Magic in the Bedroom
A Fred Weasley x Reader Romance
Summary: When you find your favorite muggle toy missing from your bedside drawer, you suspect your boyfriend has something to do with it… and you’re proven right.
This is a post-war, Fred lives AU, established relationship, spicy, cozy mystery. Thank you to everyone who asked to be tagged, I hope you like it!
Warnings: (18+ NSFW, smut, sex toys, slight praise kink, mild exhibitionism, established relationship, no use of y/n, and once again for the folks in the back, MDNI 18+)
Word Count: 4.5k
Enjoy ;)
Fred was definitely up to something. I was sure of it. There was just this nervous energy about him this morning as he hastily departed for work.
Having the day off, I continued sleeping as Fred readied for work. But hearing his rushed footsteps, I stumbled out of bed to see him drumming a frantic rhythm beat on his knee as he scarfed down the last of his breakfast. As soon as he swallowed the last bite, he was heading for the door, stopped to give me a quick peck on the cheek, and was gone.
I wondered why he left in such a rush, but in my early morning fog, I did the only thing that made sense. I went back to sleep.
When it was a more reasonable hour, I rejoined the living and started my day. I spent the first few hours channel surfing and lounging until I finally decided to get up and be productive.
Of course there were spells to get household chores done faster, but I liked to do them by hand. It kept me humble. Plus, it was fun to turn up my favorite music and dance around the flat. I know Fred liked it too.
You’d think I was a burlesque dancer the way he watched me. I’d be scrubbing grime off a pan in pajamas with the slightest sway to my hips, and he still looked at me with googly eyes. Fred was never discreet with his ogling. Not that I minded. There was a time in my teenage years when I only dreamed of being Fred Weasley’s girl.
We were friends back in school, but nothing more. I watched other girls fawn over him and George for years, all while harboring a secret crush.
I was too shy to make any moves of my own back then, so I resigned myself to being Fred’s loyal friend. It was better to be in his circle as his friend than risk everything by trying to become more.
Then the battle happened.
Nearly losing Fred put a new perspective on things. I was no longer afraid to let him know how I felt.
To my surprise, he felt the same way.
Now, I couldn’t imagine a world where we never fell in love. When we made the decision to move in together, nothing had ever felt so right.
When I finally finished the last of the dishes, I patted my hands dry and took a step back. The place was immaculate.
Satisfied with my handiwork, I plopped down on the couch with a worn out copy of my favorite romance novel. It was the kind where the characters have such chemistry, such tension. A mere graze of a gloved hand. The kind of book that could give a girl who’s home alone, a fantastic idea.
I slipped my bookmark between the pages and made my way to the bedroom I shared with Fred. Since he wasn’t home to reap the rewards of my romance reading, I had the perfect tool for the job.
I sat on the edge of the freshly laundered bed and reached into the back of my bedside drawer for my secret muggle contraption. It was a pocket-size, vibrating bullet I acquired years ago on a trip to London with a friend. I was almost too embarrassed to buy it, but my friend was right when she said, “If muggles managed to invent one thing worth owning, this is definitely it.”
I didn’t really mean to keep it a secret. When Fred and I first got together, I just naturally used it less and less until I forgot about it. But when I was packing up my old flat to move in with Fred, I found it buried under some old clothes.
Let’s just say there was a joyous reunion.
Since then, I’ve kept in the same spot, waiting for afternoons like this. Except, it wasn’t there.
I didn’t panic at first. I simply assumed I’d been careless, but after dumping the drawer and checking under the bed—twice—it clicked. I looked around our home, which I had just polished to a perfection. In a flat this clean, things don't just disappear. I didn’t lose it, it was taken.
Okay, so my boyfriend stole my vibrator. Cool.
But why? Fred wasn’t the type to be jealous of a toy. I guess there was a chance he found it, didn’t know what it was, and threw it away. But that seems about as likely as him stealing it to use on himself. Unless… no. Well, probably not.
There was no time to imagine that prospect further. With a click of the latch, the front door swung open. Fred’s early arrival would normally excite me. I would rush to the door and greet him with a kiss. But instead, I stood frozen in our bedroom trying to figure out my next move.
Looking around the room I noticed an open drawer from my frantic search. As I crossed the room to close it, Fred walked in and leaned casually against the doorframe.
