Can you make a smut Weasley twins headcanons please and thanks
ཐི⋆♱⃓⋆ཋྀ George + Fred Weasley nsfw headcanons
a/n: I saw your other ask for Stepdad!Fred too luv !! I love it but i’m taking a short break from reqs to write some of my own stuff. I just gotta try and get some motivation for writing back !
— George
He’s not into degradation, both receiving and giving. He just doesn’t strike me as the type.
He is SO a secret lil pervert 🙈 Like i can imagine you guys just sitting together, maybe you’re studying and he’s just thinking some of the dirtiest shit. During ‘shower’s’ he actually just sits on the toilet jacking off to either porn magazines or photos of you.
He loves vintage porn.
I can see him being into subbing occasionally…
He’s a major tit guy + a sucker for boob and hand jobs.
Sometimes while he lays in beds he imagines fucking whoever he’s crushing on(or at the odd time subbing 😋)
Unlike Fred, who seems like he would be a kinky and adventurous ass bastard(which, he is), He is into some crazy shit. If he tells you about some of the shit he’s into you know he trusts you.
— Fred
He’s into crazy shit, but it’s still kind of tame compared to George, yknow?
He’s literally SO risky too. He loves to fuck in the most taboo places and sometimes forces you to be loud 🙈
He’s into making sex videos and photos. In his wallet he a has a couple photos of you that he keeps tucked away.
I don’t imagine him being into subbing… like at all 😭
Fred’s also more of an ass guy than George, but he loves all of your body(especially in lingerie).
He gets sooo turned on by mutual masturbation and cuckolding. He also really likes bath sex.
Asides from mutual masturbation he doesn’t actually jack off a lot, but he loves the thought of you getting off. He’s definitely watched or listened to you when you didn’t know at least twice.
Warning: Smut +18 MDI, Wrap it before you tap it, idk it's just smut. happy birthday Fred
He didn't even mean to drink it, the aphrodisiac; the drinks got messed up during one of his and George's pranks on a group of Hufflepuffs. But here he was, Fred Weasley, Gryffindor Quidditch player and all-around joker, with a raging boner and a mouthwatering desire he couldn't control.
The hoodie was the only thing he could grab before he bolted out of the Three Broomsticks, his face hot and his heart racing. The streets of Hogsmeade were crowded with students from all houses, the cobblestones slipping under his shaking legs. He had to find someplace to hide, to let the potion do its thing before someone recognized him.
He'd managed to sneak away from the rest of the Gryffindor students and had hidden in the shadows of an alleyway, hoping to find some semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos. But fate had other plans.
Y/n stumbled into the alley, her eyes wide with surprise when she saw him, her Slytherin robes fluttering in the cold breeze. The rivalry between their houses was palpable, but the potion was stronger, and Fred's eyes wandered down her body with a hunger that had nothing to do with the Snitch.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed, her voice filled with accusation. But then she took a step closer, and he saw the curiosity in her gaze, the way her pupils dilated. "What's wrong with you?"
Fred could feel the potion thickening his voice as he mumbled, "I need… I need some…help."
Y/n's eyes widened even more, and she took another step closer, reaching out to touch his arm. "What kind of help?"
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he reached out and pulled her into the alley with him, his hands fumbling at the fastenings of his trousers. He was so embarrassed he could die, but the potion didn't care about his dignity.
"You're not… you're not going to tell anyone, right?" he stuttered, his mind racing with the embarrassment of his current predicament.
Y/n chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Your secret's safe with me," she murmured, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
Y/n's hand closed around him, and the world tilted on its axis. She was warm and soft, and Fred couldn't believe he was standing in a Hogsmeade alley with a Slytherin girl about to do something that would make his mother faint if she ever found out. But he couldn't stop it, couldn't stop the potion, couldn't stop himself from groaning her name.
The hoodie was all he had to hide his identity, and he used it well, pulling it down to cover his face as she dropped to her knees. The fabric was rough against his skin, but it was also a comforting barrier, allowing him to forget who he was, who she was, and just focus on the sensations.
He could feel his resolve slipping as the potion's effects took hold, turning their rivalry into something… more. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, and all he could focus on was the feeling of her mouth on him, the way her eyes looked up at him with a mix of challenge and hunger.
"You… you're so…" he gasped, unable to form coherent words.
Her mouth was hot and wet, and she took him in like she'd been waiting for this moment all her life. He felt the magic of the potion swirl around them, mixing with the desire that had been building between them all year. They had been eyeing each other across the Quidditch pitch, sniping and teasing, but now, it was all heat and need.
Fred leaned against the wall, his hands in her hair, guiding her as she took him deeper, her eyes looking up at him through the gap in the hoodie.
