and talking over each other, Angelina and Professor Mcgonagall were still scolding him, and Harry was tugging at his robes, still trying to figure out what had happened, but Fred couldn't hear any of it. He had caught y/n's eye again, all the way across the stadium from the ground, and she was smiling sympathetically right at him. He was hopelessly lost in her smile, and he timidly held up his hand and waved. She scrunched her nose in an adorable way and gave him a thumbs up of encouragement. A grin spread across Fred's face.
This brought on another bout of yelling and threats from Angelina as well as more laughter from the team, and still, Fred barely heard her. It was all noise to him.
Professor Mcgonagall caught his far-off look and followed his gaze to see that he was staring right at you. She maintained a stern look, but on the inside, couldn't help but soften. She knew that look. She had seen it countless times before.
And even as Fred was being dragged away by a furious Angelina, he was still smiling and managed to memorize every part of y/n's face, vowing to find her after what surely would be a long post-game meeting.
Maybe that sparks a bit of inspiration: Single dad Sirius Black who is freshly together with reader (I donât know what else can happen haha)
The Godson
sirius black x reader - the godson
word count: 3.5k
summary: after a month of dating y/n finally meets siriusâs godson (and adopted son)
warnings: kissing, mostly fluffy lol
a/n: this is set in an au where peter was captured before he could fake his death and was sent to azkaban instead of sirius. as godfather sirius gets custody of harry. iâm really glad this was a single dad sirius and not single mom y/n bc iâm lowkey afraid of children and pregnancy lol
     The clock chimed seven as Y/N stood outside the door of 12 Grimmauld Place, her hand hovering just above the door knocker. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. The house before her looked nothing like she had imagined. Its weathered black brickwork and faintly foreboding aura reminded her of something out of a gothic novel. Yet, as imposing as it seemed, she reminded herself that Sirius lived here. That thought brought a small, reassuring smile to her lips.
     She raised her hand and knocked firmly. The sound echoed in the quiet, and she shuffled slightly on the doorstep, smoothing her skirt and adjusting her coat. A moment later, the door creaked open, and there he wasâSirius Black, all sharp features and unruly dark hair, wearing a casual button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His usual confident smirk was replaced with something softer, almost unsure.
     âYou made it,â he said, his voice warm but carrying an edge of nervousness.
     âOf course I did,â Y/N replied, tilting her head slightly. âWhy wouldnât I?â
     Sirius chuckled lightly, running a hand through his hair as if he were searching for the right words. âNo reason. Justâwell, this is a bit new for me, isnât it?â
     She raised an eyebrow, sensing his nerves. âYou alright?â
     He let out a breath and then pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her. âI am now,â he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. The simple affection melted away some of her tension, and she allowed herself to relax against him.
     When he pulled back, there was a twinkle of humor in his gray eyes, though the slight hesitation remained. âCome on in,â he said, stepping aside to let her through.
     Y/N stepped over the threshold, her gaze sweeping over the narrow entryway. The house was as dark and mysterious on the inside as it was on the outside. The wallpaper was faded, and the air carried a faint chill, but there were glimpses of warmthâa vase of fresh flowers on a side table.
     âItâs⊠cozy,â she said carefully, trying not to seem impolite.
     Sirius let out a bark of laughter. âThatâs a generous way to put it.â He motioned for her to follow him. âCome on. Harryâs in the sitting room. Heâs been playing with his toys all day, so donât be surprised if heâs a little shy at first.â
     Y/N nodded, her heart skipping slightly at the thought of meeting Siriusâs adopted son for the first time. This wasnât just any casual introductionâSirius had made it clear that Harry was his whole world, and meeting him felt like stepping into a new and important part of Siriusâs life.
     They walked down a short hallway and into the sitting room. The space was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a warm lamp in the corner. In the center of the room, a small boy with messy black hair sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by colorful wooden blocks. He was completely focused on the tower he was building, his little face scrunched up in concentration.
     âHarry,â Sirius said gently, his voice softening as he spoke to the boy. âSomeoneâs here to meet you.â
     Harry looked up briefly, his bright green eyesâthe spitting image of his motherâsâglancing at Y/N before darting back to his father. He immediately scrambled to his feet and hid behind Siriusâs legs, clutching the fabric of his trousers tightly.
     Sirius laughed softly, bending down slightly to ruffle Harryâs hair. âCome on, kiddo. You donât have to be shy. This is Y/N. Remember I told you about her?â
     Harry peeked out cautiously, his small hands still gripping Siriusâs legs.
     Y/N crouched down to his level, her voice gentle. âHi, Harry. Itâs really nice to meet you.â She smiled, trying to make herself as approachable as possible.
     Harry didnât respond, his face half-hidden behind Sirius.
     Sirius straightened up and gave Y/N an apologetic smile. âHe takes a little while to warm up to people. Give him a minute.â
     Instead of pushing Harry further, Sirius reached out and took Y/Nâs hand, leading her toward the spot where Harry had been sitting. They knelt on the floor next to the half-built tower of blocks.
     âAlright, kiddo,â Sirius said, his tone light and encouraging. âWhy donât you tell Y/N about your tower? It looks pretty impressive.â
     Harry hesitated for a moment, still clinging to Siriusâs leg, but then his curiosity seemed to get the better of him. He let go and stepped closer, though he stayed partially behind Sirius.
     Y/N leaned forward, examining the tower with a playful seriousness. âWow, did you build this all by yourself? Itâs amazing!â
     Harryâs lips twitched, the beginnings of a smile creeping onto his face. He nodded shyly.
     âItâs the tallest one Iâve made,â he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.
     âReally?â Y/N said, her eyes widening in mock amazement. âYou must be an expert builder. I could never make a tower this cool.â
      That seemed to do the trick. Harry stepped out from behind Sirius entirely, moving closer to his blocks. âI made it so it doesnât fall over,â he said, a little louder this time. âSee? If you push it like thisââ He gave the side of the tower a gentle nudge, and it wobbled but didnât topple. ââit stays up!â
     Y/N gasped, clapping her hands. âThatâs so clever! How did you figure that out?â
     Harry beamed, the last traces of his shyness melting away as he began to explain the âsecretsâ of building sturdy towers. His words tumbled out in an excited stream, his hands gesturing animatedly as he spoke.
      Sirius watched the two of them, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips. He settled himself on the floor beside them, leaning back on his hands as Harry continued to chatter away to Y/N about his blocks and the other toys scattered around the room.
     Y/N glanced at Sirius briefly, her heart swelling at the sight of him so at ease with his son. He caught her gaze and gave her a wink, as if to say, See? Told you heâd come around.
     Sirius cleared his throat, drawing their attention. âIâm going to grab us some drinks. Will you be alright with Harry for a few minutes?â
     Y/N glanced up at him with a smile. âOf course. Take your time.â
     He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, as if double-checking whether she meant it. Then he gave a small nod and pushed himself to his feet. âYou behave for Y/N, yeah?â He said as he passed Harry.
     Harry looked up at him and nodded solemnly.
     As Sirius disappeared into the kitchen, Y/N leaned back on her hands, watching as Harry carefully adjusted the top of his tower. The room was quiet for a moment, the soft sound of the blocks clicking together the only noise.
     Then, with a sudden burst of energy, Harry stood up and darted to the end table near the couch. Y/N straightened slightly, curious as to what he was up to.
     âLook!â Harry exclaimed, holding something tightly in his small hand as he ran back toward her.
     âWhatâs that, Harry?â Y/N asked, sitting upright as he plopped down onto the floor beside her.
     With great care, Harry opened his chubby fist to reveal a small Polaroid photograph. He held it up proudly, his face beaming. âItâs you!â he declared.
      Y/N blinked in surprise and leaned forward to get a closer look. She reached out and gently took the photo from his hands, her eyes widening as she recognized it immediately.
     It was from about two months agoâ a couple weeks before they started datingâ at one of the small get-togethers Sirius and his friends seemed to have so often. She remembered the evening clearlyâthe room had been filled with laughter and warmth, she had been next to Sirius almost the entire night. Remus had been in rare form, cracking joke after joke.Â
     The photo was taken when Remus had accidentally hit the shutter on his camera. Y/N was mid-laugh, her hand resting on Siriusâs shoulder, clearly reacting to something ridiculous Remus had said. Her head was tilted slightly, her eyes crinkled with amusement. But what caught her attention wasnât herselfâit was Sirius. He was looking at her as if she were the only person in that room.Â
     Y/N let out a soft laugh, though her voice wavered slightly. âWhere did you find this, Harry?â she asked, her tone light but curious.
     âUncle Sirius keeps it here,â Harry said matter-of-factly, pointing back toward the end table.
     âHe does, does he?â Y/N murmured, her lips curving into a small smile. She turned the photo over in her hand, noticing that the back was blankâno date, no scribbled note. Just the image itself.
     Harry nodded enthusiastically, clearly proud of his discovery. âDo you like it?â
     âI do,â Y/N said, her voice warm. âItâs a great picture.â
     Just as she finished speaking, a sound came from the doorway. She glanced up to see Sirius standing there, two glasses in his hands. He had paused mid-step, his eyes flicking between her and the photo she still held. His cheeks were dusted with the faintest hint of pink, and for a moment, he looked almost sheepish.
     âAh,â he said, clearing his throat. âI see Harry showed you his favorite picture.â
     Y/N raised an eyebrow, holding the photo up slightly. âHis favorite?â
     He let out a short laugh, walking into the room and setting the glasses down on the coffee table. âOur favorite,â he said, the blush on his face deepened.
     Y/N didnât press him further, but her smile widened. She set the picture on her lap, her fingers lightly brushing its edge as Sirius crouched down beside Harry.
      âAlright, kiddo,â Sirius said, his voice softening as he focused on his son. âItâs time for bed.â
      Harry immediately groaned, flopping onto his back in a dramatic show of protest. âBut Iâm not tired!â
     âHmm,â Sirius said, tilting his head. âThatâs funny, because I couldâve sworn I saw you rubbing your eyes just five minutes ago.â
     âI wasnât!â Harry insisted, though his argument was half-hearted at best.
     Sirius chuckled and reached out to scoop the boy into his arms, lifting him effortlessly. âCome on, mate. Letâs not make this harder than it has to be.â
     Harry pouted but didnât resist, resting his head against Siriusâs shoulder. As they made their way toward the door, Sirius glanced back at Y/N, his expression softening.
     âWonât be long,â he said.
     âItâs alright,â Y/N replied, her tone light.
     Once they were gone, the room fell quiet again. Y/N let out a small breath, her gaze drifting back to the photo still on her lap. She studied it for a moment longer before carefully placing it back on the end table.
     Reaching Harryâs room, Sirius nudged the door open with his foot. The room was cozy, filled with all the comforts a child could wantâsoft blankets, a well-loved stuffed stag that Harry refused to sleep without, and shelves lined with books and toys. The walls were painted a calming blue, and enchanted stars hung above the bed, softly twinkling.
     Sirius lowered Harry onto the bed, careful not to jostle him too much. Harry let out a sleepy little sigh as Sirius tucked him in, pulling the blankets up snugly around him.
     âThere we go,â Sirius murmured, brushing a strand of dark hair from Harryâs forehead. âAll nice and cozy. You should sleep like a dragon tonight.â
      Harry giggled softly, his eyes fluttering open to look at Sirius. âDragons donât sleep,â he said, his voice quiet but insistent.
     âOf course they do,â Sirius replied, settling on the edge of the bed. âHow else do you think they get their energy to fly around and breathe fire all day?â
     Harry considered this for a moment before nodding, satisfied with the answer. His tiny hands clutched the stuffed stag tightly, and he wriggled slightly to get comfortable.
     âUncle?â Harryâs voice was soft, almost hesitant.
     âHmm?â Sirius replied, leaning back against the headboard, his gaze warm as he watched Harry.
     âIs Y/N gonna be my new mummy?â
     The question hit Sirius like a gust of wind, unexpected but not entirely surprising. He blinked, momentarily unsure of how to respond. Harryâs green eyesâso much like Lilyâsâstared up at him, wide and innocent, waiting for an answer.
     Sirius chuckled softly, shaking his head. âNo, mate,â he said gently. âY/Nâs not your mummy.â
      Harry frowned slightly, hugging the stuffed stag closer. âBut⊠sheâs really nice,â he said, his voice laced with the kind of earnestness only a child could muster.
     âShe is,â Sirius agreed, his lips curving into a small smile. âSheâs very nice.â He reached out to ruffle Harryâs hair, earning a quiet giggle. âBut your mummy is Lily, remember? She and your dad loved you so much, and thatâs never going to change.â
     Harry nodded slowly, his little face thoughtful. âBut youâre my daddy now, right?â
      Sirius felt his chest tighten at the question. He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees as he looked down at Harry. âIâm your godfather,â he said after a moment. âThat means I get to take care of you and keep you safe.â
     Harry nodded sleepily, his eyelids starting to droop.
      Sirius reached out and gently patted Harryâs shoulder. âNow, close those eyes and get some rest.â
     Harryâs lips twitched into a faint smile as he finally let his eyes fall shut. Sirius sat there for a moment longer, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as he drifted off.
     Standing, Sirius leaned down to press a light kiss to Harryâs forehead. âSweet dreams, kiddo,â he murmured before quietly slipping out of the room.Â
     The soft creak of the floorboards signaled Siriusâs return long before Y/N saw him. She glanced up as he stepped into the sitting room, his dark hair slightly tousled, as if heâd run his hands through it a few times. His gaze landed on her, and his lips curved into an easy smile that didnât quite mask the faint trace of something thoughtful in his expression.
     âHarryâs out like a light,â he said, walking over to the couch and sinking into the cushions beside her.
     âThat was fast,â Y/N replied with a small smile, shifting slightly to make room for him.
     âFour-year-olds donât last long once theyâve decided to give in,â Sirius said, a hint of amusement in his tone.
     He leaned forward, reaching for the glass of whiskey heâd left on the coffee table earlier. But before he could take a sip, Y/N snatched it from his hand, her fingers brushing against his as she did.
     âHey!â he protested, though his tone was more surprised than annoyed.
     Y/N raised the glass to her lips, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she took a small sip. âIâm thirsty,â she teased, handing it back to him with an innocent shrug.
     Sirius let out a laugh, a rich, warm sound that filled the room. âStealing from a poor, hardworking man in his own home,â he said, shaking his head as he set the glass back down on the table.
     Before she could reply, he leaned back and looped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer until her side was pressed against his. It was an easy, intimate gesture, and Y/N felt her heart give a little flutter at the warmth of his touch.
     For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the quiet hum of the house wrapping around them. Then, Y/N turned her head slightly, her gaze settling on Siriusâs profileâthe sharp line of his jaw, the faint shadow of stubble, the way his dark eyes seemed lost in thought as he stared ahead.
     She reached up, gently brushing her fingers along his cheek to get his attention. When he turned to look at her, she leaned in and pressed a soft, tentative kiss to his lips.
     But he didnât kiss her back.
     Y/N pulled away almost immediately, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. âSorry,â she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. âIââ
    âNo,â Sirius interrupted softly, his hand still resting on her shoulder. He sighed, shifting slightly so he could face her fully. His fingers moved to the back of her neck, his thumb brushing idly against her skin in slow, soothing strokes.
