My piano and I never had a clear-cut relationship, even though it was, and still is, the one constant in my life that I can always count on. No matter the weather or the day of the week, the notes would always sound the same- the convenience of an electric piano meant that the sounds it produced would always be reliable, without the need for any sort of tuning.
We used to spend time together often, learning different songs or blurbs or simply pressing every key in order to hear every note, every word, that it had to say. I would press and hold the keys to hear how each sound faded. I would compose my feelings and would tell my piano every detail of my life in the form of happy melodies or abusive key-smashing.
As time passed (we are all victims, even electric Yamaha pianos), we grew apart. But we never truly left. I would come back from work, school, from parties and weddings and funerals and first dates, to my room, eyes heavy with mascara and feeling, and every time I would pass by my piano. Sometimes I would hit the keys only to be met with soundless clacks as my wobbly fingers hit the keys- I had not plugged it in.
I would (and to this day) clean my room once a week, at the same time and on the same day. Sweep the floor, fold ignored clothes, and unpack my school bag. Dirty dishes finally made their way to the sink, and the porcelain statue of Jack and Sally from the animated children's movie "The Nightmare Before Christmas" would finally be bathed of dust. During the week, my piano would collect objects carelessly strewn onto it- my highlighted uniform jacket hung on the music rack, piles of laundry stacked on the treble clef, and a binder or two on the bass. Every week, I would remove the clutter and swipe at the forever-thickening layer of dust from the body, and between each key, scrubbing the dust- scrubbing my neglect, from the cracks of my most cherished friend. The guilt that glazed my eyes made them sticky with regret, like glue in a flytrap.
My friend was always there for me. At 3 in the afternoon after school, when studying had fried my brain to the point where music was the only release, or at 3 in the morning, when I would cry and softly play to soothe my aching brain, the volume was low so as not to wake the house. My tears often drove valleys through the dust as they slicked off my cheeks and onto the shiny (yet dulled) body.
In many ways, the condition of my piano reflected my own wellbeing. The happier I was, the more determined I was to practice. When I let my thoughts consume me, the dust gathered.
Today I cleaned my room, and smiled as I realized that no dust had collected amongst the keys.
And even though I have long accepted the fact that I am a woman, a daughter, a sister and potential wife, I crave for the freedoms that come with being a man.
The other day I helped my mom at the beach, bringing out heavy things from the car and carrying them from the street to the sand, my green baseball cap pulled low over my brow, my hair tightly coiled into a single braid, my loose black T-shirt covering my small chest and as I helped her I found myself wishing that bystanders assumed me to be her son.
I told her this and on asking why, I told her I did not know why- I only knew. She had known of my distaste for my gender, and although I loved her I always found it in me to defy her norms of what was "ladylike" and what wasn't to feel closer to whatever unfulfilled need distracts me from my own femininity
Whichever Harry Potter man you desire, imagine them for this sensational, tension-filled smutty little piece that takes place in a semi-public setting.
Enjoy sluts :>
TW: invaded privacy, semi-public setting, risky endeavors, kissing, biting, hickeys, and of course, hand stuff
It's a nice winter's evening, you two are on your way to dinner, he dolled up for you and you the same, granted a nice surprise underneath your dress for him.
It was cold- the two of you spent the train ride to the city tucked up in each other's arms, the smell of his cologne lingered on your coat and he smelled of your perfume, every so slightly.
He rested a hand on your thigh, you tucked your head into the crook of his neck. He bent down to kiss your cheek while you leaned in to kiss his neck- that special place that sent shivers down his spine. You felt his hand apply some pressure to your leg, and you squeezed his bicep in return.
He trailed his had up your thigh and towards your belly, snaking it around your waist to settle on the small of your back, where it casually slipped to sit on top of your ass. More pressure.
You peered down at his pants. So far, nothing- which was good, considering the empty train car still hosted some other travelers. You kissed his neck again, and his hand slid further down, cupping your hips while he rubbed his thumb in small circles.
The train stopped and you two got off, hand in hand- arm in arm once you got outside to brace the cold. He glanced hastily around the empty streets before pulling you in for a kiss. You, however, detached from his lips and went straight for the neck, biting the skin gently. His hands slid to your waist while yours cupped his front, feeling the hot growth that started as he got hard. A final squeezed caused him to grunt, grabbing your face before pulling it towards his for another kiss- you moaned as his slipped his tongue into your mouth.
A familiar hotness began to spread from your chest and thighs, your belly burning with anticipation.
"I don't think I can make it to the restaurant like this" you said, breaking apart from his lips momentarily. He stopped, looked around, and gestured to a nearby bar. Its' music radiated down the street, the neon lights blinding- full of people, yet they would not be seen.