Y/n smirked around his length, her eyes never leaving his. She enjoyed the power she had over him, the way he trembled at her touch. She knew he'd never admit it, but she could tell he enjoyed it too.
The alleyway was cold, but Fred's body was on fire. He was lost in the sensations, his hips moving involuntarily as she took him deeper. The sound of her mouth and the occasional gasp from his own was the only noise in the otherwise quiet street.
The tension in his body built until it was unbearable, and he had to hold onto the wall to keep from falling apart.
And then it was over, and he was panting and trembling, and she was standing up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, looking at him with a smug satisfaction that was all too Slytherin.
"Feel better?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips.
"You know, Fred," Y/n began, a smug smile playing on her lips as she straddled him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've always wondered what you'd look like when you're not throwing pranks or causing trouble for everyone." Her fingers curled around his length, stroking him in a way that made his eyes roll back into his head and his body arch off the bed.
Fred's hands roamed her body, tracing the lines of her waist and hips before settling on her breasts. He felt her nipples pebble under his touch, the sensitive skin reacting to the light caress. His own arousal was evident, his erection pressing against her inner thigh as she leaned forward, her breath hot against his neck.
"Cute, am I?" he murmured, a hint of challenge in his voice. "You're the one who's begging for more, Sweetheart."
Y/n smirked, leaning back to give him a better view of herself. She reached down and took his length in her hand, stroking it gently before guiding it to her entrance. "Is that so?" she whispered, sinking down onto him in one smooth motion.
The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of heat and pressure that had Fred arching his back and biting his lower lip. He could feel her wetness coating him, her inner walls tightening around him as she began to move. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if she wanted to savor every second of their contact.
"Fuck, Y/n," he groaned, his hands gripping the bedcovers. "You're so…so…"
"Good?" she supplied, a wicked glint in her eye. "I know."
Fred's eyes rolled back in his head as she picked up the pace, her breasts bouncing with the motion. She leaned back, giving him a view that was nothing short of mesmerizing. The sweat glistened on her skin, and the look of concentration on her face was almost as arousing as the sensations she was creating within him.
"Look at me, Fred," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "Look at how much you want this."
He did as she asked, meeting her gaze. It was like staring into a pool of molten chocolate, and he was drowning in it. His eyes glazed over as she picked up the pace, her hips moving faster, grinding down on him with each thrust.
"Look at how far you get," She mumbles, tracing the stomach bulge. "All the way riiiiight here." She squeezes around him as she taps the highest point.
Her words were a balm to his bruised ego from the Quidditch match. He had never felt more desired or more alive than he did at that moment. He watched as she leaned back, her hair cascading over her shoulders like a dark waterfall. The moonlight caught the beads of sweat on her skin, making her glow.
Loosing was not an option for him, whether it came to Quidditch or to making products for his business with his brother, but as he lays there with Y/n on top of him, he can't help but feel a mix of pleasure and surprise. Her eyes gleam with a sly satisfaction as she leans down, whispering those words into his ear. He's panting, his heart racing from the exhilaration of the situation match, but now it's racing for an entirely different reason.
"Cum for me, Fred," she urged, her voice a sultry purr. "Let me see you fall apart."
With a guttural groan, Fred felt his body responding to Y/n's taunts, his cheeks flushing a deep red as he came, pleasure flooding through him. She sat atop him, her thighs tight around his waist, riding him through the last spasms of his orgasm.
Finally, she threw her head back and cried out, her body shuddering with the force of her own climax. The sound echoed through the room, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine.
"That," Fred managed to say, his voice hoarse, "was definitely worth losing a Quidditch match for."
Y/n chuckled, collapsing onto his chest. "Good to know I've got some skills other than Quidditch."
when fred overhears you and the girls chit chatting about boys that you fancy, he can’t keep his mind from wandering, nor his hand.
warnings: perv concept, jerking off
"Come on, Y/N, there's gotta be someone you fancy." Ginny elbowed you, trying to get a response.
Angelina, Hermione, Ginny and yourself were in your favorite little spot in the library. A very secluded area, where you could study, sneak in some food, talk, without prying eyes or ears.
Although in that afternoon, you were not very much enjoying the topic of choice. Boys. Too shy to come clean about your little crush, you would much rather gossip or even focus on the charms essay due next week than engage in the conversation. But the girls were not having it.
"Yeah, even Hermione admitted to being completely, head over heels, in love with Ron." Angelina teased.
"Hey!" The girl blushed and looked away for a second, but curiosity got the best of her and she gave in to the argument. "She's right tho, you're the only one left."
"I just don't think of any guy here like that."
"In this castle full of boys, you expect me to believe not even a single one of them is your type?" Ginny said.