     Y/N searched his face, her brow furrowing. âIs everything alright?â
     Sirius hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering to the floor before meeting hers again. âIâve just been thinking,â he said, his voice low and thoughtful. âWondering if⊠if it was too soon for Harry to meet you.â
     âOh,â Y/N said, her heart sinking slightly. She sat up straighter, creating a small distance between them. âIâI understand. If you think it was too soon, we can⊠I donât know, maybe I could come over when heâs already in bed? Or we could spend time at my flat instead?â
     Her suggestion came quickly, almost too quickly, as if she were trying to fix something that didnât necessarily need fixing. But Sirius shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
     âMaybe I was wrong,â he said, his voice softening.
     Y/N blinked, caught off guard. âWhat do you mean?â
     Siriusâs hand on the back of her neck slid upward, his fingers threading gently into her hair. At the same time, his other hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, resting against her waist. His touch was firm but not forceful, and the warmth of his palm against her skin sent a shiver down her spine.
     âI mean,â he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky tone, âmaybe itâs good for Harry to have a feminine presence around here. Someone kind and patient who can put up with my nonsense.â
     Y/Nâs breath hitched as his grip on her waist tightened, pulling her just slightly closer. Her hands rested on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palms.
     âSirius,â she began, her voice wavering, but he didnât let her finish.
     His other hand slid further into her hair, his fingers curling gently as he pulled her in. When his lips met hers this time, it wasnât soft or hesitantâit was urgent, almost desperate. Sirius kissed her like he was afraid to stop, like he was trying to convey something through the intensity of it that he couldnât put into words.
     A soft moan escaped him, and the sound sent a wave of heat rushing through Y/N. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back, matching his fervor.
     The world outside seemed to disappearâthere was only him, the warmth of his hands, the rough scrape of his stubble against her skin, the way his lips moved against hers with such precision it left her breathless.
     The warmth of Siriusâs hands against Y/Nâs skin was intoxicating, his touch tender as his lips moved hungrily against hers. The room around them seemed to fade away. Siriusâs fingers trailed up her back, beneath her shirt, as he deepened the kiss.
     Y/N melted into him, her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. His lips were insistent, as though he couldnât get enough of her, and every now and then, a soft groan escaped him, reverberating against her lips and making her pulse race.
     But just as Sirius shifted to pull her fully into his lap, a small voice shattered the moment.
     âUncle Sirius?â
     They sprang apart instantly, both turning toward the doorway where Harry stood clutching his stuffed stag, his dark curls messy from tossing and turning in bed. His wide eyes blinked at them sleepily, completely unaware of the moment heâd just interrupted.
     Sirius cleared his throat, running a hand through his tousled hair as he tried to compose himself. âHarry, whatâs wrong, kid?â he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
     Harry shuffled into the room, dragging the stuffed toy along the floor. âI canât sleep,â he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes with a chubby fist.
     Y/N sat frozen on the couch, her cheeks still flushed and her heart pounding from the sudden interruption. She tried to calm herself, smoothing her hands over her lap as Harry climbed onto the couch beside Sirius.
     âWhatâs keeping you up?â Sirius asked, pulling Harry into his lap and brushing a hand through the boyâs unruly hair.
     Harry shrugged, and plopped himself right onto Y/Nâs lap, his small hands clutching at her shirt as he snuggled against her.
     Y/N stiffened, her hands hovering awkwardly in the air. She glanced at Sirius, her eyes wide with uncertainty.
     Siriusâs brow furrowed slightly as he reached out, clearly noticing her hesitation. âHarry, maybe you shouldââ
     âItâs alright,â Y/N interrupted quickly, her voice soft but firm.
     She looked down at Harry, who had already settled against her like he belonged there. Slowly, cautiously, she placed her arms around him, her hands resting gently on his back. Harry let out a small, contented sigh, his grip on his stuffed stag loosening as his eyes began to droop.
     Sirius watched the exchange, his concern melting into something softer, something that made his chest tighten in the best way. He leaned back into the couch, his posture relaxing as he draped an arm over Y/Nâs shoulder.
     âYouâre good at this,â he murmured, his voice low and filled with admiration.
     Y/N glanced up at him, a shy smile tugging at her lips. âHe makes it easy,â she replied quietly, her fingers brushing lightly against Harryâs back.
     Siriusâs heart swelled at her words. For a moment, he simply watched themâY/N holding his godson with such gentle care, Harryâs small form tucked safely in her arms. It was a picture of something he hadnât realized heâd been longing for.
     As Harryâs breathing slowed and his grip on his stuffed animal went slack, Sirius leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Y/Nâs temple. âThank you,â he whispered, his lips lingering against her skin for a moment.
     Y/N didnât respond, but the way she leaned into his touch told him all he needed to know.
first time requesting so I apologise if this is completely unhelpful !!! But Fred Weasley + a girlfriend who completely matches his freak like theyâre both so full of life and jokes and just a power duo (maybe headcanons if that would be easier but I completely donât mind) xo đ
Prankster Power Couple Headcanons
Being just as boisterous as your boyfriend, Fred Weasley, would includeâŠ
âą The moment you enter a room together, the atmosphere in the room lightens. People are desperate to get in on the dynamic. McGonagall has been heard to sigh and say, âMerlin, give me strengthâ upon seeing you and the twins walking down the corridor side-by-side, jostling each other like siblings. Luckily, youâre both very clever and so have managed to stay in her good books (for now).
âą Your sense of humour is perfectly synced, too. Fred starts a joke, you finish it with an even filthier punchline. You set up the prank, he delivers the spectacular finale. Half the school thinks you share one brain cell, and that that brain cell is permanently on rapid-fire.
âą You have an ongoing competition for âMost Outrageous Public Stuntâ, for which the leaderboard is Fred (charming the Giant Squid to wave a âGo Gryffindorâ banner during a match) vs You (releasing hundred of balloons in the Great Hall that floated up, spelling out âY/N + FRED 4EVAâ on Valentineâs Day). Itâs currently a tieâ George referees, much to your disadvantage.
âą Nicknames are ridiculous and constant. He calls you âTrouble,â âMenace,â âFirecrackerâ. You just scream âWEASLEY-MINE!â across the common room when you need him. Everyone else is exhausted just listening.
âą Physical affection with Freddie is almost like siblingsâ loud and unapologetic. Heâll hoist you onto his shoulders in the middle of the courtyard just to shout announcements. Youâll jump on his back mid-conversation and steer him like a broomstick. Hand-holding? Boring!! You two prefer dramatic spins, dips, or full-on piggyback races down the moving staircases with Ginny and Harry.
âą Youâre both incapable of whispering, or even of speaking quietly. Every secret plan is discussed at FULL volume in the back of class, complete with gestures. Somehow, you still never get caught (mostly because professors are too baffled by your coded language to intervene).
âą Late-night workshop sessions in empty classrooms are date-like, even if George is there. You test products on each other without hesitation. After the âTongue-Tying Toffeeâ prototype, you spent twenty minutes unable to speak, so you communicated entirely through increasingly dramatic charades until Fred cried laughing and George gave you the cure heâd been withholding.
âą Filch hates you both with a passion that borders on respect.
âą When you fight with one another, itâs quiteâŠdramatic. Even though itâs very rare that it happens, he inevitably will take something too far and leave you annoyed. Shouting, hexes flying, dramatic storming offâ only to reconcile twenty minutes later with even more dramatic makeup kisses in your dorm when he sneaks up to apologise.
âą Youâre each otherâs biggest cheerleader, for sure. Fred brags about your own Quidditch skills (even though youâre not on the team) louder than he brags about his own. You wear his Quidditch jersey with pride and he flies over to you to give you a kiss after scoring a goal during practice.
âą Quiet moments are just as intense: lying in the astronomy tower stargazing, planning your future and the flat youâll get on Hogsmeade, or curled up by the common room fire trading increasingly absurd âwhat ifâ scenarios until youâre both keeling over with laughter.
âą The first time Fred told you he loved you, it was three months into your relationship. You were both covered in purple slime after a prototype you had kindly offered to trial backfired; sliding across the floor laughing, he just blurted it out. You were shocked but tackled him into the slime for a disgustingly sticky kiss until he prompted you to say it back âor heâd look like a lemon.â
the way FRED WEASLEY glances over his shoulder a second before he can lean down for a kiss, pinning you up against that wall and helping you pick your knee up to tuck him between your legs. the way his arms wrap around you to press you flush against him, and thereâs an ache in your neck from looking up at him, so he curls his body around you as he stoopsâanything to get you as close as possible. he was acting coolheaded before, but now that heâs got you alone itâs like a dam breaks. heâs desperate, and heâs letting it all out. snogging if youâve ever seen it. noses are battling it out as he tilts his head, probing your mouth with his tongue and making your pretty little head cloudy and confused as to why you like it so deep. your arms wrap around his neck as he lifts you to the tips of your toes, held up by him in his haste to rub your body on him. he wants to feel you, he wants friction, he wants his buddy in his trousers to cop a feel under your skirt if only he could get the right angle. itâs downright obscene the way you two eat each otherâs faces, and the sounds you make because of his actions. barely pull away for a breath when heâs asking, âwanna take this upstairs?â bcos he needs something more. he needs to have his tongue down your throat while heâs ramming into you. no more teasing him by swaying your little hips, no more flashing him in private, no more telling him you canât get his horse cock out of your headâitâs time.
fred weasley thinks fat girls are the epitome of perfection and his favorite thing about our bodies is our stretch marks and stomach rolls. its true he told me this himself
BestFriend! Fred with no boundaries teaches you how to have sex pt 3
summary: Fred continues his role as your sex tutor when you get curious about being on top
warnings: smut, cursing, Fred being sexy
Pt1. Pt2.
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Your shoes clattered as you trudged up the stairs from the Potions classroom, clutching a stack of extra books to your chest. The weather was turning, and the dungeons were particularly damp and chill. It didnât help that the sun had already set. Your potions partner was, as per usual, busy with something, leaving you alone to handle the nightly checkups on your extra credit assignment. Your bare legs shivered as you entered the Great Hall, an autumn draft spilling in from an open door somewhere. You quickened your pace up the marble staircase, eager to enter the warmth of the Gryffindor common room, red and comforting like the inside of a blanket fort. Fred was right, you should start wearing tights with your short skirts.
Fred, your best friend, was always giving you helpful suggestions like this- especially since youâd entrusted him with teaching you how to be intimate. You had always been a hands on learner. And he had been such a good teacher. You chuckled to yourself as you stepped onto the seventh floor, nearly home bound. Yes, you- the token virgin of your friend group- had finally caught up to the others. Sure, maybe youâd had to resort to getting your best friend to teach you out of pity, but that wasnât important. No, what mattered was that you had learned everything, and for once you no longer felt like the naive, innocent, butt-of-the-joke friend anymore. You couldnât help the small, satisfied smirk that twinge at your lips as you entered the common room.
âY/N!â Angelina called from the corner, waving her hand to usher you over. Her, Katie, and Alicia sat huddled in the corner in plush chairs, all leaned together giggling with hushed voices. You set down your books and bag on the coffee table and settled down on the floor next to Angies legs.
âOkay, so where was I,â Alicia cleared her throat, pressing her fingertips together with a devious look on her face. You eyed the others who leaned in to listen intently. âSo, weâd been in the common room the whole night dancing, and after the party died down-â
âSheâs talking about that Ravenclaw boy sheâs been seeing, you know the one- Theodore,â Angelina filled you in. You nodded your head in understanding.
âAnd I knew I wanted to try something new, since heâs been raving about me everytime I see him,â Alicia continued, Katie chuckling beside her.
âWhat could you possibly have done that you havenât already?â Katie joked, face twisting with humor. Aliciaâs grin deepened as she leaned in, prompting the three of you to huddle in impossibly closer.
âSo this time, I pushed him back down onto the bed, got on top, and rode him!â Katie and Angelina scoffed and laughed with a holler, prompting a few glares from around the common room.
âShh! Quiet you guys, seriously,â Alicia hushed them through laughter.
âYou did not!â Katie laughed, trying to keep her voice down.
âWhat did he say? What did he do?â Angelina laughed incredulously, causing Alicia to hush her again. The three of them giggled back and forth, flabbergasted at was Alicia had said. She rode him? You were certain they were talking about sex, even you knew that much by the reactions and the context. But rode him? Like a horse? You felt yourself pout slightly as your victorious mood you had felt in the hallway sunk back into a state of confused naivety.
âAww, Y/N,â Alicia said, half pouting and laughing at the sorry state of your face. âWhy do you look like a sad little puppy?â Angelina struggled not to burst out laughing when she turned to look at you.
âDonât tease her âLicia,â Angelina said, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. âOur precious Virgin Mary doesnât need to hear about your slutty escapades.â Angelinaâs jesting caused Alicia to swat her arm and Katie to burst out laughing, which didnât make you feel any better.
âAre you ladies torturing our dear Y/N again?â
Your head snapped up to see Fred bent over your seats with an amused smirk.
âNo, no, weâre not subjecting your doll to any torture, Freddie,â Angelina teased again, maliciously using your nickname for him. You begged to differ, standing up from Angelinaâs legs and walking over to Fred.
âAw, weâre sorry Y/N,â Katie pleaded with a pout, followed by several pleads of come back and weâll stop teasing.
âI donât need to hear any more of this conversation,â you decided, covering your ears which made the girls chuckle and pout. Fred laughed began to pick up your books and bag from the table.
âFred, youâre so annoying!â Angelina threw a quill at his arm. Fred raised a brow.
âYeah, youâre the reason sheâs still a-â Katieâs face got smacked with a pillow curtesy of Angelina, which was followed by another round of giggles. You rolled your eyes and turned to walk away.
âUgh, I hate you all!â You said defiantly, Fred chuckling behind you.
âAw, câmon! You love us!â Angelina shouted back. You turned around solely to stick your tongue out at the giggling girls.
âYou wanna go upstairs?â Fred chuckled as you huffed with frustration.
âYes please,â you grumbled, following him to his dorm.
Carrying all of your belongings, Fred pushed the door open with his foot and nodded his head for you to enter. Just last week youâd been on his bed with nothing on, feeling like youâd finally grasped the mystery of sex. You flopped down on the mattress with a defeated sigh. Fred chuckled again as he set your things down on his trunk.
âDarling, you have to step letting them get to you,â he shook his head with a click of his tongue. âYou know youâre not so innocent anymore,â he continued, leaning down to poke your pouty cheek, âso why are you still upset? Hmm?â Despite being folded over, he still towered above you from the bed. You groaned and fell onto your back, covering your face with you hands.
âI still donât know anything!â You huffed, slapping you hands down to the mattress in frustration. You could tell Fred was amused by your frustration but trying to keep a serious face. You almost rolled your eyes at him too, but decided to spare him of your annoyance. He took a seat next to you on the bed and traced your ears with his long fingers.
âWhat do you mean,â he asked softly, the warmth in his voice urging you to go on, a faint chuckle lingering beneath. You huffed again, this time with a slight exhale of release as his fingers felt good against your scalp. Your eyes stayed glued the bed frame.
âI just still feel so⊠clueless?â You thought aloud. âLike today the girls were talking about riding someone?â You looked to Fred with confused brows and watched as his head dropped with a huff of laughter or exasperation, you couldnât tell.
âMhmm,â Fred contemplated with a swallow, keeping his eyes down as he continued brushing your hair.