You grabbed his hand and practically dragged him towards the front door, bursting in- everyone was covered in brightly colored ensembles, emblazoned with glitter and rhinestones, and the two of you looked positively stupid in your fancy-dinner getup. But the awkwardness was brief, and everyone resumed drinking, gossiping and dancing.
The tiny bathroom at the end had a strict "customers only!" sign. You looked over at your partner, whose pants were stretching around his bulge- you felt yourself whine internally. He made a quick note, sprinted for the bar, and ordered two shots . You smirked at him, clinked your class to his and downed it. Then you entered the bathroom.
It was tiny but clean. He nearly slammed the door behind and didn't even get to lock it properly before he unbuttoned your dress with his other hand. He took you in for a second before starting on your chest, mouth sucking on your nipples while his hands explored your body. You tangled your fingers in his hair while he kissed you all over your neck and chest, his fingers going towards your throbbing pussy, massaging your clit. A moan escaped your lips, and he quickly put a hand on your mouth. You began to kiss his palm.
Your hand stroked the front of his pants, knowing it was driving him crazy. You slowly undid his belt, undid his button, and unzipped his trousers, building the anticipation. His cock sprang out of his boxers, and you grinned, putting your hands at its' base and gently applying pressure- your mouth showing it some love, too. He moaned- actually moaned.
It didn't take long for him to pull you back up by your shoulders and kiss you. He didn't want your body on the sink counter- so he spun you around, kissing your neck and positioning your hips as he slid himself in from the back.
His strokes were slow, deep, his grip on your hips firm. He cupped your ass and breasts, skimming his hands down your torso lovingly before he geared up again. He grabbed your hips firmer, and started to fuck you faster, hitting the right spot in sync with whatever techno was blasting on the other wall. He thrusted into you like there was no tomorrow, your underwear pushed to the side.
You were breathless, and couldn't do much aside from clumsily hold yourself up, but it was getting so intense you put your head down between your elbows, groaning as the heat in your body expanded from your ass to your thighs and back to your belly, you looked down at the purple hickeys blooming on your bare chest. You felt everything between your legs tighten as your orgasm built up, tighter and tighter until with one final thrust it all came undone- you pulsed and this made him come, too.
You both were breathless, him still inside you. You looked up at the mirror opposite, smiling at his disheveled hair and face of pure, sweet relief. You caught sight of yourself, too- lips swelled, red.
He leaned over to hug you before taking himself out and redoing his pants. He helped you put your dress back on properly, helped you with your coat, and brushed some loose hair behind your ear. He smiled as you fixed his hair, too.
'You know," you started, as you left the bar, some of the costumed individuals staring, "we can still make that reservation."
It was a cold night, you two were watching a movie on your laptop. He visited during the x-mas break, and was staying the night. That was only because your parents weren't home, obviously. They'd never let it slide if they knew of it.
The characters on the screen had had one of those moments, the cinematic moment where something in their heads click and they start passionately making out. Fred looked over at you, then back at the screen, grinning. His hand went up under your shirt, a finger tracing your chest.
'You know, we could always recreate some of the scenes in this movie' he whispered as the main heroine took her top off, throwing it over her shoulder. You smiled, picking up on what he was on about.
'Oh yeah? I'd be down for that' you whispered back, placing another hand at the base of his knee. He grinned as he leaned down to kiss you, sucking your lower lip as he undid his pants.
You leaned into it, one hand wriggling out of your shirt and the other closing the laptop. He took you onto his lap and squeezed your ass before moving his hands to your waist. You struggled out of your shirt, tossing it who knows where.
In an instant you two were naked, he was on top of you. He slid into you with ease, his cock already hard. You waited a moment, to adjust to him inside you before giving him the OK to start moving.
He fucked you slowly at first. 'I want to feel you, every single inch' he whispered, staring down at your face.
You two switched positions, you were on top. He loved it when you rode him. He was still very much in control, but he always got a full view of your body, your waist, chest, not to mention your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
You started to move back and forth, riding his cock until you felt you needed some extra assistance. 'Buck me'
He arched an eyebrow, a sly smile spread across his face. 'You need to ask nicely.'
You started to bounce impatiently, feeling an orgasm start to build up. All you needed was a little extra help from him and you'd be there.
'Do it please, I need it' you mumbled, still bouncing. Suddenly you felt his hands on your hips, they were firm and held you in place, you sat deep on him, feeling the length of him inside of you was driving you insane.
'No no, you're going to have to wait a bit' he smiled, rocking your hips back and for with his hands, in circular motions he moved your body around on his cock. Your face contorted in the sweet agony of sex, but you were so close to release, and he wouldn't let you have it.
You started to resist him, bouncing, begging, begging for him to start bucking you so that you could finally release all the pressure building up in your abdomen.
By now the pressure had spread. You felt it in your stomach, in your thighs, your ass, and your pussy was throbbing, aching to be released.