"Unless you're into girls."
"I'm not." You laughed at Angelina's curious expression. "I like men."
"Then name one you would" Hermione stopped herself mid sentence, suddenly a bit shy, "...you know."
"Fuck?" Angelina completed her thought and they all laughed, Hermione also shushing her and looking around to make sure they were alone.
"Alright." You took a deep breath and tried to sound as nonchalant as you possibly could. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."
"Aw dude, are you serious?" Ginny's disappointment was so clear in her face that the three other girls bursted out laughing.
"Shhh, guys, I don't wanna get kicked out." Hermioned said between giggles.
"Sorry, babe, but this was too good not to laugh at." Angelina responded, still chuckling.
"Too good? All my friends wanna fuck my brothers."
And you all fell into laughter again.
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It had been a week since Fred discovered that spot of yours to hang out. Whenever you and the girls disappeared from his sight, he would get anxious, wondering where you might be.
Until the day he was looking for a potions book, but found something far better: you.
He managed to hide in the corridor next to the one where the group of girls would sit on the floor and chit chat. Usually he took no interest in the conversations you would have. But not that day. Throughout the whole week he listened to each silly subject the girls brought up, only paying attention to the sound of your angelic voice when you made a comment. That day it was different. Once the tables turned from homework to guys you fancied, Fred felt his heart skip a beat.
He was nervous, his palms becoming sweaty as each of the girls rambled about one boy after the other. He barely listened to the guys his sister brought up, nor to the mentions of his brothers. What mattered most to him was what you were going to say. He was so afraid of hearing another man's name fall out of your pretty lips; so afraid you would confess to feeling attracted to someone else.
But he was also infatuated with the possibility of his name being the one in your mind. You quietly listened to what your friends had to say, too scared to say something yourself, Fred saw that in your expression as he tried to eye your figure from the place where he was hiding. Just thinking about it, being him the person you kept yourself from mentioning, made his trousers feel a bit too tight. His hand travelled down to his growing bulge, but he didn't move it, he didn't want to risk not hearing you.
Your silence allowed his imagination to run wild. Maybe this whole thing got her thinking about how good I would fuck her, and she's afraid of sharing those filthy thoughts. He stroked his cock once, over the fabric of his clothes. Or perhaps she's so lost in the desire of getting filled up with my cum, she didn't even notice how quiet she's been... oh fuck... He did it again and had to hold back a moan.
Fred knew he shouldn’t, but it was as if he had no control over his actions. His hand slipped past his boxers and he stroked his dick, trying so hard to imagine it was you doing it.
Has she ever had a wet dream with me? He wondered. She would wake up sweaty and out of breath. Her panties are completely damp, but it's not because of the sweat, it's arousal. I bet she would be embarrassed, looking around the dorm to see if the other girls are sleeping, before she goes under the covers and... He gasps quietly, his hands going a bit faster now. And she lets her hand touch her dripping cunt... He bites his lip to stop himself from cursing. Her sweet fingers would tease her clit and she wouldn't be able to stop a moan of my name from coming out.
"Alright." When the word left your mouth he slowed down his movement, focusing on the head of his member. It was almost painful the way he teased his tip, trying to pay attention to what you were about to say. He even held his breath, that and the expectation making him even more sensitive. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."
Fred was really thankful for the loud laughter of the group that followed your confession, because the minute he heard your sugary voice saying his name, it was too much. He came in his hand with a low grunt.
He didn't listen to anything said after that. He didn't move or took his hand off of his trousers. He was in shock. As much as he wanted that outcome, it felt unreal now that it happened. He had imagined how you would sound saying you fancied him, what words you would choose and what exactly would be the look on your face. But none of it compared to the reality of it all.
You, such a perfect picture of beauty, intelligence, kindness. The most incredible, endearing and angelical woman he had ever set his eyes upon, out of all people, wanted him.
Fred waited until you all had left to pick himself up from his spot on the floor and attempt to use some spells and his robes to hide the stain in his pants. He did a good job, it wasn't too noticeable, but deep down he didn't care. There was something, or rather someone, much more important in his mind.
He stood in front of the corridor where you had been just a few minutes before. "I guess Fred is kind of cute." That played in his head over and over again, like a broken record. And Fred definitely didn't want to fix it.