âFred,â you whined, pulling his gaze back up to you. âWhat does that even mean?â This time he huffed out a laugh at your genuine concern over sexual terminology.
âCâmon,â Fred urged you to connect the dots, like a tutor with a hopeless pupil. âWhat do you think that means, Y/N?â You pursed your lips in thought, fixing your gaze back up to contemplate.
âWell, I meanâŠâ you stuttered, cheeks flushing red with the familiar embarrassment of innocence. âAlicia was saying she was on top of him, and I know what it mean to ride something, itâs just-â you sighed again and looked to your best friend who was so nicely listening to you put the pieces together. âHow does that even work? Like, when we- yâknow-â
âYes, yes. I know,â Fred teased, leaning in only to embarrass you more. You swatted him away.
âYou were the one doing everything! How is a girl supposed to⊠ârideâ someone?â Your voice raised with a mix of frustration and embarrassment as you turned over to bury yourself face in the covers. Fred huffed again to withhold his laughter, instead rubbing your back gently.
âYou donât have to do anything you donât want to,â Fred assured you as your groans muffled into the bed. âThereâs a lot of different ways to have sex, Y/N. Thereâs a lot of things that even I havenât done yet.â You picked your face up to look at him with surprise. He smiled and turned your shoulder over so you were facing him again. You let him move you as he came down to lay on his side, one arm propping him up and the other steadily stroking your hair again. âSome people like being on top, some people like doing nothing-â he poked your cheek and brought out a chuckle from your scrunch face. âBut itâs all about just trying stuff out and figuring out what you like best.â He finished matter-of-factly, letting you ponder on this new concept of self discovery.
âBut Angelina said she did it to wow Theodore. Is that something that guys like for girls to do?â You asked curiously, gazing up to see what your all-knowing best friend thought.
âSure, I donât see how anyone wouldnât like that,â he cleared his throat, watching as you pursed your lips to one side in contemplation.
âWould you say you like when girls do that? Like, if a girl wanted to⊠be on top⊠do you prefer that? OrâŠâ you trailed off waiting for his answer. Fred tilted his head and sucked through his teeth
âI suppose- I mean- I donât know if Iâd say I prefer it-â
âSo you donât like it then?â You inched closer, trying gage his reaction. He was certainly wasnât acting like his normal, cocky self.
âNo, itâs not- I-â Fred paused at his stuttering words and let out a long exhale, rubbing between his furrowed brows. âWell, you want to try it then, Iâm assuming?â You let out a sheepish smile at his correct assumption. He nodded with pursed lips as you chuckled through pink cheeks and bashful brows.
âAlright,â he sighed, falling onto his back and holding his arms out. âIâm ready.â It took you a second before you sat up straight and began to stutter.
âRight now? I mean- I- I- Iâm not quite sure what to do, Fred!â You scrambled, looking around the bed as if youâd find your answer. Fred dropped his arms and burst out with laughter, reaching over and pulling you onto his chest.
âIâm only joking, darling,â Fred chuckled into your hair. âRelax.â Your body did so as if on cue, as if it took instructions specifically from him.
âOkay, okay. Very funny,â you huffed into the crook of his neck. âBut can we try it⊠maybe soon?â Your voice was as sheepish as ever. He huffed out another chuckled.
âWhatever you want, Y/N. Whatever you want,â he said he a pat on your back. âJust make sure youâre wearing sexy underwear when you come knocking.â You tore yourself up from his chest only to see his signature satisfied smirk.
âAre you serious, Fred?â You said vexed, finding it egregious that your best friend would even suggest you to do this. Even if he had taken your virginityâŠ
âWell, if you doing this to, as you said, wow a guy,â Fred emphasized with a cheeky raise of his brows, âthen you should put on your sundays best, donât ya think?â
âWell, I suppose that makes senseâŠâ you pondered, wondering if you even had anything remotely sexy in your underwear drawer.
âIâm joking, Y/N,â Fred clarified, with a light squeeze to your side. âAnd donât feel pressured to try this at all just because Alicia did.â
âItâs not that,â you sighed, tucking your hair behind your ear then playing with the hem of his t-shirt. âItâs just that, I want to feel like I can talk about this kind of stuff. Like I can do it too and not feel so embarrassed anymore.â Fred sat up too and pulled your hand from his shirt to hold it.
âI get it, Y/N,â he said with understanding. âBut seriously, donât worry about this kind of stuff. You should just be happy to be yourself, okay?â Fred pinched your cheek and smiled when you swatted his hand away with a badly concealed smile.
âOkay,â you pouted. âI have to finish my assignment before bed.â
âAlright, darling,â he said, patting your legs and standing up. âGo be a good girl and do your homework. Iâm gonna meet George and Lee by the kitchens.â
âOoh, can you bring me a snack if you have time before curfew?â You asked, grabbing your things and following Fred out of the dorm.
âYes, darling.â
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Fred thought he was doing a pretty good job giving you helpful advice about sex, considering he just wanted to fuck you right then and there on his mattress.
âFuck,â he rubbed over his face, thinking of your pouty lips complaining about wanting to ride him. Fred waited on his bed knowing exactly why youâd requested to sleep over on this chilly Friday night. Although you hadnât flat out said it, because as per usual your cheeks flushed with embarrassment over anything remotely sexual, he knew you were coming over to use him as your personal sex tutor. He wasnât exactly sure how to feel about it, considering he was almost certainly in love with you, but that went out the window when you crept into the dorm quietly wearing cotton pajama pants and a tank top.
âHi,â you greeted, climbing onto his bed to sit on your shins. Youâd regretted not bringing a sweater considering the weather, but you figured you could just steal one of Fredâs tomorrow anyway.
âHey,â Fred sat up, waiting for you to say something. The silence grew as heat flushed up to your cheeks, and you could feel a smirk growing at the edge of his lips.
âStop,â you whined, covering your face with embarrassment at his knowing gaze.
âCâmon, Y/N,â Fred chuckled, peeling your hands away. âYou said you wanted to stop feeling embarrassed about sex, so try using your words.â You glared at him.
âWell maybe Iâd stop being so embarrassed if everyone would stop teasing me so much,â you shot back, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
âWell then stop being so teasable,â he smirked, running his thumb along the crease of your hip. Youâd regretted face flushed again causing Fred to chuckle, low and breathy as he neared closer to you.
âOkay fine,â you huffed out, taking his hand off your thigh. âThen let me show you something.â You took his hand up to your top strap, guiding him to pull the soft fabric down, revealing your lavender colored lace bra. You couldnât help but blush yet again when he swallowed and moved his hand delicately over the outline of your breast, his eyes unwavering from the sight in front of him. âYou said to wear something nice.â His eyes came up to meet your own, huffing out a laugh before bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, pulling you in for the first kiss of the evening. You hummed out in satisfaction, glad that his eyes were no longer ravaging your body, and instead were closed as he kissed you with the same intensity he always did. With his hand on the back of your neck, he pulled you over him so that now you were on top as he laid beneath you. Right, you thought, heâs going to show me how to ride him. Suddenly the kiss was sloppier, and you felt less confident now that he was handing the reigns over to you.
âSorry,â you apologized, coming up to catch your breath. âIâm not very good at this.â Fred didnât seem to register what you said for a moment, his eyes focused, once again, below your face as he ran his fingertips down your neck and to your chest.
âItâs fine,â he said hastily, âdonât overthink it. Just do whatever feels good.â He pulled you back into him, a little rougher this time, and continued kissing you. Despite being on top, you somehow felt like he was still the one in control. His left hand kept pulling on your neck, forcing your lips into his as he deepened the kiss with his tongue, causing you to moan and fall deeper into his body. His right hand gripped your hip and settled you down onto his lap, feeling his already hard length against the soft fabric of your pants. You moaned again as you felt his hand push your hips back, grinding you down softly onto him. The noises you made drove Fred insane.
âFuck,â you gasped, pulling away for air as you repeated the motion, grinding down on his length and feeling the pressure against your clit. You looked down at him, your tank top half off and your lips swollen and wet. Fred kept his hand steady on your hip, helping you to grind repeatedly on his hard dick.
âJust like that baby,â he encouraged, watching your hips move over his. âSee? Youâre a natural.â He half smiled up at you as you continued, biting your lip as the knot in your stomach began to form at his words.
âIs this what youâre supposed to do?â You panted, falling over him with a thump, your hand now resting beside his head on the pillow. You continued the movement of your hips, it surprised you how good you were making yourself feel.
âMhmm,â Fred swallowed, his fingers gripping more at your hips. âExcept without clothes on.â You took this as an instruction and sat back up, stalling your movements and taking a seat down onto his lap. Fredâs hand rubbed over your thighs rhythmically, as if to mimic the pace youâd been moving at. He watched as you pulled your tank top over your head, your bra straps already falling off your shoulders. Fred sat up and removed his own shirt, your hands coming to rest on his tanned, freckled shoulders. Instinctively, you came down to kiss them. You loved his shoulders. The way they looked, and the way they felt. The way his collar bones left a divot that could hold water. Stop being a pervert, you thought to yourself as you held back the urge to lick them. Fredâs head lulled back as you kissed up his neck, the soft weight of you pressing down into his lap. His hands dragged up from your waist, undoing the hook of your bra in one swift motion. There was a silence between the two of you as he peeled your bra down and off of your arms, revealing your bare tits in front of him. His hands ran softly up your arms and to your breasts, his thumb sliding over your taut nipple, causing you to shiver from the cold air and his touch. His arms wrapped around your body as he pulled you into him, his lips kissing tenderly across your chest, then down until he bit gently onto your nipple, sucking lightly and kissing before moving onto the next. You whined and moaned as he did this. You could feel yourself pooling in your panties, his length pressed against your heat as you ground yourself down into him. You closed your eyes and let him kiss you, let his hand run up and down your back, and squeeze gently on the sides of your ass as he licked and kissed your tits over and over again. You were embarrassingly close to an orgasm when he pulled back panting, his lips red and your chest covered in mark.
âFreddie,â you whispered, hands coming up to hold his face. Youâd never seen him look like this before, eyes glazed over and lips parted slightly as he panted beneath you. He looked tempting, something so different from his usual daunting persona. You leaned down to kiss him, lips connecting together sweetly in a slow, soft kiss that made the both of groan as you continued to grind yourself down into his lap. His fingers crept beneath your waist band to pull down your cotton pants, prompting you to shuffle them down your legs. You realized you had missed the chance to show him your matching lace panties, but at this point, he was lifting up his hips and pulling both is pants and underwear down to his ankles before kicking them off the bed. You sat over him now, your wet heat pressed flush against his length, his freckled abs and chest on display for you as he laid flat against the bed, analyzing every inch of your body. You flushed without meaning to at the intensity of his gaze, when he suddenly brought his hand to your lower stomach, pressing his thumb into your clit. Your throat tried and failed to stifle a whiny moan as he worked in circles, prompting your hips to move in a similar rhythm. You could feel him pulsing beneath you, and your eyes screwed shut with a moan.
Fred thought you looked perfect, naked and whining on top of him. It was taking everything in him not to flip you underneath him and fuck you senseless in the way heâd been wanting to do all week, not having to worry anymore about holding back for the sake of it being your first time. Fred chuckled almost cruelly at the thought of you, one fuck shy from being a virgin, wanting to get on top and ride him. He groaned himself and threw his head back onto the pillow, he could feel your wetness pooling around his cock and it was driving him insane.
âAre you ready to try?â He croaked, his thumb now covered in your slick as it moved gently across your sensitive clit.
âW-what?â You whined, eyes opening to look at him. The motions of your hips slowed down as if youâd come to your senses, and your already flushed cheeks seemed to burn an even deeper red. âOh, yes. Yes. What do I do?â
âYou want to put it inside you, like we did last time. Remember?â He coaxed, continuing to gently circle his thumb.
âMhmm,â you whined, nodding your head as you felt a pressure building in your core.
âAnd then just do what youâre doing now. Do whatever feels good, baby,â he reassured you, taking his hand away and rubbing up and down the side of your body.
âOkay,â you breathed out, grabbing his length from under you and lining it up with your entrance. You had to sit up, gently rubbing his tip into your core. His grip on you tightened and the look of his jaw clenching made him look even more handsome. You tried to sit, but something inside of you prevented you from pushing down at all. You kept teasing the tip of his hard, leaking dick against your soft core, but you didnât know how to put it inside you. He was so hard and big and you didnât know what to do. You could see Fred pulsing under you, his abs contracting at every tiny movement of your hips. Finally, you pulled his tip away and sat back down into his lap. You whined, âFred, Iâm scared.â
Fred, unable to help himself, sat up and flipped you onto your back, pushing himself inside you with a deep thrust. Your breath sucked in at the shock of his full length inside you so suddenly, but as he began to rock his hips back and forth, you exhaled a heavy breath into the crook of his neck along with a long, whiny moan.
âLet me just get you started, baby,â he grunted, thrusting into you with his full length again and again. You moaned again at his words, unsure when he had started calling you âbabyâ, but you liked the way it sounded coming out of his mouth. âYou feel so good.â
Your fingernails dug into his broad shoulders as his hips snapped into yours repeatedly. This felt so different than the last time. Fred wasnât even bothering to ask if you were okay, just fucking you harder and faster until you were drooling and crying out his name.
âDoes that feel good? Hmm?â Fred asked, leaving kisses and bites down your neck and ears. You nodded and whined. Fred grunted and slowed his pace, kissing down your neck until his lips once again reached your nipples, where he bit down hard and pulled a loud gasp from your throat. He pulled out from you, leaving the two of you panting on the bed, staring at each other with eyes that neither one of you had seen before. âYou think youâre ready to try now?â
You sat up slowly on your elbows, then pushed yourself up fully to kiss Fred. He met you eagerly and allowed you to flip him over, so once again he laid underneath you. He was being so good for you, you had almost forgotten the whole reason youâd come in the first place. You wrapped your hand around his length and looked down between the two of you. You watched yourself line him up with your cunt, slowly sitting back. It was a lot easier now that heâd been inside you, fucking you so roughly just moments before. You looked up and caught Fredâs gaze staring down at your hips, sinking lower onto his dick. You laid your hands to rest on his chest, using the leverage to push yourself back up then down again, your tits squeezed between your arms. You watched Fredâs face, his lips slightly agape as his eyes stared at your hips moving on top of him. You moved again, slowly and timidly as Fred fingers gripped your thighs with such intensity they were sure to leave marks. You couldnât stop watching him. His jaw clenched again and shut his eyes, head thrown back into the pillow as you sunk down fully onto his length. You felt your clit against his pelvis, the pressure feeling so good it caused your core to shudder against the warmth of his cock inside of you.
âFuck,â Fred swallowed again, eyes still shut as you moved in circles to stimulate your clit. You were so close to orgasm, just watching your best friend become so undone underneath you. Youâd never seen him like this, his core flexed and sheening with sweat. His head thrown back with pleasure as he groaned because of you. You smirked slightly, finally understanding the appeal of being on top. âBaby, you have a move,â he grit through his teeth, opening his eyes only to see you smirking down at him. He laughed with a huff and threw his head back once more. Just as you were moving to push yourself down once more, he grabbed your hips and held you up, moving himself to fuck you from underneath. The power of his movement threw you forward so you fell over his chest. Although still on top of him, Fred held your hips up and began to fuck you hard. You make a whiny noise with each thrust, your face now buried in his neck and his hips snapped up to yours at an angle youâd never felt before.
