Dare
Fred Weasley×Fem!O.C.
Preview: what's in store for Fred eight years after the war, when a new employee joins their shop?
Word count: 6.5 K
Warnings: age gap (legal), angst, mentions of food, mentions of war and injury, slight struggle with body image, family and kids, mostly fluff, mentions of sex, smut in part 3.
A/N: Hey! Finally, we're on Part 3! This is my first ever fic, so I'm very open to suggestions and feedbacks. Huge thank you to @sai-kida134 for editing the story.
This part contains smut. There is a warning on the divider. In case you don't want to read it, you can skip to the ending. You won't miss much. I hope you like it!
Part 1 || Part 2
Ivy felt confident in her look. She picked a plain white A-Line dress and matching white stilettos for the evening, along with silver hoop earrings and an old bracelet, with a hanging charm. She used curlers to make her wavy hair more defined and put on light make-up, but went with the bold red lipstick to complete her look. She wanted to look good for the evening, try and find a man who may take her mind off the one she’d given her heart to. The party was meant to start at six in the evening, and true to her style, she reached on time, not wanting to miss out on any of the fun. Taking a seat at the otherwise empty bar, she waited for the other attendees.
Fred was running late as usual. He was hesitant to go to the party, because he knew it would be impossible for him to find someone as good as Ivy. He’d decided his outfit with Lee’s help the previous day but it took him a lot of effort to convince himself to put it on. After making a few changes to the original idea, he peered into the mirror, fixing his hair while getting a look at his clothes- a white and blue pinstriped shirt, with blue pants and his usual brown leather watch, that perfectly matched the colour of his shoes and belt. He reached the pub around six thirty in the evening, and walked through the slowly filling up party hall, admiring the changes that had been made to the place since Tom’s son, Ethan had taken over. The place looked a lot cleaner, and much more welcoming. It wasn’t as dingy as previously, and there were party lights, currently switched to the normal lighting mode, but ready for the dance later in the evening. He scanned the room for any girl who may grab his attention, but found none. They were all too over dressed, or under dressed. Some were already drunk, barely able to stand. Others were standing amidst groups of men, clearly not looking for someone to spend more than a night with. A drink was all he would need to settle his mind. Maybe then he could relax a bit, be the old Fred Weasley who didn’t care about the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
Ivy sat at the bar, sipping a cocktail, completely unbothered about the growing party behind her. She had been approached by three guys so far, but not one of them tickled her fancy. How could they, when her standards were as high as Fred Weasley?
Fred saw Ivy leaning against the bar, astonished to see a girl as beautiful as her all alone. She was sipping a pinkish coloured drink tapping her heels to the music. He thought she looked absolutely perfect, angelic even. There probably was some kind of magnetic pull between them, because he didn’t realise when he was next to her, opening his mouth to speak.
“Fancy seeing you here, Roberts.” Fred’s voice said from next to her, and she immediately turned to look at him.
“Hi Weasley!” She grinned. “Looking good.”
She internally cringed at how quickly the compliment had slipped out of her lips, but Fred’s smile grew wider at that.
Her gaze lingered for a moment on his toned chest, slightly exposed through the top two buttons of his shirt that he’d left open and the rolled up sleeves that showed off the veins on his arms. There goes her plan of getting over him, right out of the window. She’d grow old and die before getting over him if he looks that amazing.
“You look great too, Ivy. Good old Gryffindor bracelet.” He smirked, “Mind if I join you?”
“Of course not!” She replied, sliding over and allowing him to sit on the bench next go her.
“Now show me that.” He said, gently pulling the martini glass out of her hands and taking a sip. “Nice choice.”
“I do have the best choice,” She retorted.
“Cosmopolitan, isn’t it? Didn’t think of you as a vodka person.” He teased, drinking down the rest of it in one go.
“You haven’t seen me party yet, Fred.” She said honestly.