'I said...buck me...'
'Wait, almost'
You couldn't take it anymore. You reached out, and smacked him across the face. He looked at you, first in a state of shock, and then in a state of awe. 'Kinky'
'Do it already'
'Do what?' he asked, innocently enough. You leaned over, looked him dead in the eye. 'Buck me.'
You smacked him again. He smiled, loosening his grip on your waist ever so slightly. You started bouncing on him again, but this time you felt a gasp escape your lips as he started to buck his hips up, just enough for him to strike you where it felt good.
'Im almost there' you whined, sitting down hard on him every time he moved his hips up. 'almost, a little more,'
A moan left your lips has he hit it hard. 'Right there!'
He fucked you hard, striking your g-spot, you moaned in agony as you bounced on his throbbing cock, until you felt it.
All your muscles relaxed in sweet relief as an orgasm rippled through your body. You nearly screamed at how good it felt. You leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, before rolling over on your back, enjoying every single second.
When you finally recovered, you looked over at him, his face red. You blushed, hard. 'I'm, i'm sorry-'
He shushed you.
'Love, that was kinky as fuck. Didn't know you could be so dominant'
He grinned at you, kissing you on the forehead. 'Come on, let's get you cleaned up.'
You knocked on his door, smiling to yourself as you looked down at the tote bag you had brought with you. It was filled with all sorts of candies, chocolate, take-away from a fast food joint, and a bottle of soft-drink.
The door opened and you grinned.
Fred smiled back and wrapped you in a tight hug, and you felt a warmth spread all over your body. You were even more excited as you remembered the special lace you had under your coat.
He let you in his apartment and led you to the kitchen where you set the basket down on the coffee table. He took you by the hand to his living room and began to turn on the TV. You smirked to yourself, at how completely oblivious he was. You both knew quite well that you would be fucking before the movie even started.
‘What do you want to watch? There are a bunch of new releases,’ he said, paging through the TV guide. You leaned over to kiss him, before walking over to the TV. ‘I’m not sure, anything you have in mind?’
As he began to speak you gave him your back, revealing the lacey underwear you had underneath your long coat. His voice trailed off, his mouth agape. You dropped the coat on the floor and kicked off your shoes, pushing out your chest with your hands. You walked over to him and took him by the shirt collar, dragging him to his own bedroom.
He quickly overcame his shock, his open mouth turning up into a sly grin.
You sat him on the bed, and then sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and sat deep on his thighs before leaning in to kiss him. His hands ran up and down your waist, squeezing your ass, trying to touch as much of you as possible. A quiet moan escaped his lips as he cupped your breasts in his hands.
As you kissed, you sat deeper on his lap, pressing your body closer to his. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tight, before he began to buck his leg up and down, and you smiled at the pleasure.
You helped him take off his shirt, and the two of you fell back, you still on top of him. It wasn’t long before he flipped positions, so he was on top of you. He buried his face into your chest, and you scratched his scalp, his hands going to cup your breasts one last time before he leaned town to take off your underwear.
He carefully thrust into you, and fucked you slowly, deeply. You closed your eyes in bliss as he leaned up to your neck and kissed it all over.
‘I’m going to fucking, wreck you. Can I?’ he whispered. You smiled, and gave him a weak sign of approval.
As soon as he heard that he flipped you on your belly, spanked your ass and began fucking you from behind. He fucked you hard, and went deep to hit all the right places. Your moans started to get louder, until he finally thrusted hard enough for you to orgasm, which triggered him to come himself.
He may have been done, but he wasn’t finished.
He palmed your ass before flipping you over again, spreading your legs and leaning up to kiss you, biting your lip and collarbone before ducking down again.
The moment his mouth met your clit your eyes rolled back. As soon as he heard your moans get louder, he evened his pace, edging you for a solid amount of time. He lightly flicked your clit, until he decided to suck on it, allowing another orgasm to roil it’s way through you.
But he didn’t stop. He kept stimulating your clit, and you whined and screamed from the complete overstimulation. It was hot and heavy, the tingling sensation was more than you could bear.
‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK i’m going to fucking explode, please, fuck, oh my god, fuck-’ you stumbled over your words as he edged you more, until you came again, but he didn’t slow down. He made you come again until you were sore.
He didn’t stop until he felt your body go limp with relief, and you lay still, panting. He smiled and wiped his mouth, coming up next to you. He laid you on his chest, and you lay limp as he kissed you on the forehead.
‘You were amazing, love.’ he grinned. ‘Now how about that movie?’
SUMMARY: To put it simply, you are completely determined to unravel your boyfriend tonight. He was entirely prepared for you to be the dominant one in this relationship.
TW: Dom/Sub, top/bottom, switching positions, hand play, mouth play, self-pleasure, name calling (ex. bitch) and ✨aftercare✨
Hard day.