âFred, Iâm so close,â you whined into his skin, wet from your lips.
âJust let go, baby,â Fred panted, doing all the work now that you were folded over him, panting and whiny. He was fucking you so good, the moment you felt his skin connect with your clit, your core snapped with pleasure as you moaned into his neck, shaking and cumming on top of him. Through pulsing waves of pleasure, you could feel him lose his composure, his thrusts becoming sloppy and irregular. You felt him fill you up as he came moaning into your neck, the two of you riding out the high together. Your bodies were both sweaty, you rocked your hips gently against him to slow down. You kissed him sloppily, riding out the rest of your orgasm on top of him until he fell out of you, spent. You kissed him still, unable to pull yourself away after your most intense orgasm yet. All the teasing from his fingers had built up so much pressure, you felt yourself getting wet again just thinking about it.
âMm,â Fred hummed, moving you until he was next to you, kissing you and gently stroking the sides of your body. By now he was almost on top of you again. You got the feeling he preferred for you to be under him.
âWas that okay?â You asked, pulling away from the kiss, panting. Fred brushed the sweaty hair from your forehead and smirked with a huff.
âYeah, like I said. Youâre a natural,â he charmed, pulling a giggle out from you. He leaned down to kiss you again and you obliged. Despite your lesson being over, the two of you stayed in his bed like this all evening, naked and unable to pry each other apart.
At this point you didnât even care about learning anything new, now that you knew what Fred looked like finishing underneath you.
cw mean behavior, emotional abuse(?), dubious consent, bj and other nasty stuff. semi publicsezx
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i gen feel like from the way he acts, he's an asshole no doubt about it. he probably has like really weird random turn ons too.
would put out his cigarette butt out on your skin. i genuinely feel like he would do this idk.
especially if he was particularly mad/angry, or frustrated he'd just punch the wall, kick shit around or just go to you. his favorite play thing.
either that or he would deadass just treat you like his personal ash tray. he's tapping cigarette residue over your skin, not all the time, when he feels like it.
âwhat? you like this?? fucking freak.â he'd laugh in your face too, holding your jaw in between his fingers as he shows his teeth cackling.
i feel like he's the condescending typeâŠyeah.
he would be like âstupid baby can't handle a little smoke?â just for him to blow it in your face.
his kisses are 100% rough, like face smashing and just teeth clacking, tongue in the mouth type shit.
he would grab you randomly too, anywhere he sees first, your waist, your arm..your hair if he has to.
âą he's super tall too, so he just hovers over you like a tree. his neck craning downward so he can look at your face better, sometimes you have to push his glasses up on his head so the lenses don't hurt your nose when you kiss.
âquick kiss.â and he smooches your mouth loudly, glasses clashing against your face you have to remove it before he breaks it.
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despite him being the way he is, you find him tolerable than most of the other guys he hangs out with.
he likes playing with your hair randomly. anytime he sits next to you he plays with your hair, takes a strand between his thumb and pointer and just twirls it around. sometimes even combs his fingers through your hair, massages the scalp and all. he likes seeing your relaxed face.
he also has this habit of laying on you. just randomly draping his body over yours, front, back, doesn't matter, he'll drape himself over you dramatically.
âahhâŠfuck, what a day.â he would flop himself on you like you're his personal bed.
âą lays on your lap.
âą legs on your lap (asks you to massage him)
âą arms around your shoulder, waist
âą head buried into your neck, occasionally biting.
âą leans his cheek on your head and pushes you around. asshole..
things he does to you only
pats your face after you explain something to him or when he praises you after listening to him.
âlook at that,â with a fascinated (mocking) smile. ânot fucking useless after all.â
âą shoves his fingers into your mouth when you talk too much. idk he's kind of gross. he would literally pry his fingers through your lips, past your teeth and settle his fingers at the back of your throat. and if you deny him he's going to retaliate immediately.
laughs when you try to reason with him or say the things he does to you is taking it too far.
âsluts don't get to have opinions. you're mine no?â
âą would share his cig with you only if you ask for it, otherwise you're just getting second hand smoke . would laugh in your face if it's your first time smoking and you cough it all out. (he teaches you later though)
âą kisses your skin after heâs done bruising it. your blossoming skin hurts less because your heart flutters everytime he makes you âfeel betterâ.
he probably tilts your head back by the hair just to kiss you tbh. his kisses are soft and sloppy and rough all the same
âą would randomly find you and pull you into empty alleyways or empty rooms, only for him to make you suck his cock.
âfound you.. make me come okay? today was so shit.â
âą likes seeing you cry lots.
he secretly has pictures of you on his phone. he would only stare at them when he can't see you that day, so he settles for imagining your body next to his, staring at your photos on his gallery, even the one where his cock is buried in you and you're forced to pose for him.
âokay, 3..2..1 , cheese~~â when he realizes you're not following instructions he clicks his tongue. âlook at me or iâll cut you.â
âą when you try to fight back he acts mockingly defensive. treating you like some whiney child with no say in anything.
âwhat?? gonna hit me? haha!â he would laughhhh in your face.
âą is lowkey possessive of you. he doesn't like sharing, he doesn't let other people (his friends) or other guy's get close to you. it has to be him close to you at all times. if you want something, go to him, talk? talk to him. literally anything you do, it has to be with him.
likes showing you off though. whenever you two go out, he shows you off, but makes sure that everyone around knows that you're his. hand on your thigh, arm around your shoulder, fingers playing with your clothes or hair. he does that thing where he tilts your face with two fingers to the side and kisses you slow.
things he finds hot: seeing you cry a lot (I'm talking snot running down, cheeks red, nose red, sobbing mess), seeing your scared/fearful expression, squirting (he laughs whenever you do), your bruises, when your mouth is stuffed with his cock, when you complain he doesn't fit and it hurts, your (genuine) smile, your face in general.
âa..ahâŠhurts ..i-it won't fit..â you would let out a pathetic sob, brows knitted together, body spasming as you try to accommodate his girth. âyou're so fucking good for me, arenât you? take it.â his palm would squeeze your ass and he would sheath himself further in, distracting you with a deep kiss.
likes it when you initiate intimate things first. when you kiss him, he looks at you with a knowing smirk but doesn't press it further and waits for you to finish what you started. he likes it when you're needy for his attention. this also applies with cuddles or hugs.
canonically a masochist btw
so 100% he likes it when you're rough with him as well, pull his hair? he laughs manically, trying to match the energy. bite him? sure, he doesn't mind a little bruising.
âą when he's particularly lazy on some days, you have to take it as a responsibility to look after him. like making sure he eats actual food, smoking less and basic hygiene.
you cook his meals because he says he likes your homemade food better
clean up after his mess (cigarettes, the packet itself and other trash laying around)
massaging his head because he likes it when you touch him like that.
you cleaning his glasses lens, his clothes and styling his hair sometimes(only when he allows you).
patching his skin up after a fight, whenever he gets cuts on his face- you patch em up until he gets better (he'll deny you at first, saying he doesn't need your help but he's particularly soft when it comes to you)
only you.
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+ note he's so fine I had to write something about him. probably not accurate because i only analyzed his character from the series and headcanoned him as such. thank you for readingđ„
No war Au, dreams of Rome, love and affection, fluff and fulfilled dreams (so sweet you might get diabetes)
A/N: I wrote this on a plane from my holiday from Rome with my best friends⊠ahh you can definitely tell I had a grand time! And I was really inspired!
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The smell of ink, fireworks powder, and sugar filled the air â unmistakably Weasleysâ Wizard Wheezes.
Y/N sat perched on the counter, legs swinging idly as she popped Bertie Bottâs Every Flavour Beans like popcorn. Fred was crouched behind the register, arguing with a faulty Pygmy Puff display that kept hissing at customers. George stood nearby, watching with amusement and zero intention to help.
âJust charm it again,â George shrugged.
âI did,â Fred grunted, wand clutched in his teeth. âIt keeps reverting to its âdefense mode.â You know, for emergencies.â
âWhat kind of emergency involves biting a nine-year-old?â Y/N asked, eyebrows raised.
âRetail,â Fred said dryly.
George snorted.
Despite the chaos â or perhaps because of it â life was good. The shop was booming. The customers were loyal. And Y/n was exactly where she wanted to be. Sort of.
Because while she loved the laughter and the pranks, the mess and the magic, her heart had always wandered farther. Her childhood sketchbooks were filled with monuments and cathedrals sheâd never seen. Her shelves held guidebooks on cities sheâd never touched. And every time she passed by a travel shop, she lingered too long on the posters of Rome â golden sunsets over cobbled streets, the Colosseum bathed in twilight, fountains frozen mid-splash.
âMuggle Rome,â she always said wistfully. âNot Portkey-fast or Floo-sick. I want trains. Espresso. Gelato that melts before you finish your cone.â
Fred had smiled every time she said it. But heâd never said much in return.
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Mornings at the flat always started the same way.
Sunlight filtered through the lace curtains, the smell of ground espresso drifted through the air, and Y/Nâs voice â soft and bit off-key â floated down the hallway like a lullaby from another time.
âTi amooo⊠e chiedo perdonooo⊠Ricordi chi sonoâŠâ
Fred blinked awake to the sound of his girlfriend dramatically warbling Umberto Tozzi into her moka pot, barefoot and already halfway through a sleepy dance in the kitchen.
She spun around, holding a slice of toast like a microphone.
âWelcome back to Radio Rome,â she declared. âTodayâs forecast: tragically romantic with a ninety-percent chance of singing men in suits and heartbreak on a balcony.â
Fred sat up, grinning. âStill dreaming of running off to Italy with a sulky accordion player, then?â
âObviously,â she said, smirking. âYou donât get it, Weasley. I want a Muggle Rome trip. Train stations and greasy maps and sunburnt tourists in matching hats. I want to get lost. I want cheap wine at 11 AM and to cry in front of a Caravaggio.â
Fred stood and wandered into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her from behind as she poured the coffee.
âIâm not offended,â he murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck. âJust deeply concerned that Iâll be replaced by a man named Giuseppe who sells lemons and heartbreak.â
âIf he has good espresso,â she teased, âyouâre in trouble.â
Fred laughed, but then he paused.
He looked at her â truly looked â the glow on her face, the easy joy she carried in the mornings, the way she made the world feel like a sun-drenched film reel.
And he couldnât wait another second.
âRight,â he said, gently setting down his coffee. âClose your eyes.â
She blinked. âWhat?â
âClose. Your. Eyes.â
ââŠIf this is another one of your disappearing-toaster tricksââ
âNo tricks. Just trust me.â
Y/N sighed dramatically, but did as asked.
Fred walked away for just a moment â and returned with a sleek envelope, thick and slightly warm from being hidden under his pillow all night. He placed it in her hands.
âOkay. Open.â
She did â cautiously â and then froze.
Inside was a full travel itinerary:
A round-trip Muggle plane ticket. Seven nights at a boutique hotel near Piazza Navona. Guided walking tours â food, architecture, art. Train vouchers. Museum passes. Even a cheesy street map.
She stared.
Fred leaned on the counter, acting casual. âYour flightâs tomorrow. Packed it all for you. Even threw in anti-nausea tablets for the plane.â
âYouâŠâ Her voice caught. âYou actuallyâŠ?â
âI figured,â he said, watching her closely, âif Iâm not enough competition for Giuseppe, I might as well give you a head start.â
She lunged at him, nearly knocking over the espresso pot. Her arms wound tight around his neck.
âFred Weasley, youââ she gasped. âYou planned this?â
âFor months,â he murmured into her hair. âEvery time you sang âTi Amo,â I added another bookmark.â
She pulled back, eyes wide and glassy. âWhy arenât you coming?â
He smiled, kissed the tip of her nose.
âBecause,â he whispered, âthis is your trip.â
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Sheâd tried not to cry.
She really had.
âIâm being stupid,â sheâd said, dabbing her face with the sleeve of his hoodie. âIâm literally going to Rome.â
âI know,â heâd said softly, thumbs brushing her knuckles. âBut itâs okay to miss the idiot who packed you twenty pairs of socks and labeled your snacks by day.â
But standing at the terminal gate, Fred grinning like an idiot and holding both her hands â she broke.
âIâm gonna miss you more than gelato,â she whispered.
Fred had pulled her close, kissed her forehead. âGo. Be magic. Iâll be right here.â
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Y/N stood in the heart of Piazza Venezia, caught between the roar of traffic and the soaring marble of the Altare della Patria. She shouldâve been exhausted â long flight, minimal sleep, the weight of her sketchbook bag pulling at her shoulder â but instead, she felt alive.
âChe la luna mezzâu mare⊠Mamma mia mi maritariâŠâ
She dabbed sweat from her neck with a crumpled napkin, then flipped open her sketchbook and began scribbling â a crooked outline of the Colosseum in the distance, birds swooping between spires.
âMussolini hated it,â she murmured to herself, eyes squinting up at the massive monument. âCalled it a typewriter. Honestly, kind of fair.â
People bustled around her, snapping photos, sipping espresso, fanning themselves with brochures. But Y/N stood still â a sun-dappled dot in the middle of chaos, shining.
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George leaned against the workshop table, arms folded, watching Fred try to position an enchanted lantern just so on the model of a Roman rooftop terrace.
âFred. Mate. Thatâs the same angle you tried yesterday. And last week. And the week before that.â
âItâs too orange,â Fred muttered. âIt needs to be warm, not sunburn.â
âYouâre proposing, not lighting a bloody opera,â George sighed. âYouâve got the view, the string quartet, the little candles floating midairâhonestly, itâs already annoyingly perfect.â
Fred ran a hand through his hair. âYeah, but itâs her. You donât get it, she lives in movies. She deserves one.â
George smirked, flicked his wand, and the little model balcony lit up with golden light. âThen letâs give her the ending of a lifetime.â
Fred smiled â a bit manic â and whispered to himself,
âJust donât let her fall in love with a Roman tour guide before Thursday.â
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Y/N tipped her head back and let the sun melt into her skin.
Rome wasnât quiet â not for a moment. It was loud, hot, chaotic, alive â but in the best way. Everything felt exaggerated here: the sunlight sharper, the coffee stronger, the air sweeter, like it had steeped in basil and cigarette smoke and history. Even the pigeons felt dramatic, flapping dramatically through centuries of stories.
Sheâd read that in a dusty old guidebook, and today, it made sense.
She had already wandered the Pantheon this morning â whispered a quiet hello to the dome and blinked back tears at the light filtering down like a celestial secret. Then sheâd meandered through alleyways with no destination, sketching windowsills with flowers and worn doorways with lion knockers, pausing to hum âLâItalianoâ like she was born on a Vespa.
Her hand moved slowly across the page as she drew the fountain across the street, but her heart wasnât in the linework anymore. Not really.
She kept imagining Fred beside her. Complaining about the heat. Stealing olives. Poking fun at the sheer drama of Italian hand gestures. Putting a ridiculous straw in his Spritz and saying, âIâm more Prosecco than espresso, love.â
She missed him so fiercely it almost hurt.
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Fred Weasley stood in the middle of their bedroom, a suitcase half-packed and a pair of dragon-hide boots under his arm. His shirt was on backwards. His hair was a disaster. Heâd lost his wand twice in the last ten minutes and just found it inside his own boot.