“I’d love to see you doing anything darling.” He mumbled incoherently, eyeing her up and down in the white dress. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling that way, but seeing the fabric clinging delicately to her waist made him want to run his hands all over her.
“What was that?” She asked, raising one eyebrow.
“I said, I expect you to order some more for me to steal darling,” He lied, biting his lower lip.
Ivy was used to his flirtatious comments by now, and she knew they didn’t mean anything, but they still made her blush each time. Rolling her eyes, she ordered some more drinks for them both.
“I let you pay for dinner the other night, so it’s on me this time,” She said.
“Yes ma’am.” Fred answered.
“How the fuck are you not even tipsy yet?” Fred asked some drinks, and a lot of random chatter later.
“I’m quite a party animal Mister, didn’t I mention?” She said simply. “Plus, you’re not tipsy either.”
“It takes something stronger than these little tiny shots to take me down love.” He said, before leaning in and taking in another one.
“You know, if you keep sitting with me, they’ll think we’re together, and you won’t find someone you’re actually interested in,” Fred said.
“I’m not looking for anyone tonight honestly,” She said. Her plan had been watered down the minute Fred had walked in, and she couldn’t think of looking at any other guys as long as Fred Weasley’s handsome face stayed in her mind. She’d try next time, at some other party. Just one more night of being in love with him couldn’t hurt her too much. “The same goes for you though. Go ahead, find yourself a nice girl. I’ll just relax here with Ethan.” She said, motioning to the bartender.
“I only came here because Sophie forced me. She made Lee choose my outfit too,” He said reassuringly. He was sure she must be joking. Did she actually expect him to make a move on another girl, when she, Ivy Roberts, the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes on, sat right there? He wanted to spend that night with her, just as a friend, being in love with her. He didn’t expect her to reciprocate it in any way, but he couldn’t change his own mind. “Now that I have the drinks, and I have you, I’m not moving.” He stated, earning a light chuckle from her. “By the way, did you buy your dress for Oliver’s wedding?”
“Nope. I have no idea what it should be like.” She responded, fidgeting with her rings.
“Oh come on! Wear anything you want. Just tell me what colour you get, so I can buy myself a tie of the same colour as my date’s dress.” He reminded, earning a shy smile and nod from her.
A few more hours passed the same way. They’d talked non-stop about their school memories, and all the times they’d driven poor McGonagall mad, and finally the two were bored of sitting around, having nothing else to do.
“Are you sure you don’t want to dance Fred?” Ivy asked, looking at the flashing lights over them. “There’s this really pretty girl looking at you from the dance floor.”
“Nope. You should go if she’s that pretty.” He teased.
“Mmm no thanks. I’m not into girls.”
“Shame.” He said, sounding slightly bored. “Let’s go to my place and watch a movie.”
“I’ve got to get home,” She replied. She was afraid that if she found herself alone with him, she might end up doing something stupid and regretting it later.
“C’mon Ivy, don’t be a bore! Floo back to your place after the movie. I don’t want to be alone.” He pleaded, wanting to spend just a bit more time around her.
“Alright. Just one movie.”
They stumbled into Diagon Alley, headed towards Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. It was a long walk, about fifteen minutes, and they’d decided against apparating with all that alcohol in their systems. Fred slipped his hand into Ivy’s without a second thought, intertwining their fingers. Ivy felt a slight tingle running down her spine at the gesture but oddly enough, it felt natural this time, as if this was how they were meant to be. She began to swing their hands between them as Fred chuckled, joining her action.
“Wanna play a game until we get there?” He asked lightly.
“What game?” She questioned.
“Truth or Dare. You go first.”
“Sure. Truth.”
“Hmmm let’s see...” He said, thinking while swinging their hands between themselves.
Ivy waited patiently for him to come up with something. He always came up with something, it was one of the things she admired so much about him.
“Are you in love with someone?” He asked after a bit, trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice.
“Wh-Why do you think I’d be in love with someone?” She asked nervously. She didn’t make it obvious, did she?