The urge had been eating away at you, during classes, during lunch, during a long chat with your friends,
You needed release. Badly.
As soon as the last bell rang you snatched your phone from your hidden robe pocket and texted your boyfriend to meet you in your dorm at precisely 9:00PM and every minute past that would be another minute you would put ‘work’ into as soon as he showed up.
All you received back was a happy-face emoji. You rolled your eyes in an effort not to smirk at your phone.
During dinner you were practically burning with anticipation as you caught his eye from across the dining hall. His hair was all messed up from a long day or running around and pulling pranks, and running around trying to escape being captured.
He saw you and gave you a smile, followed by a cheeky little wink. Fucking twat.
You couldn’t concentrate very well on the conversation your friends were having, talking over some boy from Ravenclaw. You knew what you wanted, and were being patient until you got it.
It was 8:59PM when you got a knock on your door. You swung it open.
‘Hi’ he said, smiling. You tugged him by the collar into your dorm before slamming the door shut and using your want to sound-proof the room. You turned around and pushed him down on top of your bed.
‘Can I ruin you tonight, love?’ you whispered in his ear, running your fingers gently along his jaw. He swallowed.
‘Yes, I’m all yours.’
With that you brought him in for a kiss, and you made our until he pulled away for air. As he quietly gasped, you took off your top to reveal the push-up you were wearing. You angled your body to push your tits up, and you pressed your ass down on top of him, gently running your fingers up and down his stomach, allowing him to gaze up at you like the absolute goddess you are.
He began to bring his hand up to your thighs and hips. but you grabbed them and pressed them on your boobs. ‘Ah ah, not yet.’
You grinded down at him, navigating your hips closer to his. Once you found his cock, still hidden beneath his trousers, you cupped it with your ass and rocked back and fourth until you felt it start to harden.
When that happened you stood up and took off your own pants, revealing a matching bright red underwear that matched your bra. You brought your hands up along your own waist and squeezed your boobs, and unbuckled his belt. You undid his zip and pulled away his trousers and underwear and his shirt had been long gone.
You looked at him, smiled, and pulled down your panties, kicking them to he side. ‘Before I do something for you,’ You said, taking a step closer to him, bringing your mouth towards his cock, ‘I need you to do something for me,’ you continued, grabbing the base.
‘Right after I do you this tiny, little favor.’
You brought his cock to your lips and began to slowly slip it into your mouth. Once you got used to the feeling, you began to bob your head, back and fourth. You glided your tongue back and forth, and picked up the pace as his groans grew louder and more desperate.
He finally came, sighing as you removed his cock from your mouth and tossed the condom aside. ‘God darling, you are...’
He sat up to look at you. ‘Incredible.’
You suddenly lost the siren-like look in your eyes, and gave him your biggest puppy-dog eyes. You narrowed your shoulders to push your boobs out and spread your legs, and resisted a smirk as his eyes bugged out at you. ‘Can you return the favor to me?’ you pleaded leaning slightly back. ‘Please?’
He was happy to get all handsy, feeling up your waist and hips, worshipping every inch of your skin before pressing his lips to your clit. He knew you well, and had a mental atlas of your body.
He sucked at your clit, and you began to feel the muscles in your thighs and vulva begin to loosen, before they began to curl back and tighten.
You knew he appreciated narration, to know exactly how to please you. ‘Faster’ you breathed, and melted in appreciation as his tongue began to flick faster over your clit and the burning sensation in your vulva and asshole began to increase.
You moaned in frustration as he edged you. That bastard wanted to tease you. He worked magic down below until you had to humiliatingly beg him to let you come.
He slowed down ever so slightly, making you whine. You whined, the sensation was burning a hole through you, this was the longest you have ever been edged, and you felt like something was going to blow.
‘Fuck, FUCK please, please let me do it, oh God-’ You couldn’t finish. He picked up the pace again, and you screamed as the sensation became stronger, and stronger, until you felt it burst.
You unraveled, your orgasm washing over, hitting you hard. You felt it in your vulva, your thighs, and your ass. He kept his tongue on your clit until your high had ended like the good little boy he is.
Once that was over, you sat up only to be greeted with a smirk. You were still panting, and felt yourself dripping onto the wrecked comforter.
You reached over, coming to your senses, and flung a condom at him. You instructed him to put it on. Then you ordered him to lie back, and play with himself. He raised an eyebrow and did as he was told.
You watched until his cock hardened before ordering him to stop. He looked confused, but also desperate.
You sat down on his cock, making sure it went deep into you. You started to ride him, and it was your turn to edge him. Payback.
‘Let me know when you’re about to cum, love’ you said softly. He nodded, rolling his eyes back.