âIâm a grown man,â he muttered to himself, grabbing his travel cloak. âI run a business. I can do basic packing. This is fine. Iâm fine.â
George leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing an expression somewhere between amusement and pity.
âSheâs been gone two days.â
âTwo days, three hours, seventeen minutes,â Fred snapped, pulling out the engagement ring box and tucking it gently into the lining of his bag.
âMate, you havenât even proposed yet and youâre already unravelling like a cursed sweater.â
âI justâshe was glowing, George,â Fred said, suddenly stopping. âYou shouldâve seen her at the airport. Eyes shining, heart thumping, singing bloody âTi Amoâ under her breath while she shoved her passport in upside down. And then she cried.â
âShe cried?â
âLike⊠sweet crying. The kind that ruins you.â
George rolled his eyes, but smiled anyway. âYouâre in deep.â
âI was born in deep,â Fred muttered, zipping the suitcase shut.
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Y/N wandered into the Jewish Ghetto by late afternoon, the light turning everything honeyed. She found a shaded bench by the Turtle Fountain and sat down, sighing like her bones were finally settling into the cityâs rhythm.
A couple nearby was arguing in rapid Italian â she caught something about artichokes and dinner reservations. A nun walked by eating gelato. A cat stretched out across a motorbike seat like a Roman emperor.
Rome was everything. But it wasnât him.
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The living room was filled with smoke and swirling green flames as Fred stepped into the fireplace, suitcase in one hand, wild look in his eye.
George called after him, âYou sure you donât want to double-check the address?â
Fred just shouted, âNo time for logic, George, Iâm about to ambush my girlfriend in the most romantic city in the world. If this works, Iâll be a legend. If not, Iâll need you to invent a potion for public heartbreak.â
And with a loud crackle, he disappeared.
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She ended the day on a rooftop bar with a glass of wine and a view of the Tiber, the sky shifting to blush and gold.
She whispered to herself, âIâm really here.â
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The reservation was at 7:00 PM.
Y/N had been buzzing about it all day â ever since she found the confirmation email tucked in her itinerary folder
âAntica Trattoria della Luna â Reserved under Weasley.â
She grinned when she saw it, whispering the name like it was sacred.
Sheâd googled the restaurant â old, family-run, famous for handmade pasta and lemon risotto that apparently made grown men weep. One of those places where the tablecloths were white linen, and the waiters wore bowties, and the only menu was what Nonna felt like cooking that night.
It felt decadent. Magical. Ridiculous. And it was hers.
She spent the afternoon drifting through narrow shopping alleys in Trastevere, her fingertips brushing through racks of linen sundresses and buttery leather handbags. She wasnât a big shopper back home â but something about Rome, something about being seen in the city, made her braver.
She ended up choosing a silky, dusky rose-colored dress that caught the light like sunset. It clung gently at the waist and flowed just enough to feel effortless. Paired with her sandals and a pair of delicate gold earrings, she looked⊠romantic.
Not for anyone else. Just for herself.
As she left her hotel that evening, she took the long route â down past Campo deâ Fiori, across the bridge, her heart fluttering for no reason at all. She paused once or twice to admire the river, the reflection of the street lamps dancing across it like stars melting.
She muttered to herself, âRight. Focus. Pasta first, feelings later.â
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The hostess greeted her at the door with a warm smile and an even warmer, âSignorina Weasley?â
Y/N blinked, surprised. âThatâs⊠me.â
The hostess led her through a candle-lit corridor, walls lined with old photos of Roman actors and grainy portraits of the restaurantâs founders. The place smelled like garlic, lemon zest, and olive oil warmed by time.
She was guided out onto a private terrace.
Soft string lights twinkled above, and vines climbed along the stone balustrades. A single table sat in the center, already set with sparkling cutlery and two glasses.
Two.
Y/Nâs heart did something strange.
The hostess gestured to the table. âYour dinner partner should be arriving shortly. May I bring the antipasti?â
Y/N blinked. âSorryâwhat?â
But the woman was already gone.
Y/N stood frozen, staring at the table, the two glasses of wine already poured. Chilled limoncello waited in a tiny crystal bottle. A small folded note sat in the center of her plate.
She picked it up with trembling fingers.
It read, in familiar, messy handwriting
âPasta, pizza, and limoncello⊠but something was missing.
Or rather â someone.â
She turned around.
And nearly dropped the note.
Fred.
Standing at the entrance to the terrace, hands in his pockets, wearing a crisp white shirt rolled up at the sleeves, hair windswept from travel and mischief. He looked like every ridiculous love song sheâd ever sung in the kitchen.
Her jaw dropped. âNoâno, no, you are notââ
He stepped forward, grinning wide. âSurprise.â
âYouâyouâYou said youâd stay home!â
âI lied. It was for a good cause.â
âYouâoh myââ She was already walking into his arms, clinging to him like she didnât believe he was real. âI thought you were in Diagon Alley.â
âI was. Now Iâm here.â He cupped her face, kissed her forehead. âDidnât think Iâd let you have your Roman Holiday without me, did you?â
âYou sneaky, magical, ridiculous man,â she whispered, breathless.
âI also booked you this table,â he added, proudly. âNonna threatened to kill me if I was late.â
Y/N laughed â full, overwhelmed, dizzy with joy.
Fred leaned close and murmured, âNow. About that pasta and pizza and limoncello⊠ready to fall in love all over again?â
She nodded, tears sparkling in her eyes.
And somewhere, in the background, a violinist began playing.
Ti amo⊠e chiedo perdonoâŠ
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Y/N was floating.
There was no other way to describe it.
The table was already half-filled with steaming dishes â lemon risotto, handmade pasta in truffle cream, roasted vegetables glistening in olive oil and garlic. A carafe of red wine breathed between them. And in the background, somewhere just out of sight, the gentle strains of an old violin danced on the warm Roman air.
âTi amo⊠un soldo, ti amo⊠in aria, ti amoâŠâ
She didnât speak. Couldnât. Not for a few minutes.
She just sat there, blinking through the glow of fairy lights and tears, her eyes locked on Fred like he might disappear if she looked away too long.
He watched her carefully, gently, as she lifted a forkful of risotto â her hand trembling slightly. She took one bite, closed her eyes.
And cried.
âY/N?â Fred leaned in, alarmed. âIs itâdo you not likeâ?â
âItâs perfect,â she whispered, laughing through the tears. âItâs too perfect. Itâs actually disgusting how perfect this is.â
Fred chuckled and reached across the table, lacing his fingers with hers.
âYou,â she breathed, squeezing his hand tight. âYou did all this?â
âI had help,â he said, rubbing his thumb over hers. âA very intimidating Nonna and a very dramatic violinist.â
âI canât believe youâre here,â she said, voice cracking.
Fred tilted his head, studying her glassy eyes, the soft way she mouthed along to the lyrics, the way she kept whispering little facts about Rome to herself like it grounded her.
âBuilt in 1475,â she murmured as she glanced at the archway beside them.
âYou canât eat cheese after noon in traditional Roman cuisine,â she added, right before popping a pecorino raviolo into her mouth with pure rebellion.
She was glowing. Overwhelmed, undone, absolutely bursting with joy â the kind of joy that made her shine.
Fredâs heart clenched.
And then he knew.
He couldnât wait until dessert.
He couldnât wait until the stupid string lights above her stopped reflecting in her tears.
It had to be now.
She looked up from her plate just as Fred pushed his chair back and stood.
Y/N blinked. âWaitâwhatâwhere are youâ?â
He stepped around the table.
The violinist, as if sensing the moment or maybe having been paid handsomely for it, slid into the softest part of the melody.
âE ti amo davvero, ti amo lo giuroâŠâ
âTi amo, ti amoâŠâ
Fred dropped to one knee beside her.
Y/N froze. Her fork clattered softly onto her plate
âFred,â she breathed. Her hand flew to her chest. âYou are notââ
âI am,â he said, grinning, breathless. âBecause youâre sitting there looking at pasta like itâs a religious experience, and I canât hold it in anymore.â
She let out a stunned, watery laugh.
Fred took a deep breath. Pulled out a small, velvet box. Flipped it open.
Inside was a delicate ring â gold and soft and antique, the center stone a tiny opal that shimmered with sunset colors. Around the band, tiny letters were engraved in Italian.
âDove tu sei, io sono a casa.â
Where you are, I am home.
âI know you always dreamed of Rome,â Fred said, voice unsteady. âBut Iâve always dreamed of you. This⊠the music, the pasta, the truffle oil â itâs all lovely, but itâs not the dream.â
He looked up at her, eyes shining.
âYou are. You always were. Youâre my heart, my magic, my Monday morning, my midnight chaos. Youâre the song I hum without thinking. The home I never knew I needed.â
He held the ring up, lips curving with the softest smile.
âSo marry me, Y/N. Say yes before I cry in public and become local legend.â
She was already sobbing â a mess of laughter, hiccupping breath, hands covering her mouth.
âYes,â she choked. âYES, of course I willâyesââ
Fred stood, slid the ring onto her finger, and kissed her before the whole terrace could start clapping they did anyway. The violinist swooned into the final chorus of âTi Amoâ, and the waiter brought out a bottle of champagne with perfect, magical timing.
Y/N held up her hand, watching the ring catch the candlelight, her cheeks still wet.
âI love you so much, Fred Weasley,â she whispered.
Fred clinked his glass against hers and smirked.
âI know,â he said. âYou sing about it every morning.â
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BONUS: Rome, seven years later.
They said theyâd come back every anniversary.
Back to Rome.
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They went back â of course they did.
That restaurant. The one with the twinkle lights and the violinist and the ghost of that lemon risotto.
When the dessert arrived, Fred looked across the table and saw her â hair a little shorter, eyes a little sleepier, but smiling at him the exact same way she had the night she said yes.
âWould you do it all over again?â he asked quietly.
She looked back at Fred and grinned.
âIn a heartbeat.â
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Later that night, Fred and Y/N snuck out onto the balcony â the same view, the same soft wind, the same stars above the city.
Only this time, there was no proposal.
Just a marriage, full of lived-in love and loud mornings and tiny hands that always needed wiping.
âYou still hum that song,â Fred said softly, brushing her hair back.
âTi Amo,â she smiled. âAlways.â
They leaned into each other, older, softer, fuller.
Rome still glittered.
But the real magic was leaning against her in the warm night, hearts steady, fingers intertwined.
Wolfstarâs daughter having scary dog privileges.
Like her taking a walk at night and some creep starts following her thinking sheâs alone then padfoot immediately barking like a rabid dog cut to that creep running away.
Also her going to some place like the farmers market with pads walking infront of her cuz people just move away and give her space because of the black furry hound thatâs with her.
Remus always rolls his eyes whenever he sees her using padfoot to scare people away and Sirius loves playing along (heâs also so smug about it).
notes: iâm sorry i havenât been posting as much, schools back and itâs a lotttt. hereâs fred to make up for itđ.
pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader, george weasley x fem!reader??
genre: smut, porn w/ little plot, dark??đ€
summary: Fred Weasley had been pining for you from the start. Him, a lower class Gryffindor. Going after you, a higher class Hufflepuff that came from a big last name. Come to find out, he isnât the only Weasley after you.
twâs: twins sharing, oral (f rec), bad writing, mentions of backshots, panty sniffing, pet names (love, sweetheart), george watches, dark twins??
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How did you, a rich Hufflepuff girl, end up in a poor, red-headed Weasleyâs dorm? Not only that, but with his head between your legs. His cock hard in his trouser. And his last name on your back?
But how could a Weasley manage to lure a rich girl like you into his dorm?
Fred knew what kind of girl you were just by looking at you. You had a big, rich last name. New robes every year. A million different trinkets even you couldnât remember. And a somewhat ditzy personality that screamed ârich girlâ.
Fred came from nothing. A crooked house, six siblings, dirt poor, and a cocky personality that made up for it ten folds.
Fred shouldnât even be looking at a girl like you. A girl whose family could buy all of Hogwarts if they wanted to. Your families were far from the same tax bracket. But merlinâs fuck, you were too kind. Too nice. Too beautiful to let go.
You were a little Hufflepuff badger girl that strayed too far close to the Weasleyâs lion den. Now, Fred was determined to sink his claws into you.
âStop starinâ, you git.â George snapped his twin out of his little dreamland. Fredâs eyes had been blazing into the back of your head for the past 20 minutes. Fred huffed, playfully smacking his brother back as he rolled his eyes.
âI wasnât starinâ. Just lookinâ.â Fred insisted. George hummed, completely unconvinced as he shot his twin a look. He was lucky they were in Herbology, had this been Potions, Snape wouldâve cursed the boys out for talking so much.
âThen stop lookinâ. You fancy rich girls now?â George continued to prod, usually the âvoice of reasonâ between the two twins. Fred simply laughed. Not backing down for a second.
âLike you havenât? Sheâs got a pretty face, doesnât she?â Fred retorted, causing Georgeâs cheeks to flush pink a bit. You were pretty. Very, pretty. But his brother had already stuck his claim on you.
âAt least this oneâs a badger. Maybe Iâll even give you a turn if I ever get my hands on her.â Fred laughed. George couldnât help but chuckle at that, never one to diminish his brother for long.
âUh huh, Iâll hold yaâ to it, Freddie.â George laughed as well. Fred simply chuckled and nodded. He would get his hands on you soon enough. Nothing was ever âout of reachâ for Fred.
Fredâs mind kept drifting back to you.
The way you would smile at him as he passed by was enough for him to risk it all. The way you would giggle at his jokes or laugh when he pulled a prank made him want to simply disregard all consequence.
Youâre a rare kind, one that Fred is willing to bet his entire measly life-savings on having only ever felt the touch of boys chasing their own pleasure, not yours.
He wanted to change that.
It was something about how forbidden you were. How a girl like you was meant to be âoff limitsâ to a Weasley like him. Fred always did love the chase.
At the end of the day, you walked into Fredâs claws with open arms. While Fred was busy falling in love with his little delusions, he never noticed how you looked at him. You couldnât resist the ginger headed boy. Even if you could only have a night.
You looked like any civil manâs wet dream wrapped in designer.
Not only designer, but in Gryffindor Red and Gold. With his name on your back. A bold, risky move. And well, Fred was wearing a big grin all match.
When the match was finally done, and Harry had caught the snitch, Fred only had one thing on his mind.
You.
Typically he would host a party, get drunk, flirt a bit, maybe even go prank the opposing team with his twin. But with you dressed like that. He was bee-lining for the stands as soon as he hit the ground.
To say you didnât like the attention would be a painful lie.
âWeasley, eh?â A buttery-smooth voice purred from behind you. You turned to look, but his hands were faster. His arms encircled your middle from behind, trapping you to face forward as the crowd slowly spilled out of the stands.
âWell that is the name on my back, innit?â You purred back. His sly smirk turned into a dopey grin from behind you. He did love when you flirted back with him. You could feel him pressing into you from behind.
âI sâpose it is. Youâre practically begginâ me to fuck you when you look like that, love.â Fred hummed as he pressed himself more profusely against your rear. You gasped, chewing on your bottom lip as he kept you pinned to your body easily.
Normally, Fred would have the slightest sense of boundary. But youâve clearly forfeited all right to that.
âGettinâ all worked up over a name, Weasley?â You teased, certainly not knowing what youâve gotten yourself into. Or maybe you did. Maybe you wanted it.