“Looking for something?”
I knew he was there but my stomach still dropped like a woman caught. I tried to keep a neutral expression as I slowly turned to face him.
There he was. Tall and filled to the brim with effortless charm, with a smirk growing on his face as he noticed my attempt to play coy. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Inching closer, I tilted my chin to get a good look at that handsome, freckled face. The jig was up. There was no point pretending otherwise. But the fire behind his eyes made it all the more exciting. “How was work today?” I asked sweetly, fluttering my eyelashes.
“The shop was pretty slow today. George offered to close up on his own so I could get home” He crossed the threshold, now standing irresistibly close, flooding my senses with his earthy scent. As I breathed him in, he took my hand and led me to our bed.
Sitting on the edge, he dropped my hand and patted the mattress for me to join him. He still had something up his sleeve. I could feel it in my bones. But he wasn’t going to break first.
He stretched his back and rolled his shoulders back, shaking off the day. While I loved the playful side of Fred, I was always most impressed by his mind. He was creative, inventive, and passionate about the things he loved. That creative mind combined with his proclivity for trickery, made me all the more curious about the mysterious case of the missing vibrator.
“Fred?” I looked up, awaiting his response, but quickly looked down to the fingernail I hadn’t realized I was picking at. “Yes?”
Pausing a beat to gulp down my nerves, I looked him in the eye and asked, “Fred. Did you steal my vibrator?”
I could barely keep a straight face at the absurdity of the conversation. It was truly ridiculous, but I still didn’t know how he felt about his discovery. His expression was mostly unreadable but the devilish gleam in his eye was beginning to give him away.
Relief washed over me as he threw his head back and laughed. I joined in, laughing softly until he finished with a sigh. “Yes, I’m the thief. You can call off the dogs.”
“So you’re not upset?”
“No, not at all, love. I only wish I knew about it sooner.”
“Why?”
“Because the image I have of you in my head is… well, it’s quite spectacular.”
Heat rose in my cheeks at the sly tone of his voice. “Do you know what I’m picturing?”
“Me?” I whispered with a shaky voice.
“Uh-huh.” His large calloused fingers grazed my jawline, making me lean in, desperate for more of his gentle touch. “You, all by yourself. Absolutely aching. Wound up. So restless. You have no choice but to get in our bed, take off those wet panties, spread your legs and make your pussy quiver with that little toy of yours.” I was so captivated, I barely noticed him ushering me further onto the bed. He arched his brow, “Did I get that right?”
I nodded because my frontal lobe was short-circuiting. He was right. I was drenched. I needed to touch him. Reaching out to stroke his cloth covered arm, he pushed himself off the bed and stood up, keeping me from the contact I craved.
He disappeared for a moment, returning with a brown paper bag in hand. “No offense to your little friend.” He said, reaching into the bag and joining me on the bed. “But you deserved an upgrade.”
I don’t know what I was expecting, but when he pulled his hand from the bag, he was holding… my vibrator. It didn’t look upgraded. In fact, the pink bullet looked small in Fred’s wide palm. My confusion must have been written clearly on my face, because Fred chuckled to himself as he sat the bag aside.
“The muggles were onto something with this invention.” He held the toy in the lamp light and inspected it. “The size, the shape, it’s nice.” He looked back at me and the intensity grew in his eyes. I locked in on the slow curl of his lip as he smirked. “But… Weasleys do it better.”
He spoke a spell I had never heard and the toy buzzed at a frequency I had previously only dreamed of. My mouth fell open as I absent mindedly reached out to take it, completely entranced by the possibilities.
“Uh-uh-uh, not so fast,” He said, pulling his hand back, and muttered a spell to stop the vibrations. “See, I made some rather… unique upgrades.”
I frowned but did as he said, knowing the better my behavior… the better my reward. Swinging my legs onto the bed, I sat back against the pillows, awaiting his explanation. I tried my best to mask my excitement, but the speed at which I scrambled to the center of the bed may have given away my eagerness.
Fred kicked off his shoes and joined me on the bed. He knelt in front of me, sitting back on his heels, resting his hands on my bent knees. Anticipation built in my stomach and bubbled up my throat as he looked down at me. He looked beautiful, the lamplight casting a soft glow over the freckles I’d spent years memorizing. Unable to resist, I lifted a hand to his, tracing small, shaky circles over his knuckles.