“You weren’t interested in anyone tonight. Either you already love someone else, or you’re trying to copy me.” He said, nudging her shoulder with his own and smirking. “Now answer my question.”
Ivy’s brain literally switched off. She couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. She wished he would stop staring at her like that. Too much pressure on a little girl.
“I- Fred...” She mumbled, the heat steadily rising to her face, making her cheeks as red as his hair.
“So I should take that as a yes?” He teased, coming to a halt on the sidewalk, still swinging their hands.
“Yes.” She said finally, looking down at her feet. What if he knew? Was he just teasing her so that he could laugh at her?
Fred’s mind went blank. He sort of expected her to say yes, but now that she’d said it, it was definite. Ivy was in love with someone, most definitely not him. It broke the little hope that had built up in his heart through the night.
“Who’s it?” He asked, trying his best to sound casual, plastering a fake smile onto his face while his heart felt like ripping out of his chest.
“Yo- No wait! One question at a time.” She said, quickly. “You can’t ask me a second question.”
“You’re evil.” He huffed, a tiny smile playing on his lips at the frightened look on her face. “I won’t tell them.”
“They’d know anyways.” She said, walking again.
“How?”
“Ask me next round and I might tell you.” She said, making a mental note to not choose ‘Truth’ again. “Your turn. Truth or Dare?”
“Dare baby!” He shouted in his thick accent.
Ivy took a second to think, before tugging his hand to get his attention. “See that old wizard there? Convince him to support Chelsea Football Club in the match next week.”
“Easy.” He grinned, walking to the said man and pulling her along.
“Good evening Sir. How are you doing?” He asked the man politely.
“Doing well son, how about you?” The man smiled.
“Alright, could do better.” Fred replied.
“How can I help the two of you?” The man asked.
“Well Sir, do you happen to know anything about muggle football?”
“Oh yes, yes! You’ve come to the right man, my boy! I’m muggle born, absolutely love football.” He grinned.
“Well then Sir, you make my job easy.” Fred said, returning his grin. “My dearest friend here,” he said motioning to Ivy, “wants me to convince you to support Chelsea in the next match.”
“Oh don’t you worry, young lady.” The man chuckled, unzipping his jacket. “Your friend doesn’t have to convince me.”
To Ivy’s surprise, he was wearing a yellow Chelsea jersey, the most recent edition. “Job done. Go enjoy your night!” The man said, patting Fred’s shoulder.
“Thank you Sir.” Ivy smiled at the man, as Fred bid goodbye to him and lead her away from him.
“How’d you get so lucky?” She laughed, lightly smacking his shoulder.
“I’m always lucky,” He boasted. “Back at you now. Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.” She said immediately.
“That’s not fair. You know what I was about to ask!” He said.
“Exactly. Try giving me a more innocent dare, will you?”
“Alright, you have your phone with you?”
“Yup.”
“Text the person you’re in love with. Tell them how you feel,” He said. Crazy as it may sound, he wanted to see Ivy with someone else. In his mind, it was the only way he could get over her.
“Why are you so invested in my love life?” She protested, hoping to get him to change the challenge. What would his reaction be when he’d receive the message?
“Because you’re my friend. And I want you to not end up like me.” He said, trying to not let his real emotions slip through the tough facade he was putting up.
“Oh alright!” She said, pulling up her courage to do it, once and for all. How bad could it get?
She pulled her phone out of her pocket as Fred dragged her to a corner of the street.
She looked for Fred’s contact, clicked it and chose the ‘type message’ option. She took one last look upwards, towards the man she was deeply in love with. He was standing opposite her, looking at her encouragingly. He could only see the back of the phone, not the screen. Taking a deep breath, she began to click the keys, typing ‘I love you’ with shaky hands and pressing ‘Send’.
Any moment now. Any moment, Fred’s phone would buzz, and he’d receive her text. And then she’d loose his friendship. That was it.
“Done?” He asked, still remaining respectful enough to not look at the screen.
