hey guys fred weasley throwing my legs over his shoulders and fucks me so good he can’t help but laugh at the puddle i am before him hi
Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader
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Warnings: Smut (18+), oral (f receiving), teasing, dirty talk, pet names, established relationship, aftercare, fluff
Fred Weasley had a gift for many things,blowing things up, bending rules, getting out of trouble with a grin,but making you completely lose your mind might’ve been his most potent magic.
You were tucked up in his room at the Burrow,summer air warm, windows cracked open, and the low sound of enchanted wireless humming lazily from the corner. You’d stolen one of his shirts again, the old one from the shop with the neckline stretched and sleeves too big, hanging off your shoulder just enough to drive him mad.
He was watching you from the foot of the bed, eyes raking over your body like he hadn’t just had you the night before. Or the morning before that. Or up against the bathroom sink not twelve hours ago.
You peeked over the top of your book, trying not to smirk.
Fred didn’t deny it. “I am. You look so good like that. All casual. Comfy. Completely fuckable.”
You snorted, but your thighs pressed together.
“Bit needy today, aren’t you?”
He tilted his head, grin wolfish. “You calling me needy? You, who literally screamed my name loud enough last night I think the ghoul in the attic clapped for us?”
You laughed, and that laugh earned a low growl from him. He moved, slow and controlled, like a lion stalking prey,crawling up the bed until he was hovering above you, nose brushing your cheek.
“You calling me needy…” he whispered, dragging his lips across your jaw, “…while you’re sitting here, soaking through my shirt with your thighs clenched and pretending you don’t want me to ruin you.”
Your breath hitched. “Fred—”
“Let me eat you out, Y/N.”
He grinned. “You heard me.”
“Yeah, I just—no foreplay? No kissing? No—”
Fred’s hands were already sliding down your body. “Baby, we’ve been doing foreplay since the minute I saw you in my shirt. I’ve been suffering.”
He kissed down your neck, hands lifting the hem of the oversized tee until it bunched at your waist.
“I need you on your back. Legs over my shoulders. Right fucking now.”
You’d never obeyed so quickly in your life.
He slid your underwear down slowly, teasingly, sucking a kiss to your thigh as he settled between them.
“Look at this,” he said, voice in awe. “You’re already soaked. Merlin’s tits, love.”
You opened your mouth to snap at him,but then his tongue flattened against your clit, and all that came out was a moan so loud it echoed.
Fred groaned, latching on like he was starving. His tongue circled and licked, slow at first, building gradually, fingers digging into your hips like he was holding onto the last threads of control.
He loved eating you out. It was one of his favorite hobbies,up there with Quidditch and annoying Filch.
And he was good at it. Filthy. Passionate. Worshipful.
His fingers slid inside you just as his mouth closed around your clit again, and your back arched off the bed.
“That’s it, darling,” he murmured against you. “Let me hear you.”
Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging as you whined, thighs shaking. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause.
“Oh—fuck—I’m gonna—Fred—fuck—”
You came hard, grinding into his mouth, eyes screwed shut, legs trembling on either side of his head.
He moaned like he loved it,like tasting you was the highlight of his entire day.
And when he finally looked up, face soaked and smug, you were a breathless, blissed-out mess.
“You good?” he asked, voice hoarse.
You blinked at him. “I can’t feel my legs.”
He laughed so hard he had to lean on the bed for balance. “Holy fuck, Y/N. You’re literally a puddle.”
“No, really. You’re like—dripping. If you die, I’m blaming that book you ignored me for.”
You threw a pillow at him. He caught it with one hand and tossed it aside.
Then he was back on you,pulling off the rest of his clothes, lifting your hips like you weighed nothing.
“You think we’re done?” he teased.
You squeaked when he spread your legs and lined himself up. “I—Fred—wait—”
“Just a little more,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. “I’ll go slow.”
But he didn’t. Not really.
Because the moment he sank into you, tight and warm and still twitching from your orgasm, his control shattered.
He groaned like you were the best feeling he’d ever known. “Fuck—fuck—you’re squeezing me so tight—how are you this perfect?”
You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders. “You’re huge, Fred—oh my god—”
His pace started steady, but it didn’t stay that way.
Every time he pulled out and pushed back in, he went deeper. Harder. Faster.
Your legs instinctively locked around his shoulders again, heels digging into his back as he slammed into you over and over.
Your moans were shameless now,raw and honest and wrecked.
Fred leaned down, face close to yours, grinning like he’d just discovered treasure.
“You love it,” he panted. “Being fucked like this. All stretched out and cock-drunk for me.”
You nodded helplessly, tears in your eyes from how good it felt.
“Say it,” he demanded, breath hot on your lips. “Tell me you love it.”
“I love it—I love it, Fred, please—”
His hand reached between you, fingers finding your clit again. Your body jolted at the stimulation, already too much and somehow not enough.
“You gonna come again for me?” he whispered, kissing your temple.
You nodded desperately. “Y-yeah—yes, fuck, please—”
That pushed you right over the edge.
You shattered beneath him with a scream, body spasming, stars bursting behind your eyes. Your walls clenched so tight around him, it pulled his orgasm out of him seconds later.
He buried himself deep, groaning your name like a prayer as he came hard inside you.
It was messy. Intense. Fucking glorious.
When he finally collapsed beside you, both of you breathless and sweaty and clinging to each other, the room was dead silent except for the ragged sounds of your breathing.
“Still mad I interrupted your reading?”
You snorted into his chest. “I don’t even remember what the book was about.”
Fred chuckled, pulling you into his arms and kissing your forehead. “Exactly.”
You both laid there for a moment, tangled in sheets and limbs and sweat, before he grabbed his wand and muttered a quick cleaning spell with a flick.
You sighed. “That’s cheating.”
He smirked. “That’s magic.”
A beat passed. Then, softly, Fred looked down at you.
“Y’know I love you, right?”
You blinked. Heat rose to your cheeks. “What?”
He smiled. No teasing. No joke. Just Fred,completely sincere.
“I love you, Y/N. Like... all the time. Even when you’re ignoring me for books.”
You cupped his cheek. “I love you too.”
His grin widened. “Even when I turn you into a puddle?”
You rolled your eyes and kissed him again.