“What else does it do?” I whispered.
He watched my finger move against his skin, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. “Do you remember last week when I couldn’t find my watch?”
“Yeah, I remember,” I said, the dots beginning to connect in a way that made my skin prickle. “You left it at work.”
“Right. But before I found it, I searched every inch of this flat.” He leaned in just a fraction, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a low, gravelly hum that made my stomach flip. My face burned, but I couldn't look away; his gaze was magnetic, pulling at every thread of my focus. Even knowing the ending, I sat frozen, completely captivated by the mischievous allure he wore like a second skin. “I knew it was a long shot, but I decided to check your bedside table. Just in case.”
My fingers, which had been dancing over his skin, went still. The silence in the room was absolute, save for the frantic thrum of my pulse. “Uh-huh.”
“And do you know what I found tucked away in the back?”
The word felt heavy in my mouth. “M-my vibrator.”
“That’s right.” He didn’t pull away. Instead, he turned his hand over and trapped mine, his palm calloused and searingly hot. He leaned in, his hands pressing my feet further into the mattress. “Turns out there are still things I don’t know about you.”
“No, that’s-,” My explanation was cut short.
“You misunderstand darling, I’m not offended.” I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until it left me in a shaky sigh of relief. “I was a bit curious however” he added, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive thrum.
“Did you… try it out?,” I asked, flashing him a cheeky grin.
Fred let out a rich bark of laughter, the sound vibrating through the mattress. “No, I didn’t do that. Though I did turn it on. And it got me thinking.” Using both hands, he firmly parted my legs, the movement so possessive it made me gasp. “Actually, I think it’s better if I just show you.”
He held it out, and I reached with an eager, shaky hand—but he didn't let go. Instead, he intertwined his fingers with mine, gently capturing my hand so the buzzing toy was nestled between our palms.
The vibration hummed through both of us, a shared, electric pulse that made my skin tingle. His gaze lingered on my mouth, his gaze soft yet full of heat as he watched me bite my lower lip. “Actually, I’d like you…” he paused, his thumb tracing a slow, teasing line over the back of my hand, “...to show me. Can you do that for me, darling?”
I nodded, and he released the vibrator into my hand. “That’s my good girl.”
He moved to capture my mouth in a kiss that tasted of clove and adrenaline, and slipped his hands under my shirt, squeezing my flesh until I shamelessly moaned into his mouth.
Fred had always been a master of efficiency, and getting me naked was no exception. It was a blur of movement and yearning; before I knew it, my shirt was gone and my sweatpants were peeled away, discarded with a careless flick of his wrist. When he finally broke our fevered kiss, I was down to my bra and a pair of light grey cotton panties. His deft fingers found the clasp of my bra with practiced ease, unhooking it and adding it to the growing heap of clothes on the floor.
Instead of finishing what he started, he slipped off the bed, sauntering toward my vanity. He hooked a finger around the back of the small wooden chair, dragging it to the foot of the bed. He sat, leaning back and spreading his knees, looking like a fan who scored front row seats to his favorite band. I sat the vibrator on the mattress, and looped my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear.
“Leave them on,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a low, raspy hum. “I want to see exactly how wet you get when you test Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes’ latest invention.”
My mouth fell open, but was swiftly replaced by a slow, playful smirk of my own. “As long as I’m the only product tester.”
Fred let out a soft, delighted chuckle. "Don't you worry about that. I’ve never been much for sharing my toys." He leaned back, spreading his legs and resting his calloused hands on the arms of the chair, settling in with a lazy, expectant grace. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as he gestured toward the bed. “Now, give me a proper demonstration.”
The instant the toy touched my hand, I saw Fred’s composure fracture. His jaw locked, a muscle jumping in his cheek as his eyes tracked my every move with frantic hunger he couldn't quite mask. I brought it to my breasts, my skin prickling in anticipation. As I slowly circled my nipples, watching them stiffen, I didn't even have to look up to know he was fully hypnotized.
I trailed the toy down my stomach, testing the waters. When I reached the sensitive skin below my belly button, the toy hummed with a new, sentient heat. It felt less like a machine and more like a low-frequency spell singing against my skin, sending a euphoric ripple through my entire body. The toy was now just barely hovering over my panties, each buzz tempting me further and further. Fighting the urge, I paused and looked up at my barely contained boyfriend and asked, “Is this what you wanted to see?”