Anon: Can you please do a Fred Weasley x fem!reader smut where they're best friends and the reader asks him to take her virginity?? Basically, she's desperate to get rid of it but wants her first time to be with someone she trusts so she goes to him about it. He's a little sceptical at first because he's been harboring feelings for the girl for practically forever but eventually gives it. He starts out by fingering her but doesn't let her finish and then she cockwarms him where he makes her cum off of nothing but his voice before he finally fucks her with like a major breeding kink. If that's okay and you don't mind?? Thank you so much love 💕
Warnings: Smut +18, Dom! Fred Weasley, sub!reader, edging, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, cockwarming, voice kink, breeding kink, praise, degradation, lots of pet names, heavy dirty talk, slight corruption and innocence kink, subspace, choking kink, cream pie,
Word Count: 1.7k
A//N: I didn’t drag it on for to long with the skeptical Fred part but I tried to add everything else! 🥰 I hope you enjoy baby!
“Freddie I want you to take my virginity.” You blurted, the redhead in front of you choked on his bottle of water and looked up at you with wide eyes, “What?” He spluttered, wiping the spilled water from his lips, “I want you to take my virgin-“ You started louder but Fred shushed you with a hand over your mouth, he looked around at the other nearby students before tugging you into a small broom closet.
You were both pressed tightly together in the confined space and you looked up at him, “Fred, I want you to take my virginity.” You repeated, “A-are you sure you want me to do it?” He asked, you nodded, “Please Freddie. I don’t want to wait anymore.”, “This is a big decision, love. I don’t want you to rush into anything.” Fred assured, “I want you to fuck me, Fred.” You grabbed his face to make him look at you, his eyes darkened at your words, “My room 8pm. Don’t be late.”.
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8 pm rolled around and here you stood, waiting nervously for Fred to answer your knock at his door— Fred opened the door and looked down at you, his eyes growing darker at the sight of you, Fred stepped aside to let you into the dorm.
As soon as you entered Fred shut the door behind you before immediately pushing you against the door, you eagerly sought each others lips and kissed one another.
Your tongues fought for dominance but only for a moment before you let Fred win and obtain control over you.
“Are you sure about this, love?” Fred asked as he pushed you back on the bed, you nodded and reached up to kiss him again but he pulled away, “Words, angel. Words.” He demanded, “I’m sure, Freddie. Please, please fuck me.” You begged, a smirk played on Fred’s lips as he moved back to kiss you.
Fred reached up between the two of you and began to undo the buttons of your shirt— he discarded the fabric to the side of the room as he slid his hands under you back to unclip your bra.
Fred pulled away from you causing you to gasp for air, he straddled you waist as he admired your exposed breasts, “Fuck. Now that’s not fair, baby.” He breathed, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “How could you hide those pretty tits from me?” He dove down to kiss your breasts, you gasped and reached down to tug at his hair, “Fuck! Freddie-“ You gasped, Fred’s tongue circled your bud as he moved to suck purple marks all over your chest.
You arched your back off the bed and felt the curl of Fred’s lips against you before he pulled away, you whined at the loss of contact, Fred silenced you with a hand on your throat, “May I?” He hummed, tugging at the waistline of your shorts, you nodded as you attempted to wriggle free from his grip.
Fred slid your shorts down your legs following with your panties, leaving you completely bare before him.
You squirmed around on the bed and attempted to cover yourself, Fred was quick to swat your hands away, “Don’t go all shy on me now, angel. Just wanna admire the view.” He teased, opening you up for him, “So fuckin’ beautiful. And wet. S’this all for me?” He taunted, you whined softly, “Freddie please-“ you begged, “What is it? What do you want?” He hummed, “Fuck me already.” You pleaded, Fred smirked, “Slow down, bunny. Let’s get you prepped first."
Fred hovered over you once more and moved his hand down to your pussy causing you to gasp, “Such a slutty pussy.” Fred mused, “Gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He breathed, leaning down to kiss you again.
For the first time you felt a pressure build in your stomach as Fred dove the first finger into your hole, you yelped out and Fred slowed hid penetration, “Your ok, love. Doing so well for me.” He praised, rubbing his thumb over your clit to add more pleasure than pain.
Your first moan was like music to Fred’s ears, “S’that feel good, bunny?” He hummed, you nodded and clawed at his back, “Yes, Freddie. Fuck- so good.” You bucked your hips up into his hand, “Greedy little thing, aren’t ya?” He mused, but his amusement only lasted a moment before his face went serious again, “You think you can handle another?” He asked, you nodded desperately.
Fred pressed a kiss to your forehead before entering another finger into your heat, you moaned again, louder this time, “Shit- sound so pretty when you moan for me.” He groaned, beginning to pump his fingers in and out while his thumb continued on making tight circles on your clit.
You whined loudly as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure built in your stomach, you felt the coil in your stomach about to snap but suddenly Fred pulled his fingers out of you causing a sob to bubble over at the loss of pleasure, “Freddie!” You whimpered, “Stop being a brat. Y’want my cock now, angel?” He hummed, standing over you.
At the mention of Fred finally fucking you with his cock you immediately shut up.