“Done.” She replied, almost shivering with nerves.
“Can I check?” He asked, trying to keep himself from crying.
“Sure.” Ivy replied, turning the phone towards him, making sure her thumb covered the contact name. She wanted to take as much time as she got, before it got too awkward for them to even stand in the same room.
Fred’s face fell when he saw the words on the screen. Ivy had sent out an ‘I love you’ text to someone. She did actually love someone. It was real. She wasn’t his, and would never be.
“What’s wrong?” Ivy asked worriedly, watching his expressions. Did she not cover it properly? Had he already seen it?
“No.. nothing.” He brushed off. “Your phone doesn’t have network Ivy. The message is in your Outbox.”
“Oh. So I’ll delete it!” She said happily.
“No you will not!” He said, snatching her phone away and closing the messaging app using the red button on the right, without looking at the screen. She didn’t wish to show him who she loved, and it wasn’t any of his business either. All he needed to know was that it wasn’t him. He never had a chance. “This stays in my pocket until your lover texts back.”
“Fred no, please!”
“No Ivy. You’re making the first move.” He said, stuffing it away. “My turn. I choose dare.”
“Fine.” Ivy said, giving up and beginning to walk again. At least he hadn’t received the message yet. She had a few more minutes until her phone began receiving network again. Maybe once they’d reach the shop, he’d get the message, some the network was pretty strong there. “I dare you to do something you’ll regret later.”
Ivy was the only thing on Fred’s mind. And he knew he would regret confessing his feelings to her. And this might be his last chance to tell her how he felt, he was sure the man she’d texted loved her back, because who wouldn’t love a girl as perfect as her. He stopped on the sidewalk again, facing her, and she faced him back. This was it.
“I’m in love with you Ivy,” He said, without any hesitation.
Ivy was lost for words. This obviously had to be one of her dreams again. Her imagination was beginning to get wild, completely out of her control, too clouded by Fred. She was brought back to her senses when she found herself looking into Fred’s eyes, his sincerity clear.
“Fred-“ she started in disbelief, immediately interrupted by him.
“I know you don’t feel the same Ivy, and it’s alright. I’m sorry for ruining our friendship.” He began, quickly letting her hand free.
“Fred no-“
“It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry. It’s my fault and I know you want to get back to your place now.” He rambled, looking away from her. He put one hand on his hip, the other lightly tugging his own hair in frustration.
“Fred, listen to me.”
“I’ll get you a taxi, and you can go away, and I promise I’ll never see you again if you don’t want me to.”
She reached her hand out towards him, holding his chin between her thumb and forefinger to turn his head to face her. He shut up, looking down at her sadly.
“I’m in love with you Fred.”
Now it was his turn to stare at her in disbelief. There was no way she’d actually said that to him.
“You don’t have to say anything you don’t mean Ivy.”
“I mean it. I love you.” She said sincerely.
There was barely a second’s pause, before he leaned in, trapping her lips in his own. The kiss was sweet, gentle, full of hesitation, yet loving. Ivy had just began to process the feeling of his lips against hers, when he pulled away.
“You deserve better than me Ivy. You’re not doing it because you feel bad for me right?” He asked worriedly.
“Are you calling my emotions fake?” She said in an irritated tone. “I wouldn’t mind if you tell me now that this was a joke to you Fred, but don’t you dare say my feelings aren’t real. I’ve never felt this way for anyone before, and I know that I’m in love with you.”
“Sorry,” he whispered, leaning closer to her again, their lips brushing as they stared unblinkingly into each other’s eyes. “I’m sorry for being an idiot. I really love you.”
Without another word, she raised one hand, placing it behind his neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss. He gripped her waist with both his hands, pulling her closer without breaking the kiss, that grew more heated with each passing moment. His mind was clouded by her. It took all of his strength to stop himself from holding her impossibly close to himself and never letting her leave. Ivy couldn’t get over the feeling of his lips moving on hers, perfectly in sync, as if he wanted to imprint every bit of her onto himself. She felt dizzy with excitement, and wrapped her other hand around his neck too, making him lean even closer, if that was possible. Her fingers found their way to his soft hair, tugging gently, making him groan against her mouth before pulling away. Her lips chased his, making him chuckle slightly, and he pecked them again.