Fred’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the arms of the chair, the wood creaking in protest against his strength. A half-growl, half-stifled moan vibrated in his chest. His nostrils flared as he fought to stay seated.
Satisfied with the wreckage of Fred’s composure, and driven by desperate, mounting need, I slowly made contact with my panties. It felt good before, but this? This was pure magic.
My vision began to swim, the room dissolving into a hazy blur, but I forced myself to track him. I needed to witness the dark flush climbing his neck and the way his lips parted to catch his ragged breath.
I gave the toy an experimental, swirling tilt, and my hips bucked off the mattress in a reflexive search for more. The charm-enhanced hum was no longer a mere vibration; it flooded my senses like an incoming tide, washing over me with a magical potency that made the normal vibrations feel like a dull, distant memory. The sheer, resonant power of his handiwork made me ache to cast the fabric of my panties aside and feel the unfiltered pulse of the spell against my skin. My movements grew jagged, my focus fracturing as I began to unravel. Soft, broken whimpers began to catch in my throat, each one more desperate than the last.
Through gritted teeth, Fred sounded every bit as frenzied as I felt. “That’s it,” he rasped, his voice hoarse, amplifying the tension in the quiet room. “Don’t you dare hold back. Let me see all of it, darling.”
He was perched on the very edge of the chair now, his calloused hands gripping his own thighs with bruising strength, anchoring himself to the spot.
His encouragement was the final catalyst. I pressed the humming tip harder against my center, the vibration echoing deep in my bones until I was lost to a manic, unscripted rhythm. My breath came in sharp, shallow pants, my head falling back as the world narrowed to only the frantic pulse of the charm.
“Fred… I’m—I’m—”
The words died in my throat. My back arched and my thighs trembled, the tension finally bursting like a firework. With a sharp, broken gasp, the world fell away. I dissolved into a white-hot rush of ecstasy, the overwhelming wave soaking through the thin fabric of my panties as I shuddered under Fred’s unwavering, hungry gaze.
He stood, the chair scraping a harsh protest against the floor. He closed the distance in two steps and then he was on the bed, his knees sank into the mattress as he crawled toward me. Through the mess of red hair framing his face, I caught the stark, bloodshot grit of his gaze. Like a lion fixed on its prey, he prowled toward me; I could only watch, breathlessly ogling the way he moved with agonizing, deliberate slowness.
He stopped at my thighs, branding my flesh with kisses until I felt his teeth latch onto the waist of my panties. Peeling them down the length of my legs using only his mouth, until I was entirely exposed. Shifting to kneel, he loomed over me, still clutching the saturated cloth between his teeth.
The primal display was mesmerizing. He lingered there for a heartbeat, his gaze heavy and unblinking, before a dark, satisfied smirk began to pull at the corners of his mouth, forcing him to relinquish the wet fabric. He ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip to taste the lingering magic, but his stare told me he was hungry for more.
His sly grin sent a wave of heat fluttering through my core. I was pinned beneath his gaze, anchored to the bed and absolutely his for the taking. I wanted him to know it, to show him exactly what he’d done to me.
Spreading my legs, Fred’s gaze trailed lower to my bare, still-pulsating center. Glistening wet and aching for more, I used my hand to gently spread myself open, eager for Fred to see how much I enjoyed my new toy.
“Beautiful show, darling,” He said under his breath, and sat back on his heels, watching me with awestruck eyes. “In fact, I think I’d like an encore. That is, if you can handle it, of course.”
“I can handle it.” My voice was nearly unrecognizable, thick with desire.
“Oh?” He chuckled softly, picking up the toy and letting the moisture dampen his freckled skin. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” I said, impatiently, not feeling a bit ashamed of how badly I wanted him.
“Good girl.” He spoke a variation of the spell that stopped the vibrations, then looked up at me with renewed, devilish enthusiasm. “It has another function, you know,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
Holding my gaze for a heartbeat longer, he made sure he had my undivided attention. He reached into his back pocket and drew his wand, the polished wood catching the soft lamplight. Tapping the pink bullet with the tip of his wand, he whispered a melodious incantation. Before my eyes, the plastic shimmered and softened, expanding and transfiguring until the toy I knew was gone. In its place was a perfect replica of… Fred—every vein, every curve, right down to the irresistibly smooth texture of his skin. It was him in every way, except for the ethereal, golden glow it emitted.