You picked up the pace, back and forth, faster until he said he was going to cum. Then, you stopped. You started going up and down, before sitting deep on his cock, and you pulsated your muscles to squeeze and release his cock. You enjoyed the feeling, you could feel him growing harder, and harder.
‘Babe, babe- please’
You sat deeper and squeezed your muscles as you rose, up and down, hold and release, until his veins were visible from how hard he was gripping the sheets.
‘Please I’m begging you, please it’s-’
‘Tell me what’s happening to you. Explain.’ You wanted to see him squirm underneath you, and you fed off of his weakness.
He gasped, trying to find words, to obey, to get what he wanted, what he desired more than anything in this moment.
‘My cock is so hard, you- you get me so hard love, please let me- let me come. It’s so stiff, it is so fucking stiff’
‘Mm’ you smiled. You palpated on his dick some more, until an actual, ever so quiet scream left his lips. You then sped up the pace, bouncing on his cock, he screamed properly this time, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. You bounced up and down, until finally you heard him make a sound midway between a gasp and a scream. You grinded down on him, feeling yourself being turned on from the absolute power you held over him in that moment. You felt him come, his dick relaxing, and he panted, out of breath, and you got off of him. You removed the condom, and tossed it in the bin along with the other one. You crawled up to his face, smirking. “my sweet little boy’ you cooed before kissing him on the lips. He kissed you back until his head dropped back into the pillow from all the blood rushing to it. He mumbled something along the lines of ‘I love you’ and you smiled at him.
‘Good boy.’
After you two had a shower, You helped him get dressed and walked him to bed. Putting on the both of your favorite movies, you lied with his head in your lap. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your belly.
‘Good boy’ you sighed, running your hands through his hair.
Sighing, you crumpled the paper in your hand and tossed it over your shoulder along with your other failed attempts at practicing sample questions for your upcoming exams.
A sour feeling boiled up inside you as you looked over at the clock on your bedside table. Almost 11:00PM.
Three bloody hours you’ve spent poring over these notes.
You could feel yourself going blank, feeling like you were in an endless loop of trial and error, and you needed some form of relief.
Taking out your phone, you began to scroll the internet. But you were only half paying attention. Something needed to be done.
Your cheeks flushed red as you realized what that something was. Fuck, you needed to be railed.
‘Come over.’
Bouncing your knee in anticipation, you sighed with relief when you heard a knock on your door. ‘It’s open!’
Your boyfriend stepped in, shutting the door behind him as he shed his jacket and hat. You sprang up and locked the door.
‘Hey, wh-’
He didn’t get a chance to speak before you kissed him deeply.
‘I want you.’ You said flatly. He cracked a cheeky grin before slowly starting to zip down your sweatshirt, but you pushed him away and stripped until you were in nothing but your underwear. A look of surprise washed over his face as you pulled him over and started to undo your belt.
‘I need this. Fred, I need you to rail the shit out of me.’
You shoved him on the bed and he took off his shirt, and you climbed on top of him, kissing while grinding on his leg. Fuck.
He promptly flipped you on your back and he kissed his way down, tearing off your underwear and slowly started to enter you. He started out slow, but you were impatient.
‘Woah- woah,’ he startled as you started to buck your hips in anticipation, and he quickened his pace. You gave him a warning before flipping on your belly and groaned as he fucked you from behind.
Your moans grew louder as he palmed your ass, and with each thrust you ground your clit on the mattress. ‘Harder...Harder, please,’
‘Oh Love,’ he groaned as he thrusted harder into you. You put your face down into the sheets and screamed as you came. But you weren’t done.
The two of you swapped places, with you riding him. He gazed at you; his puppy-dog eyes awestruck. ‘You are, so gorgeous.’
You began to ride him, back and forth and grinding on him. He groaned, and you could really feel the stiffness of his cock inside you. You felt yourself coming, and you rode him faster and faster, until you were both hot messes of each other.
‘Love, I’ve never seen you like this. Is everything ok?’ he asked, panting as he came down from his second high.
‘I need to release all this tension exam stress has given me’ you sighed, coming off of him. He grinned.
Flipping you on your back, he kissed your belly and looked up. ‘I can help with that.’
‘Freddy, I just came twice,’
‘And I’ll make you come five more times if that’s what it takes, darling.’
You didn’t reject his advances. Each of his hands were hooked around your thighs as his tongue began to flick at your clit.
He ate your pussy out good, he edged you, edging you until you were a crying mess. The heat was intense, so intense you felt like your pussy and your ass were about to literally burst. He flicked his tongue faster and faster, letting you orgasm. But he didn’t stop. He kept on going and going until you fucking cried. Your clit was on fire and you were practically dripping onto the sheets. He pressed his mouth to your clit, sucking at it a few more times until your last high ended. He licked you up clean and kissed you on the lips before pressing another kiss on your forehead. You were a hazy fucking mess.