Your jaw dropped at the sight of Fred’s toned body when he removed his shirt, “You got some drool there, bunny.” He teased, you quickly clammed your jaw shut.
Fred removed his trousers before removing his boxers— your eyes flicked down to his length, eyes going wide at the sight. It was fully erect and waiting. You became anxious at the thought of how it would fit, “Uh- Freddie?” You asked, mouth suddenly feeling very dry, “Something the matter, angel?” He hummed, a shit-eating grin playing at his lips, “H-hows it gonna fit?” You mumbled, Fred pouted as he sat on the bed beside you, lifting you onto his lap, “I’ll make it fit.” He smirked.
Fred lifted you up with one arm while the other prepared his cock at your entrance, “You ready, bunny?” He hummed, you nodded and he entered you in one swift movement.
You let out a loud yelp but Fred captured your lips in a kiss.
You expected Fred to move eventually but after 30 seconds he was still sitting still an it was beginning to hurt, you bucked your hips up but Fred stilled your hips, “Stay still.” He demanded, “Just wanna feel you around me.” He began to kiss your neck, you whined loudly, “Please Freddie. Hurts. Wanna move.” You pleaded, Fred nipped at you neck, “I said stay still.” He repeated.
The pain continued to build until it reached a peak and dipped into pleasure— or what Fred would call, ‘subspace.’.
“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting you, baby?” He hummed, you shook your head, biting your lip to contain your whimpers and moans.
“M’gonna fuck you so rough. Gonna fill you up nice and pretty.”, his words forced the moans you were holding back so desperately to finally spill. “Fuck Freddie!” You exclaimed, “Can feel you clenching around me so tight, baby. Shit- S’this all just because of my voice?” He taunted, you nodded, feeling his words go directly to your clit, stimulating the same feeling Fred got you go close to before.
“I want us to do this again Freddie. Can we please do this again.” You moaned, tugging back at the roots of his hair, “Yeah? Y’wanna do this all again? Gonna make you my permanent little fuck toy.” He grunted, feeling his hips buck ever so slightly.
The small movement drove you over the edge and you clenched down on Fred before releasing all overs cock.
“Fuckin’ hell. Such a slut aren’t ya? Getting off on nothing but my voice.” Fred mocked as you came down from your high, you whined in protest but it came out so quiet it was barely heard by Fred, “Y’know I usually don’t fuck little whores like you but maybe if you ask nicely-“ he began but you were already a step ahead, “Please Freddie. Please, need you to fuck me so bad. Please, I’ll do anything, just fuck me.” You begged, Fred smiled in amusement and grabbed your hips before thrusting upwards.
You moaned loudly and bit at Fred’s shoulder to stop your moans from being to loud.
Fred pushed your head back away from him, “Don’t do that. Wanna hear your pretty moans.” He continued to thrust at a faster pace, groaning at the feeling of your velvet walls around him.
“You know, I’ve wanted to fuck this slutty little hole for so long.” He groaned causing you to throw your head back, “Freddie please.”, “Always had a crush on you.”, Your eyes widened at his words, “Last time I got myself off it was to dirty thoughts about you. I’ve cum in my hands so many times thinking about fucking your tight cunt around me.” He grunted, chasing his own release.
“Shit. M’gonna cum inside you.” He rasped, “I’m going to fill this pretty tummy up until it’s full of my babies.”, You moaned loudly at Fred’s words, legs shaking in anticipation, “Yeah? You want that, baby? You want me to fill you up? Fuck you full of my babies?” He mocked, you nodded desperately, “Yes fuck- please, Freddie. Want you to get me pregnant." You gasped, clawing at Fred’s back.
His pace sped up as he continued to fuck up into you.
Finally you both reached you peaks and toppled over the edge; you releasing over Fred while he came deep inside you.
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“Did you mean it?” You asked as you both lay panting on the bed, calming down from your highs, Fred’s gaze flicked over to you, “Hmm? Mean what?” He hummed, “That you- you had a crush on me…” You mumbled, Fred laughed and rolled over to look at you but your face caused a quick change in his demeanour, “Yes. I meant every word of it.” He said, you nodded, “Even the part after that?” You bit your lip while I smile played on your lips, Fred laughed and kissed your lips, “I love you.” He smiled, “Love you too Freddie.”