Looking around, they blushed at the realisation of in the middle of Diagon Alley, giving passers-by quite a show.
“We can continue this at my place if you want.” Fred said in a hoarse whisper as they resumed their walk towards the shop.
“Mhmm... A bit of privacy would be nice.” She agreed with a slight smirk.
“I think so too.” He said, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her closer to himself.
Ivy stood up on her toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, before turning to the ground and blushing furiously. Fred turned towards her, a soft smile on his lips. Tucking the hair that curtained her face from him behind her ear, he kissed her temple, then the top of her head, before burying his nose in her hair. “You smell amazing.”
“I’ve dreamed of this exact thing so many times... Walking on the street with you so close to me,” She confessed shyly.
“I’ll make all your dreams come true Ivy.” He said.
“No,” She said softly, taking him by surprise. “Stay with me while I make my dreams come true.”
“Promise,” He smiled.
The rest of the way to the shop passed rather quickly, with soft kisses and shy glances exchanged between the new lovers. As soon as they reached the shop, Ivy made her way to the front entrance, but Fred grabbed her arm, getting her attention. He smirked, shaking his head from side to side, and gently pulled her towards the back of the shop. They stopped in the corner between Number 92 and 93, a smirk etched to Fred’s face.
“What are we here for, Fred?” Ivy asked, confused.
“Hmm, you’ll see.” He replied, gently pressing her against the wall and dropping his forehead against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, and their lips met again in a passionate kiss. Fred wrapped his arms around her waist, and then slowly trailed them down to her hips, caressing her with his fingers. He prodded her mouth open with his tongue, and Ivy could taste the cocktails they had been feasting over just half an hour back on his tongue.
The kiss slowly grew heavier, neither of them breaking free to breathe, and turning into complete messes in each other’s arms. Ivy’s hands now rested against his chest, feeling his toned muscles under his shirt. Feeling a surge of confidence, she slid her hands towards the buttons, popping the third and fourth one open without him realising, and letting her fingers glide across his skin. Fred gasped at the touch of her skin against his, before smirking against her lips and roughly squeezing her hips. Ivy moaned at that, and he quickly pulled away from her lips to smirk down at her. She looked up at him with the same expression, and in the dim lighting, she could make out how his pupils were enlarged, and her eyes trailed down to the bulge in his pants.
“Someone’s really turned on.” She said huskily, jerking her hips forward, grinding against him and earning a slow groan.
“You see what you do to me Ivy? Nobody’s ever made me feel this way.” He whispered into her ear, tightening his grip on her, starting to move his hips in sync with hers.
“Would I be a pervert if I tell you,” She started, “that the moment I saw you in this shirt, I wanted to rip it off you?”
“Would I be a pervert if I tell you I have similar thoughts about your dress?” He replied with a smirk.
“I don’t quite enjoy the idea of stripping against a wall, Fred.” She teased, picking up her pace against his hips and threading her fingers through his hair.
“Well then I think I should do what I came here for, Ivy.” He said, kissing her one more time before releasing her. He pulled his wand out and walked towards the wall, tapping against the bricks in a specific pattern, and a door appeared in the wall.
“So you don’t plan on killing me in a dark corner of the alley?” She mused, watching him open the door and walk up a staircase.
“No love, too risky to kill you in a dark alley, might raise suspicion. My flat’s a better place for that.” He replied in the same tone, nodding his head and motioning her to follow.
“Do you take last wishes?” She asked, walking right behind him now.
“Depends. If you ask for the best sex of your life, I can’t exactly decline, can I?” He retorted, without turning back.
“The best huh?” She said, walking into his flat, and he quickly shut the door and pinned her against it, placing his hands on either side of her head, caging her between his arms.