Fred laughed breathily. As if it was paining him to hold back. As if he was fighting every urge not to fuck you against the bleachers beside you.
âYeah, you could say that.â He breathed. Despite yourself, you wiggled your ass against him, earning a low groan from behind you.
âNaughty little thing.â He tsked. Before you knew it, he was removing his hands from your stomach and hoisting you up and over his shoulder. You yelped, gasping and giggling as he slapped your ass with you hurled over one arm of his. (donât be surprised. heâs a beater that grew up with 6 other siblings)
âFred!â You shrieked. In which he hummed in response as he carried you off to his dorm room.
âDoes yâdaddy know you got a Weasleyâs name on your back, love?â Fred groaned as he placed you down on the edge of his bed. Slowly. Agonizingly. He sunk to his knees between your spread legs.
He then placed a kiss, right on your clothed cunt. Eyes maintaining eye-contact with you the entire time. His pupils were blown, more black than brown as he grinned up at you and lazily pressed his cheek on your inner thigh.
âDoes he know youâre fuckinâ wet for a Weasley, too?â He grinned, his fingers tugging down your waistband. Revealing your bare legs to his gaze. He groaned at the sight of your lace panties.
Fred was slipping your panties down your legs, revealing all of you to him. He tossed the garment to the side. You didnât watch where they went. Didnât know where they landed.
And then he was on you.
He couldnât hold back. Jersey still on you, he leaned in, sucking on your cunt as he filthily ate you out. You gasped and groaned as his hands gripped your arse, bringing you closer to his awaiting mouth as he went down on you.
It was heaven. To say the least. And he was good. And he liked it.
His tongue would encircle your clit and his hips would rut into the side of the bed. When he added his fingers, you were a goner.
Two long digits fucking whatever his tongue wasnât occupied with. It was messy, and you were a whining mess above him. Hand around your mouth, suffocating your little noises of pleasure.
Fred grunted in frustration. He wasnât going to pull off your cunt to complain, to grab your hand and force your noises right out of your throat.
No, thatâs what his twin was for.
âCâmon, love. Donât go quiet on âim now. Not when heâs workinâ so bloody hard to get you moaninâ like that.â A voice purred from across the room. Your eyes snap up to meet Georgeâs.
Despite yourself. Despite every moral bone in your body. Despite your mum and dad whom want you to find a good man at Hogwarts⊠You moan.
And Fred groans in praise. And hell he works harder now that you know his twin is here.
âFredâyâbrotherâahh, Fred!â You moaned, unable to escape his grasp as George chuckled from his bed. Thatâs when you noticed what he was holding. Your panties that Fred had âcarelesslyâ thrown onto his twins bed. All so calculated.
George didnât look away from you as he brought your ruined panties to his nose, inhaling deeply, followed by a low whine as his hips involuntarily bucked.
Thatâs what sent you over the edge. Thatâs what sent you tumbling onto Fredâs mouth. With an incoherent cry, you fell apart for Fred.
He eagerly lapped up every drop, of course. Earning a hum of approval from his brother with a teasing grin. You panted as you came down from your high. Your legs shaking, hair disheveled, jersey lopsided and hanging off one shoulder.
Fred wasnât done with you. And he was certainly leaving no time for questions. You felt him manhandling you onto your stomach, your arse up and ready.
Just as you expected him to line up with you from behind, to finally give your cunt what itâs been craving, he moves away.
plot: on your last day of sixth year, you get detention with professor lupin, developing a huge crush on him since then. two years later, you graduated from hogwarts and were invited to join the order of phoenix by the weasley twins, so you arrive at the black family house where you've been provided with a place to stay by the order after recently being kicked out of your home. is then when you discovered that you would have to live under the same roof not only with sirius, but also with your big crush from years ago, remus lupin.
tw: professor x ex-student, nothing inappropriate happened when y/n was a minor, like a huge age gap (reader is 19, almost 20), mostly romance/fluff i guess, a little angst, mentions of the reader being a slytherin, reader is friends with the twins but she's older than them by a year, mentions of smoking, sirius black being sirius black it's his own warning, low caps on purpose.
notes: english is not my first language, thank you for the support on the other one-shots!!! ALSO HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! âĄâĄ xoxo.
ps: i wrote this listening to speak now (the whole album) by taylor swift and it was an INTENSE experience.
it was your last day of sixth year and you couldn't believe that your last hours before dinner and taking the train were going to be spent on remus lupin office. now you really regretted following the twin's ideas for once.
in your eyes it was an innocent last-day-of-school prank, but it ended up with you three accidentally setting the whopping willow aflame for like twenty seconds before the three of you managed to stop the fire. yet, professor snape was the one to see the whole sequence of events, meaning he was completely livid and not so forgiving as others professors could be so he sent you and the twins straight to detention.
and that's how you ended up in professor lupin empty classroom, in detention, for three hours. of course snape separated you from the twins, so not only you were going to be sitting in one of the classroom benches for a long time, you were also alone.
remus was finishing getting some papers in order as he supervised you, and you sat quietly in the front row, completely bored as you looked at what he was doing to entertain yourself. in one moment, his eyes went to you, noticing your clearly irritated face.
the moment snape appeared in his door grabbing you and made him take care of your detention time (only to put more work on him last minute, he believed) you made him remember the times he used to do the same stupid shit with sirius, james and peter.
so, for the sake of the old times and the fact this was the last day of school, he decided to make your detention a little bit more entertaining.
âmiss (l/n).â he called you, his voice calm as always.
âprofessor lupin.â you answered, still irritated but with the energy to speak ironically.
âwhat were you trying to do with the twins?â remus asked you, a subtle smile on his lips. he was looking at his work while he talked to you.
âwhen?â you answered smiling, trying to play dumb because the fact that the prank went terribly wrong embarrassed the hell out of you.
remus stopped organizing his paperwork as he raised his eyes from his work to give you a serious âdon't pretend you don't understandâ look, making you sigh in redemption.
âokay, im sorry professor, stop looking at me like that. it frightens me a bit.â you admitted as you rolled your eyes. âwe were trying to set fireworks that were meant to activate when everyone went outside to take the carriages.â
his eyes relaxed when he got and answer and he continued with his work. he seemed to be just minutes away to finishing with his paperwork, though.
âyou know, when i was your age i did the same kind of things with my friends.â remus said, chuckling a bit.
âno way.â you answered, clearly in disbelief. remus looked at you smiling softly for a moment.
âi swearâ he added, and you instantly laughed.
âfor merlin's sake!â you exclaimed, enjoying his confession and now feeling less alone than before. âthe mysterious and innocent looking professor lupin ended up being a troublemaker, who could have guessed it?â you said, laughing.
he smiled as you laughed, still working on his papers.
âmysterious?â remus asked, an eyebrow raising in curiosity.
ây'know, what the other girls always say about you.â you added, trying to reference the constant things you heard from your classmates. âthat you're mysterious because of your-... y'know.â you pointed at your face to reference his scars with all the delicacy you had. being a slytherin didn't helped a lot with having much tact, but for remus you tried. remus on the other hand, was usually uncomfortable with his scars but it warmed his heart a little that his students didn't think his face was completely unpleasant, as he did.
âthey also say that you appear to be sweet and kindâ you kept enlisting what you always heard, things that you also thought. things, that you firmly believed he didn't needed to know you thought. âand of course what i consider a classic at this point: that you're beautiful.â you ended up, a little smile on your lips.
remus stayed silent for a second before answering. a yawn scaped your lips as you were really tired. the whole thing with snape scolding you and the twins into oblivion had left you exahusted, yet you guessed remus wouldn't let you sleep on detention.
âthose are all the things they say about me?â he asked, calmly. his apparently soft lips giving you a warm smile. somehow inside your chest you knew he wasn't as pure as he appeared.
in your eyes, remus had the look of a wounded man who couldn't afford to be innocent because he was already rotting since long ago, his soul marked with the kiss of something beautiful enough to torture a man.
there had to be a reason for the way this man was always looking like he knew something you didn't.
âyes. i think all the girls have a crush on you.â you said, answering his question like if your mind wasn't lingering on the way his fingers moved while manipulating every paper in his desk. that's what finally made you realize that in some point you were included in the affirmation you said, because remus lupin was too kind with everything and everyone for you to not end up completely mesmerized.
yet, you thought it was natural for you to develop a crush when this man guided your hand with his in class and whispered sweet instructions in your ear when he picked you to make a demonstration. i mean, who would not feel butterflies around him was the right question.
âi never noticed.â he lied, because in fact he did noticed, but it was fun to have someone gossiping with him about the class rumours. not that remus specifically enjoyed them though, but sometimes he felt like a gossip when discussing with, for example, minerva about all the things other students commented about him.
and right now, you were the one making him feel like a gossip. he honestly believed that you were his funniest student but also the most oblivious one.
oblivious, because you truly believed he didn't noticed you were one of the girls crushing on him too.
you smiled at remus, looking at him for a moment. you were aware that he probably lied about not noticing what the girls commented of him. he had this delicate demeanor in his face features that you couldn't fully explain, even if his skin was full of scars.
and every single one of those scars felt like a whole mistery waiting for you to solve. what you didn't knew yet, was that his scars were a prophecy of his damnation.
âi thought every teacher noticed.â you stated, smiling tiredly at him. as your thoughts became a little cloudy, you could notice that you were about to fall asleep, so you felt like you had to ask remus if you could rest a moment, or at least warn him. âprofessor lupinâ you called him.
âyes, (y/n)?â remus answered, using your name. a chuckle settled in his lips as he used the same ironic tone you used earlier when he called your name.
maybe it was the fact that you were sixteen at the time, and your hormones were crazy or the way you suddenly started struggling to stay awake, but something in the way your name came out of his lips made you feel like you had a cloud of furious butterflies inside your body, eager to come out of you. his voice made your name sound so elegant that every letter curled in your guts and twisted your heart like a siren call straight from the deepest ocean.
a subtle blush settled on your cheeks, and you took a deep breath as you noticed how his smell was all over the classroom: chocolate, parchment, coffee, old book pages. autumn.
being in sixth grade meant that the amortentia was on your class program, and after some time alone with professor lupin, you quickly connected the dots of what was exactly the scent you smelt that one time snape put a calderon full of amortentia in front of your class and asked what was it.
yet you were getting too sleepy to deal with the huge crush you just realized you had with remus lupin in that moment. « i'll handle it next year » you thought, like if he wasn't in your amortentia scent, before finally answering him.
ânothing, i was just going to ask if it would be possible for me to take a quick nap hereâ you asked him, smiling clearly tired. âplease professor lupin, snape exahusted the hell out of me.â you added, as if the plea would do something to help your case.
remus looked at you clearly trying not to laugh at the things you said. if you only knew he detested him just as you did, and that he always got exahusted from dealing with severus too.
he let out a deep breath before answering.
âgo ahead. you do seem tired.â he said, having a little mercy on you. âi'll wake you when detention it's over.â remus added, now having finished with his paperwork and opening a book he had in his desk. it was the last day of school, and he felt like you deserved a little of good will from him.
you rested your head on your arms against the bench, closing your eyes softly.
âthank you professor, that's why you're my favourite.â you said, finally letting the sleep trap you in his arms.
remus watched over your dreams with the affection only him could possess. the sweetness he lacked as a wolf, he had it as a human.
so, when you had sleep over almost all your detention time, remus stood up from his desk chair and walked over you to finally woke you from your well deserved nap, fifteen minutes before dinner.
ây/nâ he said, calmly. ây/nâ he repeated.
you opened your eyes, moved your head a bit and looked up at him, standing up in front of you.
âgood evening, professor.â your answer came out sleepy, pieces of your dreams lingering on your body.
âgood evening, y/n.â he smiled at you from above. âhere, take this.â remus said, placing a piece of chocolate in your bench, next to your head. âit'll wake you up a little.â
you didn't answer, as you were still trying to keep your eyes open.
âi need to get all these papers to my office, please leave the classroom door closed when you go to the great hallâ he added, ruffling your hair with kindness before grabbing a pile of papers on his desk and leaving you alone in the classroom with the piece of chocolate as his only remain.
when you were awake enough, in the solitude of the classroom, you ate the chocolate piece and left, too excited and flustered with what just happened to remember that you had to leave the class door closed.
after that day you went home, spent your vacations there until your seventh year started, and when you got to hogwarts and dumbledore announced that your new professor of defense against dark arts was going to be alastor moody, your stomach dropped to your feet in deception.
that was the exact moment you damned your sleepy ass and how you thought you could do something about your crush «next year». you couldn't. you wouldn't.
and the worst part is that you knew that even if remus were there, nothing would have ever happen. he was a good man, and you were just a stupid girl thinking you stood a single chance with him. or maybe not, but still you wanted to see him every day again if it was possible.
the first night of your seventh year you cried like a heartbroken girl in your bed because you thought you wouldn't see remus again, and none of your dorm mates knew what happened to you or how they could help.
the only ones who knew what was happening to you were fred and george, because they were your best friends, and even if they did everything to make you feel better you were still crying for weeks like if someone had died.
and, being aware that harry potter surely would know what happened with lupin, the twins borderline interrogated him for days until he spilled out what he knew. so fred and george came back to you with the whole story: lupin was a werewolf and he had to quit because snape sniched on him with the students parents. obviously, you scolded them because harry had enough to think about with someone slipping his name into the goblet of fire but you were extremely grateful, and now you had an excuse to murder snape.
yet, you also had an answer to all the questions you had about remus. why his face was full of scars, why he looked so emotionally wounded, why he always seemed to know something you didn't, why he disappeared once per month. he was a werewolf.
so, settling with the fact that you would probably never hear of him again you kept your broken heart and your silly little crush in a box, graduated from hogwarts and went home. until one day, an owl with a letter woke you up early in the morning crashing into your window. you recognized fred's messy calligraphy.
« dear (y/n):
well that sounded awful. anyways, how is it going? be kind enough to write us a letter one of these days, we've been missing you.
since you're sooo good doing crazy shit with your wand (almost like us) me and george fred george recommended you to our parents for a little organization that's starting to rise again. we cannot explain more since y'know, the ministry is intercepting owls like crazy.
please come on september 9th at night to 12 grimmauld place. don't use flu. or maybe just come to our house first and we can take you there. yes, that's it, come to our home and we'll go together to grimmauld place.
we expect a letter to confirm your answer. or maybe just a letter telling us about you. please write us we're desperate!! and we miss you!!
ps: lupin will be there ;) SO SAY YES!!
sincerely yours,
fred george george and fred fred and george weasley »
you laughed at the whole letter, and when you read about remus being there, you decided to do what they asked you. you quickly wrote an answer and sent the owl back to them saying yes, but your parents ended up finding their letter.
your parents weren't the most tolerant people, being wizards with an opulent life and purist ideas just like the malfoys, so of course they weren't happy about you receiving a letter not from one but two weasleys. and for once you stood up to fight them back, confessing you planned to go with your friends.
that was the last straw, and days before of what fred and george stated, you were in their front door because your parents kicked you out of home with promises of disinherit you. you were a blood traitor on their eyes now.
the weasleys kindly received you and finally explained for what organization they were trying to recruit you: the order of the phoenix.
you agreed to join gladly, out of rage for your parents ideals and out of impotence because you openly believed what harry said: voldemort was back.
and, just as fred and george promised, on september 9th everyone went to grimmauld place, you included. it was a shiny full moon night and when you and the weasleys stood in front of the door, for a second you wondered if remus was okay. if his transformations were painful, if he was going to be comforted after.
when you got inside the house, the weasleys revealed to you that the plan was for you to stay at grimmauld place, and keep sirius black (who you recently found out that was an innocent) company the most part of the year. you were told that everyone would pass from time to time and that remus was probably going to be staying there the most of the time too.
so, you met sirius, who guided you to his deseaced mother's room and told you to leave your things there since you were going to be living there full time. you settled up and after a lovely dinner that molly prepared, you officially joined the order.
it almost felt like a fever dream, days ago you were at your parents house, and now you were joining a resistance and just hours away from seeing remus lupin again. a part of you was excited and other was scared of falling in love with him, heartbeat going crazy just at the idea of sharing a home with him.
you went to bed in the middle of a haze, the sheets embraced you with tenderness as you closed your eyes and the fatigue of all the events clouding your life catched up with you. you had a dreamless sleep until a scream suddenly waked you.
you didn't found time to change as you got out of bed almost running, worried that something had happened. yet, the moment you went down the stairs you saw arthur, sirius, moody and molly (who was clearly agitated and you guessed she was also the one who screamed) looking at someone laying in the sofa of the living room.
it was late for you to go back unnoticed, as sirius instantly saw you.