Warnings: fluff, bit of fragile masculinity, soft Fred :P
Summary: Fred is a serial shirt theif, steeling all of you shirts at any opportunity
- In many ways the two of you have a fairly conventional relationship, having the same dynamics as many of your other friends
- But this was one of the numerous ways in which the two of you stood apart from the others in your class
- But this was one of the numerous ways in which the two of you stood apart from the others in your class
- You were never the fondest of stealing your boyfriends shirts, although you saw the appeal, you never found yourself doing so, only ever wearing them to bed and during study periods, always making sure to return them afterwards
- Fred was the complete opposite
- He’d find absolutely any opportunity to nick one of your shirts or even hoodies if he could squeeze into them
- wether it was whilst you were taking a shower at the burrows and he decided to have a nose through the bag you packed. Only for you to walk out, finding him asleep wearing one of the shirts, the size slightly too small for him, causing the fabric to ride up, exposing his lower stomach
- Or once when you literally woke up to him shimmying into the shirt you were currently wearing
- You first noticed this habit 6 months into the two of you officially dating when your collection of t-shirts slowly began to dwindle away over time. At first, you suspected one of the girls in your dorm because after the many years you spent at hogwarts, you found quite a large population there seemed to have quite sticky fingers. But as this continued into the summer you spent at the burrows you realised who the real theif was.
- At first, you were pissed, convinced this had to be another of Fred’s many pranks. ‘Ah yes let me slowly over time steal every one of my girlfriends t-shirts.’ Yup, sounded like Fred. But when you walked in on your boyfriend that night, snuggled up in the stolen material, it all made sense. Fred was no different from all the female friends you had back at school and how they’d always steal their boyfriends t-shirts and hoodies.
- The next day was when you finally confronted him. Gently over breakfast, as per usual, you complained about how you never have anything to wear, only to interrupt whatever response he was going to give you, telling him how cute he looked wearing your shirt last night.
- You could’ve sworn when you said those words, the smallest hint of blush brushed over his cheeks. Any previous annoyance at these events vanished in an instance as you found yourself only filling with a greater fondness for the boy that sat before you.
- Later that day, as you laid beside him, tracing circles into his chest with the tips of his fingers, he blurted out to you an apology. Confused you dismissed him, only for him to continue, apologising to you for taking your shirts without asking. In all honesty you thought the two of you were past this subject and were probably never going to bring it up again. But you realised he was serious, he was genuinely sorry.
- You sat up from the position you were lying in beside him to look him in the eye.
- I don’t care, really.
- You tried to reassure him, maintaining the same smile you had a minute ago to show it wasn’t at all serious to you.
- I know you kept complaining to me about loosing your clothes and I felt bad, I really did. But I thought if I told you, I’d look like a wimp. I thought you’d think I’m soft. But I’m not. I just like when I’m close to you and when I can feel you all around you. And smell you wherever I go. And I guess that does make me a bit soft.
- He sighed averting his eyes away from you, and this time it was your turn to blush. You had no idea this small level of kleptomania harboured so many feeling beneath the surface. You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak but you could tell the silence was making Fred visibly anxious.
- You can have every single one of my t-shirts, baby
- You could feel those words alone took a weight off the boys shoulders as you dipped your head down to press your lips against his, letting him steal yet another shirt.
SUMMARY ➠ pornstar!fred warms newbie!reader up before you film for the first time.
WARNINGS ➠ innocence kink, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, daddy kink, nicknames. don’t read if any of these make you uncomfortable or sound unappealing.
WORD COUNT ➠ 1.3k
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the sound of a fist lightly pounding on the wood of your door hit your ears.
“come in!” you acknowledged, throwing one last— anxious— look at yourself in the mirror.
“hi there, gorgeous” crooned fred, his already bare chest making the apple of your cheeks go slightly hot.
you gave him a tight lipped smile, “hi fred”.
he chuckled. “you nervous?”.
you watched him seat on the sofa that was pushed against the wall of your dressing room.
“a bit” you shrugged, releasing a breath that was cut short just seconds later when fred stood up abruptly, coming to a halt when he had you trapped between the vanity and him.
he lowered his head so he was in line with your vision. “well don’t be, i won’t bite— unless you ask me to”
fred pulled away from your flushed state with a chuckle, leaning back against the wall as he watched you play with the hem if your see-through skirt.
“i just— i’ve never done this before. or at least not with anyone else in the room and— and there’s gonna be at least ten more people there i just-“
“hey, hey, hey. relax, darling” soothed fred, cutting of your rant by planting both large palms on your upper arms. “we can always tell them to give you a break, you know that”
you felt easiness bleed through your veins, those simple words somehow calming you more.
“you’re right, i’m just kinda freaked out at the whole situation i think”
the redhead hummed. “well, i have this one method that always helps with pre-shooting anxiety, you know?” his tone dropped to an octave.
your head cocked to the side “oh. what’s it about?”
blood rushed to fred’s groin.