“You doubt it?” He asked in a breathy voice.
“I don’t believe it till I see it darling.”
With that, Fred connected their lips once more, and Ivy took the opportunity to let her tongue roam his mouth this time. He pulled away soon, trailing wet kisses down her jaw, before sucking a spot on her neck, definitely leaving a mark. Ivy moaned softly, tugging his hair a little.
“Should I stop?” He whispered against her skin.
“Please don’t stop.” She answered, breathing heavily.
“I love you so much Ivy.” He said, kissing her lips once more, cupping her bum.
She took the cue and jumped, and he caught her, allowing her to wrap both her legs around his waist. With their lips still glued together, he carried her to his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed. Ivy quickly settled on top of him, straddling him and beginning to kiss his neck, leaving stains of her red lipstick all over his skin. She gently undid the last two buttons of his shirt, leaving his torso exposed to her. She trailed her kisses downwards, onto his chest, while slowly rocking her hips against his and earning a few moans from his lips.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” She said, looking up at him once more.
“No.” He said, leaning his forehead against hers. “I want you.”
She tugged the ends of his opened shirt, and he obliged, pulling his hands away from her body and discarding the shirt into some corner of the room. Ivy stood up from his lap, getting rid of her heels as Fred fiddled with the hem of her dress.
“Can I rip it off?” He asked with a smirk.
“You’d never see me in it again.” She warned, raising one eyebrow.
“I’ll repair it later.”
“Doesn’t feel the same. The edges get rough so I won’t wear it.”
“Nope. Can’t risk it.” He grinned, looping his arms around her and pulling down the zipper.
He toyed with the straps for a moment, before pulling them down, sliding the dress off her waist and adding to the pile of clothes. He looked up at her with lust filled eyes, tracing her figure with his fingers and rubbing her nipples through the lacy white strapless bra, and she moaned softly at the touch, before sitting back on top of him. Kissing his lips, she leaned him back slowly, until his back was flat against the duvet, their chests pressed together.
Ivy knew the man in front of her was truly special. Everything about him was perfect, as if he’d been made just for her. And she wanted him to know how much she admired him, turn every single one of his insecurities into something he could be proud of.
“You’re so perfect Fred.” She said, tracing his jaw with her finger. “How are you so perfect?” She placed wet kisses all over his cheekbones and jaw, aware that she couldn’t get enough of him.
Fred had always been the most confident person in the room, along with his twin. Ever since the war, his confidence dwindled. But when he was with Ivy, he felt absolutely free. Free from all his insecurities, free to be himself, the mischievous boy he had always been. And when she said things like that to him, he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with love towards her.
She slowly moved herself off him, trailing her kisses downwards, leaving painless marks all over his chest and stomach as he played with her hair. When she reached the waistband of his trousers, she ran her palm over his clothed erection, before settling over the buckle of his belt, looking at him for permission.
“Go on darling. No need to ask me.” He said breathlessly.
Ivy immediately unbuckled the belt and tossed it on the floor, as Fred kicked off his shoes. She then unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them down his legs and off his feet, leaving him only in his boxers.
Fred suddenly felt conscious of his left leg. Nobody had seen him this way for years. But Ivy was quick to understand what he was going through, and she gently began to caress both his legs with her hands, and then leaving wet kisses all over, aware that he could feel every bit of it.
As much as she loved seeing him squirming under her, she wanted to pleasure him. So she hooked her fingers around his boxers, pulling them down, and letting his erection free. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she licked her lips, before locking eyes with Fred. He winked cheekily at her, making her blush, and he let out a slight chuckle at her flustered look. In return, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, fisting him, and his laughter quickly turned into uncontrollable moans. She ran her thumb over his swollen tip, letting a few beads of his precum drip down his length, and he gasped, shutting his eyes tight and bucking his hips upwards into her hand.