â(y/n)â he said, tenderly. âi apologize if we woke you.â
you didn't answered because in the exact moment he talked to you, arthur moved from his place and you saw the face you never thought you would ever see again.
remus layed on the sofa, his face was extremely pale and full of scraches, he had a nasty wound on his chest and in general, he looked sick. molly was helping to treat the deep cut on his chest and you quickly realized that was probably what made her scream.
you looked at sirius, your expression soaked in concern for remus state. it was almost unrealistic seeing him like this but you finally understood the violence involved in being cursed by the moon.
it was the first time you saw him in two years but your eyes couldn't fully believe what they were seeing. the one you adored so much in deep secret, was injured and almost unconscious.
a part of you knew you didn't had to seem extremely worried if you intended to keep your secret, but it was hard for you to restrain your feelings.
âis he-...â you doubted before the words escaped your lips. âis he going to be alright?â
no one but sirius payed attention to your presence as they were focused on remus. he looked at you with reassurance as you stood on the doorframe.
âyes, yes. do not worry, he has been worse.â sirius answered, giving you a calm smile. âgo back to sleep, tomorrow it's going to be a long day and we'll have a meeting.â he added, as his attention went back to remus.
your feet refused to move for a couple of seconds and just when you were about to turn back and go to bed, remus eyes met yours. his gaze subtly widened and you felt like a deer in lights, provoking you to almost run upstairs just the way you did a couple minutes ago.
but as you left, remus felt ashamed of himself. after not seeing you for so long, suddenly now you knew what he was, who he was. what the beast inside of him provoked every full moon.
at the same time everyone treated his wounds, trying to make him feel better, in his mind he cursed his lycanthropy. remus couldn't help but feel like a constant burden, a beast who had to be kept captive.
as a couple of days went by, you didn't saw remus at all. molly insisted on him resting some days in bed since he was injured and his transformation had been quite violent so you only heard the news that she or sirius brought back of remus state when they went to check on him.
until one night you couldn't sleep, and you decided to go downstairs for a cup of tea. you tried to be silent as you got out of your room in your pajamas and went to the kitchen.
but oblivious as you always were, you didn't noticed that as you prepared your tea, your back facing the doorframe, someone else was also getting into the kitchen but with the intention to get a coffee.
âgood evening, miss (l/n)â you jumped back as the teasing voice of remus lupin scared you, making you drop a bit of tea over the counter.
âshit-... prof- sorry-...â you said, surprised and nervous. the words struggled to find an order while coming out of your lips but you realized in time that remus wasn't you professor anymore and that he was probably joking.
the way he said your last name scratched your brain in a oddly specific way. or well, everything he said had that effect on you.
âim sorry, i didn't meant to-...â remus started to say but you interrupted his words, turning to face him.
âdon't worry it's okay, i didn't thought someone else would be awake.â you answered, smiling at him.
the moment you looked at him you noticed that remus had the same loving and sweet gaze he had two years ago. all this time you believed that you may had been delusional about your crush over him, that maybe you had set a extremely high standard or that this was all a product of the idealized remus you had on your brain, but no.
as you saw him standing there, a comfortable brown sweater on his body and his now healed scratches on his face you realized that the man you've been crushing on was as wounded and broken as you once remembered. the same tender look on his eyes being a constant reminder of the cruelty of his destiny at the hands of the moonlight.
âyou can call me remus, by the way.â he clarified, smiling at you and you nodded.
âremus... sounds good. better than professor lupin.â your answer was a little bold but you felt relief when he chuckled. âso, what are you doing here this late?â you asked as the cup of tea went to your lips and you took a sip, testing the temperature.
âi could ask you the same, you know?â remus smiled as he walked closer to the counter, meaning he was closer to you too. âi was craving coffee, and since the days after the full moon i can never sleep, a night coffee it seemed like a good idea.â he added, as he started preparing one. âalso this is the only place in the house where molly allows me to smoke.â he said whispering playful like if he was telling you a secret.
then you gave a quick look at the ceiling and noticed that had some stains. stains caused by the cigarette smoke, you guessed.
you smiled at him and took another sip of your tea.
âare you feeling better, then?â you finally asked him, curious and nervous. the question had been repressed in your chest for a couple of days.
âwell, sirius and molly took good care of me.â remus said, still preparing his coffee. âi feel a little numb this time, though. it was more intense than usually.â
âi was a bit worried.â you admitted, looking at his hot coffee on the counter, and then directing your eyes to his.
âi know, i saw you. and i heard you.â he answered, now grabbing a cigarette he had tucked behind his ear. âi thought you were scared of me, by the way you ran upstairs when i looked at you.â remus smiled a bit while speaking, but it became a melancholic smile when he said those last sentences. then he put he cigarette on his lips like a tender death kiss.
you realized how he was probably insecure about his nature. for him, a death omen. but for you, it felt like the moon loved him so much she needed to have him for herself once a month. but it was a exhausting love, the kind of love that consumes you to the core of your being and hurts your soul.
yet you wondered what kind of love remus had to offer, and if he indeed had feelings for someone inside his chest, who would be the one blessed with remus love.
when remus lighted the cigarette, he took a deep drag and released the smoke with a certain elegance that you couldn't explain.
âno, i could never-...â you stopped yourself from saying something you would probably regret. âi wasn't scared, i was embarrassed. i thought i was being intrusive. it was one hell of a entrance after not seeing you for two years, though.â
he smiled at you, more relaxed than before as he leant against the kitchen counter. the hand that didn't held the cigarette was now grabbing his coffee and your eyes quickly made their way to his fingers against the cup. you felt like you were sixteen again, looking at his hands.
when he answered your gaze found his again.
âyou're right, it's been a long time.â remus took a sip of his coffee. âi hope you didn't got in much trouble after i left.â
âi became a bit worse.â you admitted. then your lips kept moving, saying things you didn't thought you would ever admit. âi used to have a crush on you, back in hogwarts. i was sad when you left.â
remus smirked, the cigarette separating from his lips before he responded.
âi know, the twins told me some weeks ago, before one of the meetings.â he confessed, a soft laugh escaping his lips. âthey said you cried.â
a deep blush crept into your cheeks, and a intense feeling of embarrassment settled in your stomach. you left the tea on the counter, and covered your face.
âoh for merlin's sake, i can't believe they told you.â your hands left your face and you stared at the floor for a second.
âif it makes you feel better, i already knew.â remus said, finishing his cigarette.
you stared at him in disbelief.
âsince when?â you asked, feeling like you could die of embarrassment.
âsince the day you had detention with me.â he answered, calmly. âit is true? you cried?â remus curiosity won over him.
you sighed, defeated.
âyes, i cried.â your words were shy, but then you became a little confident. âfred and george told me snape was the one that made you quit, so he became my pranks target and i got a lot of detention time.â
remus laughed, and that made you blush even more and your heartbeat raised to the ceiling. he finished his coffee and spoke.
âi pity him, i wouldn't dare to provoke the rage of a young woman.â remus answered. âeven less yours.â
âwhy-...?â you were about to grab your cup of tea again as you responded but his hand moved to the kitchen counter counter in that exact moment, meeting your hand with his.
when your hands touched, it felt like a shock of electricity running through your whole body. you instantly pulled back from his contact, looking at the floor.
feeling like you had your heart stuck in your throat, an inevitable realization came to you like a rush of adrenaline. you were too far gone for this to be only a crush. you've spent two years loving him endlessly, and now that you were with him you could only wonder if you would've kept loving remus like this if the twins hadn't recruited you, and he weren't beside you in this exact moment.
the typical boldness that layed on your chest had left you for a moment and you needed to take a deep breath. when the words came to you, they were far more brave that you could ever imagine.
âwhat if this crush never faded?â your voice trembled for a second. âwhat if it became worse?â
remus sighed and took his hand to your chin and forced you to look a him in the eyes in a sweet gesture.
âwe can't, i'm too old for you.â he said, almost in a whisper.
âi never cared about that.â you answered in a heartbeat.
âwell, i do care. it's not only the age, it's-...â he made a brief pause. âi'm dangerous, (y/n). im not good for you at all.â
âi don't care, remus. i'm not scared of you.â you moved closer, you could be in front of him.
remus was taller than you, a detail that never failed to make you weak before him. you looked up at his eyes.
âyou don't even know me properly.â his voice sounded a bit shaky.
âi never thought i did, yet i always had the desire to do so.â everything he had to said, you've already had thought an argument ages ago thinking of all the things he could say if this situation happened.
and you never thought it would, but luckily the gods or whatever above heard the constant plea of your heart.
âi can't keep a job because i'm a werewolf, (y/n) please think of what you're saying for a second-...â you interrupted him.
âyou could say your face will turn green every night and i wouldn't care. please, just give me one chance.â you said, almost in a whisper. a sweet plea for him to spare your heart.
remus thought you were a beautiful woman, brave, ambitious and oddly astute. an intelligence made for chaos and not exactly for books, but he knew better than to ruin you and in his eyes just even trying to date you would feel like setting on fire to your promising life.
he was a monster, fearful that his lycanthropy could hurt you or affect you forever, not to mention he was frightened that his children could end up being cursed like him.
but then he looked at you, so willing to have him, so in love and he felt his heart melting.
maybe you could try, right? just a try.
âi-...â remus began to say. âi think we can try.â
you sighed in relief as you got closer to him, your chest almost touching his.
his smell clouded your mind the same way it did years ago and you knew in your insides that if you someone put amortentia in fron of you, you would feel his scent as you once did: chocolate, parchment, coffee, old book pages. the smell of autumn itself.
his eyes, his voice, his smell, all of him provoked your chest to feel like it was about to explode, enchanting your mind like if some sort of love spell was being casted on your soul.
and now, he was yours. all yours.
one of your wildest dreams came true, and you knew your heart needed to seal the moment the best way you could. there was a gift, an offering to be made at the altar of your love.
there was something you never dared to give anyone else before, because no man was like him.
âyou know, i saved something special for a moment like this.â the confession came out of your lips as you grabbed his face to lure him like a beautiful nymph and make him lean into your direction.
and even if he didn't say anything. your words hit remus straight on the face, twisting his guts and he just couldn't believe how nervous he was.
when his eyes looked at you as you grabbed his face and got closer, to him you looked divine just as a superior being could be.
in the moment you kissed him, it was a sweet kiss that made remus shiver from head to toe and take his hands to your waist almost like if you were made of glass.
the first time you kissed someone and it was him. it felt like you were putting a blessing on his soul, fixing even if it was just fo a second, the damage of his eternal curse.
remus wondered if he was the one who would fell in love deeper, noticing the control you had over him just with a kiss, how he suddenly could fall to his knees if you asked.
the soft exchange between your lips ended when a voice interrupted you both.
âfor merlin's beard, moony.â sirius voice spoke from the doorframe. as remus avoided his look ashamed, you looked at him a bit irritated for interrupting. âdon't look at me like that, (y/n). i didn't expected to find people kissing inside my kitchen when i came here to drink water.â he smirked, mocking you both
after a couple of seconds you laughed at his words, and remus followed you. the first fifteen minutes into this uncommon thing you had and you were already laughing at sirius together.
remus felt relieved and for a moment he believed that any difficulties you could have, you'll both be able to work it out together.
maybe it didn't matter if he was a werewolf or if you were this younger, or if he was frightened to hurt you.
because maybe remus wasn't as cursed as he thought.
i hope you enjoyed this, i spent DAYS writing it and im glad i got to release it for halloween!!! xoxo.
âNah,â Seongje inhales a lungful of the cigarette between his fingers. âIâm in front of her apartment building though.â
He can almost see Baekjin taking a pause and collecting himself. The latter had a lot of checklist for him today involving the Union, but here he is instead. Seongje couldnât care less honestly, heâs not a damn errand boy.
âWhat are you doing there, Seongje? I told you to take care of the burner back accounts.â
âThat can wait. Sheâs been ignoring us and ditching her classes, donât act like you donât want to see what sheâs up to right now.â
âMr. Choi will be calling soon.â
Seongje rolls his eyes and takes a jab at Baekjin being Mr. Choiâs lapdog, in which the other pays no mind. âWhatever, do what you want and miss all the fun.â
The call ends up abruptly, leaving Baekjin staring at the caller I.D. in disbelief. Seongje heads straight to your unit after throwing his stick on the ground, stomping on it once.
Youâve never given him nor Baekjin the password to your door but he trespasses anyways. For him, youâve known them both long enough to be aware it is bound to happen.
The atmosphere in your apartment is akin to a museum: calm and comforting with a melodic music playing somewhere. He follows the sound, soon finding out it is coming from your bedroom.
Your blanket are tangled and bundled up in one area, while your feet peeks out by the hem. Seongje chuckles lightly at the sight.
âWhat got you all gloomy and sentimental?â
Leaning on your elbows, your eyes are wide enough to resemble an owl. âSeongje? What the hell are you doing here? How did you get inside?â
The man invites himself just like he did by the front door, and sits at the edge of your bed. Whether this is a consequence of having a literal criminal and a gang member as your friend or not, you donât have an ounce of care.
âBut I asked you a question first.â
You roll your eyes and slumps back in your bed.
Seongje pins you with a stern stare. âDonât fucking roll your eyes at me.â He moves to your side and rests his back against the headboard. âWhy havenât you been at the bowling alley these days? Baekjin is losing his mind.â
âIf he truly is, then he should be here.â
That ignites a laugh from him, shaking his head. They mustâve spoiled you too much that youâre now acting like a brat, sulking when you donât get their attention the second you want it.
Huffing, you turn your back to Seongje. He observes the way your lips jut out in a pout and how you tried hard to divert your attention to your phone once more.
A notification pops up at the top part of your screen.
Sugang: Do you want to come over again?
The gadget is gone in your grip the next time you blink. Looking at Seongje, you see the evident change in his eyes. His thumb scrolls through your conversation, scanning fast enough that you wonder if heâs actually reading them.