“i call it” he paused, twirling a strand of your soft hair in his finger. “a warm-up, it’s very easy, we just gotta— practice what we’re gonna do. so it’s easier for when we film”
you swallowed the lump in your throat at the sudden proximity you shared with the tall male. your voice was quiet, just above a whisper, when you spoke “can we do it?”
the glint in fred’s eyes set the tip of your nerves on fire, the incredibly small panties you wore dampened by the second as you felt his hard cock poking your stomach, the thin fabric of his tousers doing nothing to cover up the tent in them.
“well why don’t you get down on your knees for daddy, hm?” he spoke, seduction lacing his voice.
the nickname he used for himself only made your clit pulse harsher, a wave of slick gushing out of you.
you nodded curtly, heaving “yes daddy” as you sunk down, makeup covered eyes not leaving his. your fingers curled at the hem of your mini skirt as fred took out his girth, weeping tip right in line with your salivating mouth.
“you gonna take me nice and deep in your little throat, won’t you, angel?” he taunted, smearing the pre-cum over your plump lips.
“mhm, want you in my— hmph!” you were cut off by his thick cock pushing down your throat almost forcefully.
he hummed in pleasure, “that’s a good slut, fuck such a tiny little throat, i’m gonna leave you all fucking ruined, my love”
you looked at him through thick layers of tears, the mascare streaming down your hollowed cheeks like waterfall twins.
his hips snapped into your mouth at a relentless pace, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as his balls slapped against your chin, your nose nuzzling slightly into the truffle of hair that covered his pubic bone.
“fuck, you suck my cock like a goddamn whore, baby? thought you didn’t know what you were doing, or are you lying to daddy, pet?” he snarled, chest heaving up and down as your throat contracted around his cock, as if you were suppressing a gag (which you probably were).
your clit throbbed with neediness, your juices flowing out like an open faucet as the man continued to groan your name.
you felt his cock twitching, meaning he was close to toppling over the edge and falling into a fluffy cloud of gluttony.
hot spurts of cum sprayed your mouth, and since his tip was kissing the back of your gullet, you had no option but to swallow the bittersweet substance, not that you minded anyways.
he carefully pulled out of your mouth, smearing the last weak streams over your cheek.
your chest went up and down heavily as you recovered all the lost air from before, big doe eyes still in a trance with fred’s.
“get up, gorgeous, gonna give my good girl a reward” he winked, bringing a hand forward to help you up, which you gladly took, wanting nothing more than to take care of the agonizing desire that emitted from between your legs.
“daddy, please. hurts!” you whined, your hips bucking into his.
one hard glance from fred was all it took for you to stop your antics, bottom lip being gnawed at by your top teeth as he hoisted you up on the vanity.
“if you continue to act all greedy you’re not getting anything, poppet, you understand?”
“yes”
“yes what?” his right hand grabbed at your face harshly, making your lips pucker up.
“yes daddy” you whimpered, trying your best to not let your thighs clench.
the corner of his lips went up, “hm, good slut” he whispered, mouth right next to your ear as he looked down at you.
“now spread those fucking legs”.
your legs separated almost immediately, as if he controlled them.
the pads of his fingers traveled in circular motions up your— quivering— thigh, his pinky sometimes brushing against the drowned panties you were wearing.
“can feel how needy you are, baby, already throbbing and i haven’t even touched you, what a little whore” he chuckled, not giving you time to response as he ripped the material that covered your sopping heat with one quick move of his hand.
“please” you begged. “please touch me, daddy— need it so bad”
he feigned remorse, his bottom lip jutting out in a fake pout as he tutted “you want me to touch you, pretty girl? alright then, only because you asked so nicely” he agreed.
his digits were knuckles deep inside you faster than you could blink. your arousal dripping down the cool material beneath you while he scissored his fingers inside you, feeling the smooth walls flutter around them.
“so fucking tight, can only imagine the way you’ll squeeze my cock, sweetheart” he grunted, hazel optics trained on yours as he sloppily thrusted his hand into your cunt.
“that feels so good, daddy, don’t stop please” you mewled, clawing at his forearm as he caressed your g-spot with the tip of his fingers.
“my god, you’re so wet, can’t wait for the whole fucking world to see you fall apart beneath me like a common slut off the streets would” he sighed, thumb coming to circle at your bud.
moan after moan was pulled from you, your muscles tensing as the coil in your lower abdomen intensified.
“daddy” you blabbered, catching fred’s attention. “what is it, sweets?”
“wanna cum!” you whined, the way he thumbed at your mound making your thighs shudder.
“yeah? you wanna make a mess on my hand?” he teased, speeding the pace of his fingers.
you gave him rapid nods in response, too busy bathing in the pleasure he provided when suddenly it was pulled from you, coaxing a loud cry from the depths of your fucked throat.