Letting out a chuckle at his desperation, she dipped her head down, slipping her tongue out and gently circling his tip with it. Fred’s eyes flew open at touch of her tongue against his sensitive head. He let out a loud moan that made her laugh again.
“So desperate, darling.” She whispered.
“Please Ivy.” He replied in a strained voice.
“If you ask so politely,” she smiled, and opened her mouth wide, wrapping her lips around his length, taking in as much as she could without gagging.
All her mind could focus on was the way Fred moaned her name as she moved her mouth on him, sucking enthusiastically. One of his hands was resting on the bedsheet, tugging it hard. The other was tangled in her hair as he watched her intently, his cock slipping in and out of her. She gradually increased her pace, enjoying the way the sounds from his throat became louder and hoarser. Her panties soaked with her own wetness and she was aching for release, but all she focused on was the man in front of her. She could taste his precum, oozing out of his tip, as he twitched in her mouth, signalling he was close. She began to move as fast as she could, and Fred picked his other hand off the bedsheets to move it onto her back. He fiddled with her bra clasp, managing to open it, dropping it down and exposing her breasts to him.
“Ivy.. oh.. love.” He said in a shaky voice, and she hummed with him deep in her throat. Fred couldn’t contain himself anymore, allowing himself to come undone, his release hit the back of her throat. Ivy happily swallowed all of it, moving her head at a slower pace and helping him ride out his orgasm.
She pulled away from him with a slight ‘pop’, moving upwards and putting her mouth onto his. Fred moaned at his own taste on her tongue, cupping her cheek and deepening the kiss, before letting her pull away.
“Are you okay?” She asked, gently brushing her thumb against his cheekbone.
“Absolutely amazing.” He smiled, his cheeks tinged a deep shade of pink. He pulled her down once more, kissing her lips softly.
Fred quickly flipped her over, making her gasp at the sudden movement as he climbed on top of her. He hovered above her for a moment, before shifting his weight to one arm, using the other to roll her pebbled nipples between his fingers. He took her right nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it while kneading her left breast with his hand, as she sighed and tugged onto his hair. Once he was satisfied, he moved his mouth to the left one, giving it the same amount of attention by sucking and nibbling on her flesh.
He finally pulled off her, making her whine in protest.
“Patience sweetheart.” He whispered, pulling off her white lace knickers, leaving her completely bare in front of himself.
He bent her knees upwards while spreading her legs apart, admiring how soaked she was. Without warning, he pressed his fingers to her aching clit, and she moaned loudly, bucking her hips into his hand. Fred used his other hand to push her hips downwards, back into the bed, as he traced gentle circles on her bud. He loved seeing how much he affected her, how much she begged him to let her come undone. He picked up his speed, flicking her sensitive clit faster between his fingers, making a mess out of the beautiful woman under him. And when he felt her clit throb as she neared her release, he pulled his fingers off her.
“Fr-Fred no ,” she begged breathlessly, once again moving her hips, trying to get him to touch her where she needed him most.
“Shh,” he coaxed, running her hands over her thighs and spreading her legs wider.
“Please!”
“Yes darling. No need to beg.” He said, lightly smacking her ass and slipping two fingers into her cunt, curling them to make her gasp. “Better?”
Ivy nodded and arched her back as he continued to slip his fingers in and out of her. She gazed at him through her half lidded eyes, watching the corners of his mouth curl into a smirk, before he dived and attached his lips to her clit. Her hands immediately went up to his hair, tugging the copper strands while he pleasured her.
Fred enjoyed his room being filled with her pants and moans as he got her closer to her high with his mouth and fingers. He loved the sight in front of him as she gave him all. He thought she couldn’t get more beautiful, but the way she was moaning underneath him at the moment made him hard once again, and he was desperate to see her come. He sensed her getting closer once again, and he moved his fingers faster, making her reach the peak of her pleasure, moaning his name and making him feel like he could come once more just at the view.