âOkay, what the hellâ give it back!â
âWhoâs Sugang and why is he telling you to come over at his place?â
âNone of your business, really.â
Glancing at the phone, he pulls you and settles you in his lap while he holds your wrist in front of himâ basically forcing you to show what he wants to see.
The corner of his lips curls up in a snicker, one that you know follows a mean comment about your hook-ups and dates.
âA dick appointment, huh?â Seongje tsks. âHow many dates have you gone with him? Did he even managed, at least, one orgasm out of you?â
Slapping his arm, you tell him off with his language. The dread then comes back to you, and prompts you in snuggling closer to Seongjeâs chest, laying your head on his shoulder as you get a whiff of his scent.
â... no.â
His chest rumbles as he oddly finds your miserable life funny.
âSo youâre telling me,â He tosses your phone somewhere on the bed. âThis Sugang guy have stuck his dick inside you multiple times, never made you cum, and still had the audacity to invite you over again?â
You could only hide your face in his neck. Thereâs nothing else to do except to drown in embarrassment, especially with the help of Seongjaeâs condescending tone and mocking chuckle.
âFirst was Park Yeongbeom leaving you in radio silence after telling you that his phone was broken, but switched up and it was suddenly because he forgot to charge it. Then Kim Palho stood you up just because his mama threw a tantrum about he shouldnât find a girl and leave his mom alone. Hong Sijun doesnât even know how to fucking mop the spilled juice on your floor, and Baek Sanghyun who played hard to get, making you set up several hangouts before eventually telling you he doesnât fancy you.â
Seongje takes a deep breath, and lets out a scoff. âWow, where are you getting these fucking manchilds?â
As Seongje recites all the men that had failed you for these past few months, the anger and irritation boils hot inside you. Throwing yourself on the bed once more, you muffle your screams using the soft pillows. All the while Seongjeâs eyes follow your movements.
Drawing closer, he pries your hand away from your face and turns you to look at him straight. His eyes rakes over the messy strands of your hair before he brushes them away.
He sighs. âSo this is why youâre misbehaving.â
A thumb traces the plush of your lips, putting slight pressure on your chin to open your mouth before sliding inside, meeting your tongue. Seongje hums in approval then presses kisses on your jawline.
âSuck,â
As though enchanted, your lips circles around his finger and does what he says. All the pent up frustrations caused by other men slowly fades as Seongje stabilize you in the only way he can.
âThatâs right. Youâre still my sweet girl, arenât you? Just needed a reminder.â
Seongje noses your throat while his other hand caresses your waist, uncharacteristically gentle. His patience cuts off short so he moves on to tug your shirt away and finally kisses you properly.
You whine against his mouth as you circle your arm around his neck. His tongue licks into your mouth, engaging yours to his before taking it to suck on. Seongje is in the process of removing your shorts and panties when suddenly, the bedroom opensâ revealing Baekjin with his hands in his pockets.
Seongje whistles. âLooks like you donât need to go back to those manchilds anymore. Youâve got more than one cock to keep you occupied and satisfied.âÂ
You are coaxed to stand before your bed as both men assumes their position.
Baekjinâs in front of you, surprisingly not donning his jacket anymore, while Seongje presses up against your back, his growing hardness poking the cheeks of your ass.
After youâre all bare between them, Baekjin grabs your jaw and draws you in for a kiss. Itâs not messy and full of spit like Seongjeâs, rather itâs steady and establishing, like heâs asserting his dominance over you.
Two sets of hands wanders around your body. You think you might go crazy as your sensory fills up; someone fondles your breasts and plays with its hard buds, one hand cups your pussy and slips in to gather your wetness, while one other holds the back of your head firmly as if keeping you from pulling away.
A yelp elicits from you when Seongje unexpectedly turns you around. He slots his mouth on yours like heâs been deprived this whole time. His kisses starts a hunger in you and it will most likely wonât be satisfied easily.
Someone bends you over, and you know itâs not Seongje given by the smoothness and nonexistent callouses on the skin. Soon enough, Baekjin enters a finger inside you without a signal, causing you to jerk forward and comes in contact with Seongjeâs cock.
When did they start stripping?
He takes a handful of your hair in his grip. Following his lead, you proceed to lick his shaft up and down to wet it. No way youâre putting that in your throat all dry.
And as one predicts, impatienceâ for Geum Seongjeâ is a loyal friend. Done with your stalling, Seongje yanks your hair and forces two fingers in your mouth, triggering your gag reflex as it naturally clamps on him and produces an ample amount of saliva.
âThere you go,â He snickers and spreads it along his cock.
Inserting another one, Baekjin seems unpleased with your lack of focus on him. He kneels behind you and crooks his fingers that sends you jolting again.
âBaekjin..â
Satisfaction fills him up due to your breathy moan. Though it did not last long as Seongje feeds you his cock, holding your head in place while he controls the pace. You could only close your eyes and pray he have mercy on you.
On the other hand, Baekjin lets his mouth take over and enjoys your taste on his tongue. Your hans flies to grip on whoeverâs arm is near, hips grinding on Baekjinâs face.
You stay like that for a while. And when your legs start buckling, Baekjin carries you to the bed.
âHands and knees, baby.â
Disregarding Seongjeâs scoff, you obey Baekjinâs order before looking forward and sees the former sprawling on the pillows. Seongje tilts his head, gesturing you to hover above him.
Youâre ushered until heâs face to face with your breasts. As he feasts on the soft fat on your chest, a hand taps your thigh.
âYou know the traffic light system?â
âYes,â
âGood. Tap the bed three times if you canât speak.â
Baekjin fucks you open using a few more times, and a moment later, a blunt tip obviously much larger the three of his fingers pushes inside.
âUhh..â
Hearing your mewl, Seongje sees you with your mouth agape then scoots backwards, towards the headboard. âI wanna eat you out so fucking bad but Iâll leave it for another day.â
Another day? Heavens, you might have to charge your energy for another threesome with them.
Your head lols, moans getting louder each thrust of Baekjinâs cock. He plants one of his feet on the bed, changing the angle, and smirks when your back arches and your arms visibly shakes. Swift slaps land on your ass.
âSo tight, fuckââ
âHey, canât leave me hanging now, doll.â
Seongje cuts off and holds your chin. Getting tired of him bossing you around, you roll your eyes and reaches to wrap a hand around his length when his grip suddenly transfers to your cheeks.
âI told you not to fucking roll your eyes at me,â He forcefully opens your mouth, sliding in your throat harshly. He fucks your face like Baekjin does with your pussy.
âHmmphâ!â
You scramble to search for something to cling to, your poor bedsheets taking the result of the overwhelming pleasure across your body.
âSee, Baekjin? You shouldnât spoil such bad girls like her. Look at that attitude.â
âAahâ Youâre being too harsh on her, thatâs why.â
âBullshit! This brat needs to learn her mannersâ holy shit..â
âShe knows,â Baekjin kisses along your spine, arriving at your shoulder as he murmurs against your ears. âWhat do we say, baby?â
Somehow wanting to hear and see what will be your response, Seongje pulls out and jerks himself.
âNngh.. âmâ âm sorry, âm sorry. Iâmâ oh my godâ I wonât do it again.â
âUnfuckingbelievable.â
He urge you to take his cock back in and resumes his face fucking.
Youâre so adorable with tears running down on your cheeks while your hands is attempting to slow Baekjin down. He supposes itâs only appropriate that they're providing you this much. After all, they need to satisfy your months and months of sexual frustration.
Then an idea pops in his head. His smirk blooms. âIf youâre really sorry, youâll let me fuck you.â
Baekjin perks up, squinting his eyes at the other in warning. âWait for your fucking turn, Geum Seongje.â
âWho says anything about taking turns?â
Sinking his words in, Baekjinâs thrusts falter slightly.
You, however, being too cock-drunk and unable to talk, fails to register what the two men are discussing about. Imagine the surprise and confusion in your face when all the stimulations comes to a sudden stop.
âW-what? Did I do something wrong.. ?â
Baekjin notes you look like a deer caught in headlights. He tucks your hair behind your ears and pecks your cheek.
âWhat do you say about taking both of us?â
âBoth of youâ how?â
âAt the same time. Weâll take it slow.â
âWhat if..â You trail, fiddling at the sheets. âWhat if I donât like it?â
Seongje grins. âYou will.â
In a matter of seconds, Baekjin and Seongje switches places. Youâre now pinning the former against the bed with your whole weight, while the latter strokes himself behind you.
Smoothly, Baekjinâs cock slides again, emitting a whiny moan from you. He moves you on top of him, clasping his hands to your waist as he eases his size. Your body shudders when you feel something cold touches your asshole, followed by someone thumbing it.
And then it clicks.
You clutch at Baekjinâs arm tightly as one digit begins to push itâs way inside your ass. It massages your hole, making sure youâre relaxing and opening up before pushing another one, then another more.
Three fingers produces squelching noises as they curl upwards and scissors. It echoes lewdly that you make out with Baekjin so youâd think your tongues are the source of it instead.
Slowing down his pace, Baekjin kisses you back feverishlyâ you shouldâve known it was to distract you from Seongjaeâs length.
âFuckâ!â
Your body immediately tenses and both men stops their motions, observing you. Heâs barely even past the tip.
âHurts?â
âA bit, yeah..â Your fist clenches and unclenches beside Baekjinâs head.
âDo you want to stop?â
You shake your head, shallowly breathing in and out. Seongje reaches out for the lube again and squirts some more on where youâre connected. Then, he slowly resumes pushing in the rest of his cock.
"Wait, oh god..."
Eyes shutting tight, your nails dig in the skin of his wrist but Seongje refuses to let go of your hips. Baekjin scratches your head gently, anything to cut your attention in half, away from the burn.
Soon, the pain gradually becomes pleasure. You angle your head and meets Baekjinâs mouth, letting him swallow your moans. âUh uh uhâ yes! Yes, fuck. So goodââ
Seongje throws his head back, though quickly staring back at your hole again because itâs just a mesmerizing sight. How your tight ass grips onto his cock hungrily. Fuck, he might come at the thought of being the first one to stick his cock in it.
He slaps your cheek, watching as it reddens. Baekjinâs pace fastens as he takes in the way your face contorts, unable to mask the overwhelming pleasure.
âYou think those men can make you feel this good, baby?â He tsks. âYou couldâve gone to us, to me, and save your self the hassle. Those men donât deserve you. Youâre mine.â
"She's ours, Baekjin. Learn how to fucking share."
Whimpering, a drool slips past your lips in which Baekjin wipes off and licks. Even with his thumb muffling your noises, it still rings across the whole bedroom due to how hard Seongje is fucking in to you.
A violent jab at your sweet spot snatches the breath away from your lungs as your eyes rolls to the back your head.
âSo fucking pretty,â Baekjin rumbles.
A hand yanks your hair and youâre forced to meet Seongjeâs eyes in a dizzy haze. âWhat do we say?â
It costs you almost a minute before conjuring an answer. Fortunately, they pay it no mind because of how sweet your words sound.
âThank youâ oh oh hnngh.. thankyouthankyouthankyou. Feels so good!â
Seongje laughs, pulling you close to his chest and spits in your mouth. Gulping it down, you stuck your tongue out to show him, earning approval as he licks your cheek and pushes you down on Baekjin again.
âGood girl.â
A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to put your mind in a pleasurable haze. âYou like that? You like it when he calls you a good girl? Are you gonna be good for us after this?â
âYâ yheees. âm good, Iâll be goodâ please.â
As Baekjin continuously targets your g-spot, your scream pierces through their ears as you starts to thrash between them. With a few more thrusts, youâre clenching down on their cocks uncontrollably.
The two men shares a grunt at your tightness as they eagerly follows their own climax, each losing their own rhythm resulting in a messy and uncoordinated movements.Â
Before long, Seongje pulls out and strokes his cock over your ass, letting out a loud moan as he paints your back with his sticky cum. While Baekjin takes the reigns on your hips, fucking upwards, uncaring about the obscene skin slapping that probably reaches your next neighbor.
âInside?â
Not affording to speak anymore, you opt in kissing him deeply in hopes to convey your answer. Baekjin grunts in return and buries his cock deep inside you, his cum shooting to your walls until some spills out of your hole. He fucks a couple more times and finally calms down when the cum starts foaming up around his cock.
When he finally withdraws as well, all three of you are breathing heavily. You slump on Baekjin, no longer has energy to do anything else. Seongje leaves the room and comes back with a clean towel to wipe you down, throwing said towel somewhere in the room after doing so.
Gently, Baekjin ushers you to the side. Seongje, soon, lays down on your other side.
âDonât ever contact those men again, or Iâll have the Union deal with them. Alright?â
Giggling, you nod your head before placing a sweet kiss on his lips, giving the same to Seongjae.
âOkay,â You tug them closer. âCan you buy me strawberries though? Iâm kinda craving them. And chocolates!â
âWeâll buy you some later, after you eat your lunch.â
âBut I want to have it now. Waitâ howâd you know I havenât eaten?â
And as if you didnât act like they didnât exist from the past whole week, youâre back to being their spoiled bratty princess again.
Mom came back,I'll write something about Seongje, I lost my other drafts and I didn't like others so I'll write about my boy, maybe about Gotak!!
The front door slammed shut in the apartment, followed by the clatter of keys on the table. Before you could react, Seongje's body collapsed onto the bed. He fell like a dead weight directly on top of you, his face buried between your breasts, his long legs entwined with yours.
"Seongje, you're heavy!" you complained, tossing your phone aside as you tried to catch your breath. He only let out a hoarse groan, settling in more comfortably with no intention of moving. He smelled of the chill of the Seoul night and cigarettes, but his body was pure heat.
"Shut up. Leave me like this," he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion.
Your hands moved on their own, driven by pure instinct. One began to stroke his dark hair, untangling the knots, while the other slipped beneath his sweatshirt to caress the warm skin of his waist. Seongje let out a heavy sigh at your touch, his shoulders relaxing. His arms wrapped around you suddenly, pulling you close. He loved this: arriving home to find you settled on his bed, wearing one of his oversized black T-shirts and nothing else.
"You're lazy," you said, looking at the top of his head. He slowly raised his head, with that same heavy, haughty look. He reached down and grabbed a plastic bag from the corner convenience store.
"I brought some expensive ramen. Cook one," he ordered with a half-smile, though he didn't let go of you.
"Do you look like I'm going to get up? You do it. You have enough money to buy yourself a lackey if you want."
Seongje let out a dry laugh, gave you a quick, weak bite on the shoulder through your T-shirt, and reluctantly got up. A while later, he returned with a single steaming bowl of ramen. He sat cross-legged beside you, pulling you onto his lap so you were resting against his chest.
He opened his chopsticks and, without asking, gave you the first taste. But when you reached for them to continue eating, he pulled your hand away.
"The rest is mine. I gave you the best part," he said arrogantly, devouring half the bowl in two bites.
"Hey! That's cheating." He stole a quick kiss that tasted of spicy broth before letting you finish what was left. When the bowl was empty on the nightstand, Seongje threw himself on top of you again, this time completely surrendered. His hands slipped under your shirt, moving up your sides until they rested firmly just below your breasts. It wasn't a sexual touch (according to him?); it was his rough, possessive way of holding onto you, of making sure you were there.
Relax, girl, this time it's nothing lewd about our gangster not this time, maybe soon, but with Sieun Oo Gotak I want to write more about him!
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