You stared bleary-eyed at him, your pussy recovering, legs still shaking.
He smiled at you. ‘Tension released?’
‘I’m not going to be able to fucking walk tomorrow, babe’
‘I’ll take that as a yes.’ He kissed you again and helped you to the shower, sitting you down as he took a washcloth and worked his way around your body. He helped you dress and laid you on the bed, tucking himself behind you before drifting off to sleep.
Fred called Y/N ‘soft’ and ‘sensitive’. She takes it personally, and shows him what she can do.
Fred Weasley x Y/N
TW: smut, dom/sub, whining, Dom Y/n, begging, sub Weasley
Enjoy :)
You shivered as his hand slipped up under your shirt. He smirked.
‘What is it?’
‘Nothin’ much love’
You brushed it off, fixing your attention back on the screen of the laptop showing a movie. You let out a soft moan as he cupped your breast, this time is audible chuckle ticking you off.
You paused the movie, turning over, his hand still on your chest. ‘Seriously, what is it?’
He shrugged. ‘I find it entertaining.’
Your eyebrows narrowed. ‘Find what entertaining?’
You gasped as he added more pressure against your tits. ‘That. You’re so sensitive love, I always forget just how soft you are.’
Soft?
You sat on top of him, feeling his other hand slide to your ass. ‘I can rock your world, Weasley. You’re goin’a pay for that.’
His sly laugh angered you. You dropped down on his waist, putting all your weight on him. He seemed to be put off, but not for long. He grabbed your jaw, pulling you in closer. He bit your lip before moving to your ear- ‘I would love to see you try.’
In seconds the two of you were naked. He tried to enter you, but you caught him off-guard, pushing him over so you were on top of him. He expected you to ride him, but you looked down at his cock. You moved your hips, sitting so his cock was just in front of you. He seemed confused, and that was when you started sliding your hand up and down his cock.
He wouldn’t give in, so you took it up a notch. You reached down to your own area, teasing yourself. While he watched.
You made him watch as you orgasmed. By this time his cock was solid.
He made a move to touch himself but you swatted his hand away. ‘I’m going to show you who the ‘sensitive’ one is tonight.’
You fully intended to crush this mans sexual ego.
You reached over, fingers covered in your cum, and started to rub it over his cock. But not enough so he will come, but enough for to cause tension.
You could see the sweat starting to bead on his forehead. His cock was red, stiff.
You decided to get on top of him. You two fit together perfectly. Seeing the releif start to spread across his face, you stopped bouncing on him. That, was when he started to look worried.
You clenched, palpating on his cock. You could feel it, hot and hard inside you. You didn’t care about yourself in that moment, you wanted to see him melt.
‘Y/n...’
You started to palpate less, but hard. Squeeze, pause. Squeeze, pause.
By this point he was sweating, gripping the sheets tighter than you had ever seen him grip them.
‘Please, please let me,’
You held the pressure on his cock.
‘Please let me... let me come.’
You sank lower on his cock, palpating while rocking back and forth.
‘Please, let me come woman! Please, please I’m... I’m BEGGING you!’
That was all you needed. You palpated again, sliding up on his cock, faster, and faster, he actually started moaning.
Until he let out one of the loudest groan you’ve ever heard... you felt the pressure in his cock decrease as he choked on air, gasping for relief.
You started to rock back and fourth on him again, but he started to whine. You got off, and brushed the hair out of his face. He looked utterly exhausted.
As the wind blows through my open window, I watch as it inflates and twirls the dress hanging on my closet door.
I like to think a little ghost girl is wearing it, feeling beautiful
You closed your eyes as he blissfully kissed your lips in a passionate manor. His lips locked with yours perfectly, bringing you in deeper as he slid his hands up and down your body.
‘I want you to know’ he started before kissing you again, ‘that you, are so, so beautiful.’
He pecked your lips one last time before slipping his hands under your shirt and gently pulling it over your head.
You allowed yourself to slump back against the soft blanket on the bed, knowing that the tender touches of your lover’s hands would keep you safe. For each article of clothing he took off, he kissed that part of your body, telling you how beautiful you are.
He finally made his way to your bra, unhooking it and gently taking it off. He met his lips with your collarbone and looked up at you with puppy-dog eyes, leaving a light hickey on your chest.
‘What’s more comfortable for you, love?’
‘Um,’ you were a bit shy, since you had just cried not long ago about feeling worthless and unloved. You should have known, George was going to make you feel more loved than you ever have felt. ‘Could I be on top this time?’
He nodded, smiling as the two of you changed positions. You lowered yourself down onto him gently, feeling his cock harden inside of you. He squeezed your hand and held onto it as you started to nudge your hips back and forth slowly, allowing yourself to get used to his length.