Fred sat up in between her legs, rubbing the sides of her waist as she came down from her high. As soon as she was able to regain some control, she grabbed his face in her hands, pulling him down in a heated kiss. Feeling his hardness against her thigh, she teasingly moved her leg against it, making him gasp into her mouth.
“I don’t use birth control.” She stated in between kisses.
“I’m glad you don’t. It’s terrible for your health,” He replied seriously. “I don’t mind using a condom forever, but I won’t ever let you have those pills.”
Ivy felt taken aback by this. He was being a true gentleman, a perfect person in fact, concerned for her safety over his pleasure. She’d never felt so cared for in her life.
“You’re amazing Fred. I love you.” She said before kissing him again.
“I love you too Ivy.” He replied, getting off her and walking to his bedside table to take out a condom. “Remind me to thank Lee for this tomorrow.”
He tore the packaging open and carefully slipped the condom on, then returned to his position on the bed.
“We can stop if you want to.” He said reassuringly, waiting for her response.
“No. I need you Fred.” She said, spreading her legs and allowing him to sit between them.
He started playing with her nipples once again, and then kissed her neck and waist gently. He aligned himself with her entrance, before locking eyes with her for permission, and she nodded eagerly, so he let himself slip into her, both of them moaning at the new sensation.
“Please move Fred.” She said, digging her fingers into the flesh right under his shoulders.
He complied with her request, beginning to move slowly and gradually picking up pace. A few sharp thrusts and whispered love professions were all they needed to reach heaven in each other’s arms. Ivy was still under the effects of her first orgasm, so she was the first to give away, screaming his name as he helped her ride out her second high. It didn’t take Fred long before he came again as well, filling the condom with his release.
Once Fred had reluctantly pulled out of her, he walked to the bathroom to dispose the condom and came back with a damp washcloth to help her clean up.
He lay down on the bed next to her, running his fingers through her hair that he’d just messed up. Ivy shifted closer to him, laying her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, enjoying the comfortable silence between them.
Fred smiled, remembering the times he’d imagined this exact scene before he fell asleep at night. He looked down at the woman in his arms and felt like he could stay there forever. He slowly leaned forward, pressing his lips to her head. Ivy turned her head to face him, and kissed his lips softly.
“What are you all smiley about?” She asked, placing both her hands on his chest, one on top of the other, and then resting her head over them.
“Just thinking...” He said with a cute smile.
“About?”
“About you. And about the number of times I’ve imagined you here with me, in this exact same position.” He said, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over it.
Ivy opened her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted when a loud buzzing tone rang out from Fred’s phone. He reached out to his bedside table, picking it up and holding it up to his face to read the message. She watched intently as his lips spread into a grin, and he turned the phone around for her to read the message.
IVY: I love you
“Looks like my phone finally has network.” She smiled.
“I love you.” He said honestly.
“Thanks.” She replied cheekily, pressing her lips to his chest.
“Thanks? All I get is thanks?” He asked, amusedly.
“Reply to my text and I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”
Fred immediately began to type, and a minute later, Ivy recognised her phone’s message tone ringing from some corner of the room.
“Since your phone is still in my pocket, here you go.” He said, turning his phone towards her.
IVY: I love you
FRED: I love you too darling :D
She gave him a satisfied smile before speaking. “I love you Fred,” She said.
“I know.” He replied with a shit eating grin. Ivy slightly smacked his chest, feigning annoyance, and then both of them began to giggle like school kids.
“Now that I have you,” He said, wrapping both his arms around her waist, “can I take you out on a date tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow? Don’t we have to be there at George’s place for the baby’s gender reveal?” She reminded.
“In the evening, yes. But in the morning, why don’t we go shopping for Ollie’s wedding outfits?” He suggested. “A nice little shopping date, just for us.”
“Done.” She grinned, before he pulled her in and crashed their lips together again.
A/N: You've reached the end of this fic. If you've made it this far, THANK YOU!! Posting this has been nerve racking, and I'm so thankful for all the support. I'd really appreciate feedback 🧡