“no! please, daddy!” you sobbed, tears strolling down your face.
what a greedy brat, thought fred. one denied orgasm and it’s like you killed her entire family.
“don’t like a little crybaby with me, princess” he pointed his— drenched— finger at you.
“b—but-“
fred shook his head “no buts, im making your first orgasm with me on camera, so i can watch it over and over again with my hand wrapped around my cock, dreaming its your little cunt that i’m about to fuck for everyone to see”
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It was at the moment like this, Fred was thankful that he chose to not go back home, so he could stay with you. And he was lucky no one was here to see what he was doing, pleasuring himself while he watches you masturbating in your room.
“Fuck, keep doing it like that Y/n, such a good girl.” He gripped his hard cock a bit tighter as he heard you moaning louder in there.
“Yes, yes. Moan for me, scream for me Y/n. I can see you getting so close hm? Gonna cum for me?” You had your fingers inside you as your thumb rubbed your clit skillfully, your legs shake as you came with a loud moan.
“Fuck. That’s my good girl.” Fred bit his lip to contain his groan as his loads spurted out onto his shirt, the sight of you coming was enough for him to came hard, tainting his black shirt with his own cum.
“Shit. Hello? Is anyone there?” He quickly clean his shirt up with his wand before disappearing to his room quietly.
Sorry if it's cringe or uncomfortable fore some of youI tried my best .
One Saturday night yn was getting ready for bed when she heard a knock at the door.She got up and opened it just to find Fred standing there with tears in his eyes.She pulled him in and hugged him ,letting him cry into her shoulder.
They pulled apart and yn calmly said"what's wrong baby ?Did something happen?"Fred just shook his head and pulled out a letter.She carefully grabbed it and read it slowly.It said that his great aunt passed away from dragon pocs this morning.
Yn took Freds hands and led him to the bed where they sat for a minute him just resting his head on her lap while she ran her fingers through his hair,slowly but surely calming him down.
Freds head then turned and he started planting kisses on yns thighs ,a small whimper then escaped her mouth which caused her to tug at his heir making him groan against her skin.
Soon enough yn pulled him up and started to kiss him passionately.With Fred pressed against her thighs causing her to feel just how hard he is .
From a simple make-out they went to Fred dry humping her thigh and her giving his neck dark red hickies.After a minute or a few of this Fred started getting rid of his clothes .First his shirt then his pants leaving him with just his boxers on.When it came yns turn Fred looked her in the eyes as to asking for permission to take her clothes off to which she gave him a small nod.So he took them off but leaving her underwear still on just for a little longer.
Fred then stood up taking his boxers off and grabbing a condom from his pant pocket,he then ripped the packing open whit his teeth putting it on while yn just stared at him dumbfounded .He was a lot bigger than she imagened which caused her to almost drool.
He slowly walked back to the bed putting his hands under yns thighs and dragging her to the end of it in one swift motion.He took off her bra and then kneeled on the floor before her .He then took of her panties very slowly before gliding his finger over her slit causing her to moan and whimper at the action.Fred then smirked and licked her pussy a few times before sucking on it and adding a finger for more pleasure. Just from one finger yn was a total mess laying back with her hand gripping Freds hair making him groan here and there sending vibrations through her core.
He proceeded to add another finger then after a minute he added the third one making yn almost cum the second it entered.Fred fingered her fast and rough makingh her cum extremely fast but he slowed down and ride her trough her high.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of her making her whimper at the empty feeling.Fred stood up and licked one of his fingers tasting her and moaning at her sweet juices,he hovered over her and taping his other two fingers on her lips for her to open her mouth which she did.In one motion he had her sucking his fingers while pumping himself a few times, when he was satisfied with yn he pulled his fingers out and turned both of them around so that she was sat on top of his thighs.
Fred held her up by her waist so that she was right above his cock, then he slowly made her sit down both of them moaning like crazy at the sensetion.Yn then slowly started rocking her hips back and forth to get used to his size but it was like Fred had other plans cus he had her bouncing up and down on his cock at a very fast speed causing her to put her head on his shoulder while he begane kissing her neck.
It felt to the both of them as if an hour went by but it was just a few minutes when yn started to feel her orgasm building."fre-ed i-im clo-ose" she told him breathlessly,"me to darling me to".then a few seconds later yn was coming even harder then before ,her pussy griping on Fred cock .Fred then came hard just a little after her , letting her slow down and she then collapsed against him exhausted.He pulled her of him and putting her on the bed.
Fred stood up trowing the condom in the trash waving his wand casting a cleaning charm on both of them.He then pulled on his boxers and dressing yn in his shirt and new panties.
After that was done he turned off the light and joined yn in bed cuddling her seeing a smile pop on her face from a simple ation as that even in her sleep.