His hands moved to your hips, guiding you and keeping you balanced.
You started to feel the heat rise up through your legs, so you started to work a bit faster, grinding down on him.
You let your head lean back, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. George was murmuring things to you as you picked up the pace, rocking back and forth on his cock as his hands gently squeezed your hips and your ass.
‘I- I think I’m going to come’
‘Good, good girl! You are doing so well, I’m so so proud of you. You look gorgeous, my love.’
A soft moan escaped your lips, the heat in your pussy and around your ass was unbearable. ‘You can do it love, you’re almost there’
With a few more rocks, grinding down on him as hard as you can, you finally felt your orgasm ripple through your body. You moaned, bouncing on him faster, you could feel him deep inside of you.
‘I’m so pleased my love, you did so well’
He grabbed you by the hair and brought your head down for a kiss. He let you get off of him on your own time, and you crawled next to him on the bed. He wiped you off with a towel and dressed you, kissing you every so often.
After he got himself dressed and got his laptop off the desk, opening it to one of your favorite movies. You snuggled up next to him, and fell asleep feeling more content then you had been an hour ago.
TRIGGER WARNING: smut, sex, touching, fingering, dominating, stripping, degradation, degrading, use of names (ex b*ch, sl*t, etc.’
SUMMARY: Just frustration-induced sex after a horrid match, it just goes straight to the smutty bit
Fred slammed the door shut, your legs wrapped around his waist as he locked and silenced the door before throwing you onto the bed.
You prepared for him to rip your clothes off but instead he stood at the edge of the bed breathing heavily, his nostrils flared in rage.
‘I-’
‘I want to see you do it. Strip.’
You bit your lip and slowly slid off your sweatshirt, throwing it on the ground below you. Slowly you took off your undershirt. Then your shoes. Then, you slid your pants down, locking your eyes with his own as you pushed your ass back in a teasing manor. You played with your own underwear strap, pulling it back before letting it snap back against your hip. You arched your back as you slid a hand down into your underwear and pulled it back out, throwing your panties at the edge of the bed.
You waited, but Fred just stared at you. Your eyes bugged out at the bulge beginning to rise in his pants.
Completely naked on his bed, you slid your hands down your own waist and over your hips, beginning to touch yourself as he watched.
His cock was swollen under his pants by now. He didn’t look down as he fumbled with the zip.
You lay back, spreading your legs wide and welcomed him. He was naked as well, his toned abs and arms came over you. His cock was swollen, hard. You were wet just by looking at it, eager to have it in you.
Before you could say anything his hand clamped down on your jaw, bringing your face to his before he sucked the saliva out of your mouth, his tongue playing with yours.
Then you felt it.
You let out a surprised gasp as he slid himself into you, giving you a moment to adjust to the pressure in your abdomen before he started to move his hips, back and forth, back and forth going faster and faster, picking up speed.
He grunted something about changing positions and before you knew it you were on your hands and knees, being fucked from behind.
‘F-Fred-’
‘Say my name, you little slut’
‘Fred! I’m going to.. to-’
You couldn’t get the words out. His hands were clamped down on your assm bringing you close with each thrust.
You could hear his grunts, feeling his cock inside of you.
Both of you started to come at the same time. You gripped the sheets and screamed, feeling his cock throb as he came as well. He gave another thrust, then another, before collapsing forward.
He caught himself. He gave you one last thrust from behind before flipping you back around so you were riding him. You were disheveled, but he kept his hands firm on your hips.
Your body was doing its own thing now. Your hips moved in circular motions, you grinded down on him, feeling another high coming.
‘Look at you, you’re a mess. You... you beautiful fucking whore’
You began to bounce faster, feeling another high but Fred stopped you, clamping your hips down so his cock was only throbbing inside of you.
You started to whine.
‘Say my name.’
‘F-Fr-’ you moaned, your legs shake and the heat in and around your pussy, up to your ass and deep within your belly. It was so fucking hot and you needed to come but he wouldn’t fucking let you.
‘Scream my name you slut’
‘Fred!’
He loosened his grip on your ass and you began bouncing and grinding on his cock again, frantically moving your hips, the the heat growing more and more until
you finally came again. And so did he. Both of your areas were worn out and hot, burning from the anticipation.
You lifted yourself off of him and lay at his side. “good girl’ he whispered, sighing and wiping sweat off of his face.
SUMMARY: Fred takes over since you are exhausted from shoving books in your face for finals.
TW sexual tension, sexual advances, overall fluff + smut
Fred Weasley x Reader
Exams are right around the corner and you were hunched over on your bed, a thick textbook opened in your lap. You lips moved as you mumbled the words to yourself, dragging a finger along each line.
A knock comes from outside. “come in’ you mumble, barely realizing who had walked in.