I looked from the toy to Fred, my eyes wide. "Fred, this is…"
"Uncanny? Brilliant? My best invention yet?" He finished for me. He reached out, his fingers brushing mine as he settled the warm, weighted magic into my palm. "Don't just stare at it, darling. Give it a go."
He shifted back on the mattress, moving from his heels to a more relaxed seat, bracing his weight on his palms behind him. His long legs remained parted, framing me as he settled in to watch his favorite show.
With a shaky breath, I guided the enchanted toy inside. It fit like it was always meant to be there, slipping inside with an agonizingly perfect glide. The second I was filled, a sharp, strangled groan tore from Fred’s throat. His entire body jerked, his spine snapping straight as his knuckles turned white against the sheets.
I froze, watching him. "Fred?"
"Don't stop," he wheezed, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.
My gaze dropped to his lap. Even through the heavy fabric of his trousers, the evidence of his arousal was impossible to miss. A prominent, heavy tent had formed, and as he struggled for breath, I saw him throbbing with need with a desperate twitch that matched the pulse of the toy inside me.
A wicked thought crossed my mind. I slowly pulled the toy out, leaving me hollow and watching him gasp for air. Bringing it to my lips, I looked him dead in the eye and took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the velvet-soft tip.
Fred let out a raw, guttural shout, his hips bucking off the bed as if I’d actually touched him. "Merlin! Stop—no, wait stop—just—" He trailed off into a string of breathless curses, his head falling back as he shook with a pleasure he couldn't control.
I pulled back, a trail of saliva glistening on the toy. "Alright, Weasley. Give it up. What are you hiding?"
Fred let out a shaky, triumphant laugh. "Caught again," With trembling fingers, he reached for the button of his trousers and shoved them down.
“I was wrong. I think this is my best invention yet," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his thumb catching a stray tear of pleasure on my cheek. "Every sensation, every bit of heat, every touch... it goes straight to me. But I didn't just make it for my own benefit."
He leaned in, his gaze dropping to my lips before meeting my eyes with a searing sincerity. "I hate the thought of you being here alone, aching for me, and me not being able to do a damn thing about it. I want to be the one who gives this to you, even when I’m stuck behind a counter at the shop. I want you to feel me in every pulse, to know that no matter where I am, I’m the one making you come undone."
A slow, wicked grin sparked in his eyes, “So," he whispered, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly hum, "do you want me to make you feel good?"
I couldn't find my voice, so I simply nodded.
"Good," he breathed, bracing himself on the mattress and nodding toward the shimmering toy in my hand. "Then use me."
I didn't need to be told twice. I settled back against the pillows, guiding the toy back to my palpitating center. The replica glided inside with a slick, effortless ease that drew a sharp moan from both of us. It stretched me beautifully. My walls quivered as I molded to accommodate his size.
After a few experimental, slow thrusts, my pace became increasingly frantic. We were two halves of the same spell, an endless loop of pleasure. I watched his jaw lock and his eyes blow wide as I drilled harder. Knowing that every twitch, every spasm was being mirrored in him only made me more desperate.
“Love, you are bewitching…” Fred gritted out, his knuckles white against the sheets. “Keep going. Take what you need.”
He was as close to ecstasy as I was. With a final, desperate thrust, my body seized. I cried out his name as I reached my peak, met instantly by his echoing roar. I felt the phantom pulse of his climax as clearly as my own, sending a final cascade of pleasure coursing through my veins.
The room fell silent, save for the sound of our ragged breathing. Fred laid back, chest heaving, before he finally rolled over and pulled me into his side. He kissed my jaw, making me fully melt into his arms
"Well," he panted, his voice returning to its usual playful lilt. "I’d say the field test was a resounding success.”
I nodded, letting my eyes flutter shut as I melted into his arms. We stayed like that for a long time, reveling in the quiet hum of the magic still lingering between us. I glanced at the transfigured toy and felt a slow, sleepy smirk tug at my lips.
“You’re going to have to teach me those spells, Freddie. I may need to do some more field testing.”
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