Fred Weasley sauntered in, a hoodie and sweats draped over his frame. He ran a hand through his hair and puffed out a breath of air, waiting for you to say hello or acknowledge his presence at all.
A minute has gone past. Three. Fred sighed, walking over to your bed and plopping down next to you.
‘No my papers! They’re going to get all crumpled, I’ve been working on these all bloody evening,’ you said, exhausted.
‘Well, hello to you too lovey,’ Fred sighed, pushing the notes to the other end of the bed. You sighed, letting your head drop into your hands. ‘I’ve been at this forever.’
‘Maybe you ought to take a break, no?’
You slumped against Fred’s shoulder, he smiled and wrapped his arms around you. You felt his thumb drawing little circles on your back. ‘I can’t. I’m going to keep on worrying about it- this is hell.’
Fred smirked. ‘Perhaps, I could distract you~’
You looked up and gave him a weak smile. ‘I am so incredibly tired... I’m afraid I won’t be much help for you.’
You watched as Fred gathered your study material into a stack and laid it on your bedside table. He slipped off his hoodie and hovered over you, hands playing with the hem of your shirt. ‘You’ve been holed up either in here or the library all week. I’ve missed you.’
He slipped off your shirt and his mouth fell agape, looking your body up and down. ‘I’ve missed you... and I’ve forgotten how beautiful you are...’
You blushed as he slipped off your bra and pulled off your pants, he slid his finger under your underwear before pulling it down your legs and throwing it across the room.
He kissed your lips, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before kissing your neck and moving down to your collarbone, leaving hickeys in that one weak spot you didn’t even realize was there.
He moved on to your belly, cupping his hands under your ass as he kissed either side of your hips. He ran two fingers along your inner lips, his mouth curling into a smile as he heard your stifled annoyed grunts from being teased.
He slipped his finger in, curling it before slipping in another. You could feel them curling inside you, he fingertips brushing against your g-spot.
You moaned in protest when he removed his fingers, but quickly shivered as he started to edge your clit.
It felt like a soft tension. That tension started to build up the longer he went, his fingers curling expertly over your clit and the tension rose, your legs began to shake and you could feel the heat rising from inside you.
He kept up the pace. You wanted to whimper, you felt like you were about to burst. But he edged you, not letting you go any further.
‘Please...please let me go all the way, i feel like i’m going to explode.’
He grinned. “I want to see how far I can take you...”
The tension felt like a fire in your lips, your clit had a heartbeat and there was a vibrating heat all along the inside of your thighs and around your ass. There was a ball of fire in your belly at this point, and you were struggling not to cry out. It felt so, so fucking good.
‘Please I’m begging you.’
‘Very well.’
He picked up the pace. The tension became greater, your legs shook more violently, and your clit was throbbing.
Finally, you felt the orgasm ripple through you and you let out a grateful sigh of relief.
He came up and kissed you softly, before walking to your dresser and pulling out a clean hoodie and a pair of underwear for you. He dressed you up before kissing you again and climbing beside you.
Summary: He’s annoying. He wants you to loosen up.
TW: smut
You and one of your best friends are watching a movie. Fred kept making remarks on how the main character somewhat reminded him of you.
The main love interest of the hero started to make out with them on-screen, your face going red as a moan escaped their mouths.
Fred took notice of this. His arm slinked down from around your shoulder, resting it on your thigh. He rubbed his thumb in a circle, feeling your muscle tighten as you pursed your lips.
‘something the matter?’ he smirked, trying to catch your eye.
You kept your gaze strongly focused on the laptop in front of you, but that wasn’t doing you any better. The main character was undressing themself, the love interest pressing kisses to their neck.
Fred came closer to you, you could feel his breath on your skin. His hand went closer to your midsection, his fingers pulling at your shorts.
‘Come on darling,’ he smirked, another hand going up your shirt and unhooking your bra.
‘Don’t be so uptight.’
With that you shut off the laptop and straddled him. He took of your shirt and started to kiss you.
His lips worked like magic as he trailed from your lips to your jaw, down your neck before he sucked on your breast.
His hands cupped your ass, giving it a squeeze before bucking his thigh.
You moaned.
Fred raised an eyebrow. He bucked his thigh again.
You could feel the heat starting to rise up. He bucked it again and again, hitting your clit each time.
He then flipped you on your back, bending down to pull your shorts off.
He started to work on you, circling you, feeling you.
The heat spread all through your legs, causing them to shake with anticipation as you reached your high.
You panted, throwing your head back as Fred unzipped his own pants, kissing you as he slid it in.
His movements were slow at first, but he began to gain speed the louder you got.
You felt like you were on fire.
When it was all done, Fred let out a small laugh.
‘What is it?’
‘I’m pretty sure I loosened you up real good, my love’
