Hii! I really love how you write, can you please do a Fred Weasley x f reader/slytherin, like they are enemies, and Fred does a prank and she caught him doing it but Snape sees them and thinks she is in on the prank, they get detention to put in order a shelf of books, Snape locks them there and leaves them for 1h or 2h, they start arguing and then they end up doing it.
Can you please do a spanking kink, that shocks Fred( !he spanks her), and a lot of dirty talk and dirty nicknames from both. Thanks!!
Dirty Pleasure
notes: thank you so much for the req!! sorry it took so long, schools a lottttt. my first time writing hate sex/degradation, so please leave some criticism for me😭💘.
pairing: fred weasley x malfoy!fem!reader
genre: porn w/ little plot, enemies to fucking
summary: You never thought detention with a Weasley would be a ‘dream come true’ till Fred proves you wrong. He discovers some of your dirtiest secrets, how will you ever make him keep his mouth shut?
tw’s: mean!fred, minor masochist vibes??, unprotected sex (pnv), hate sex, multiple orgasms, spanking kink, degradation kink, fingering (f rec), red handprints, brat tamer!fred, brat!reader, sub/dom dynamic, power switch, minor choking, backshots, sex in a library (the bookshelf shakes😉), hard sex, enemies, petnames (love, darling, sweetheart, princess, whore, slut), not proofread, anddd i think thats it??
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There he was, Fred Weasley. Somehow missing his counterpart. Currently he was bent down with a lighter and a box of fireworks right outside of Finch’s door.
“Fuck are you doin’, Weasley?” You sneered as you walked by and stopped in front of Fred. He looked up with a glare.
Fred hated you. He hated your last name. He hated your riches. He hated your fancy robes. He hated your beautiful hair. He hated your intoxicating perfume. And he hated how the doll-like shoes you wore somehow looked evil on you.
“Don’t worry about it, Malfoy.” He scoffed back, cursing himself mentally as he already knew you were going to snitch on him. You laughed mockingly as you inspected his weak prank.
“Really? A box of fireworks to scare Finch? This is a new low, even for you.” You hummed teasingly. Fred rolled his eyes. He hated how you were always right. He could admit that this wasn’t his best idea.
“And? It’s none of your bloody business.” Fred sneered back. Now he was running out of comebacks, and prank ideas.
“Think you could do better, princess?” Fred grinned, a fiery challenge now burning in his brown eyes. You snapped your gaze back to the boy and laughed.
“I know I can.” You insisted, ignoring the tingly feeling inside of your belly at the nickname ‘princess’. You’ve always been known as the Slytherin princess, being Draco’s sister. It was just something different when Fred referenced it.
You began to fiddle with the firework box, mumbling different enchantments that leave much more of an impact in much sillier ways.
Suddenly, in the middle of you slowly forgetting the fact that you were enjoying yourself with a Weasley, you hear a deep, intimidating voice.
“Ah, if it isn’t Ms. Malfoy.” A sickening voice purred from behind the two of you. Instantly, your spine straightened, your head snapped upwards, and your cheeks flush red in embarrassment.
”How would your father react if he knew his precious daughter was pulling pranks with a red-headed Weasley?” Snape sneered at you. He could care less for Fred, he was used to deducting points from Gryffindor. You, however, were not getting left off the hook.
“N-no professor! I swear to merlin, I was just about to come to you about this. He’s trying to prank Finch! I had no involvement in this—“ You began to excuse yourself as Fred snickered beside you.
“You can further explain this in detention alongside your new friend, Malfoy.” Snape dismissed. You scoffed as you and Fred both stood, the fireworks left behind as you sullenly walked to the library.
You were utterly furious as Fred laughed beside you, completely unfazed. Clearly enjoying himself.
“Aww, sorry, princess. First time in detention?” Fred cooed mockingly as the three of you reached the library. Snape huffed. He certainly didn’t have the time to watch over the two of you.
“You’re lucky I have a meeting with the Ministry. Organize all of these shelves. I’ll be back soon, don’t do anything stupid.” Snape rumbled as he left the room, locking the two of you in the library alone together.
Fred grinned dopily as steam practically flew out of your ears.
“Ugh! You’re so annoying!” You huffed as you stormed off to the bookshelves, angrily putting them away.
“Mmm. Keep goin’, sweetheart.” Fred laughed as he followed you, leaning against the bookshelves and clearly not helping. He was relaxed. Nearly lazy. Nearly sexy.
“Please, Weasley. Keep it in your pants.” You scoffed, clearly irritated as you continued sorting the books out. Fred hummed from beside you, still not contributing.
“I don’t think you want me to, darlin’. Seems like your gaggin’ for it.” He remarked. Slowly, he stood from his lazy lounge against the bookshelf. You were nothing short of blushing, but you refused to admit it.
“Spare me. Nobody’s ‘gagging’ for whatever shrimp you’re hiding in those hand-me-down robes.” You laughed, trying desperately to flip the tables and regain control. But it was far too gone now.
“Im sure it’s bigger than your last boyfriend. Been awhile since you’ve had a real orgasm, huh, sweetheart? Probably sounded like Moanin’ Myrtle while you faked it again, and again, and again.” Fred hummed as your cheeks flushed red. You set down another book and scoffed.
“Do you ever shut up!” You weakly defended. Fred grinned wider, coming even closer to you. Applying more pressure.
“You wouldn’t have to fake it with me, darlin’.”
Heavy silence fell over the library. And for the first time all night, you had no clever quip to return with. So, you turned towards Fred, moving to push him away.
As soon as your arms extended, Fred had you in a lock. He took your hands and pinned them above your head. He moved swiftly, pinning you against the bookshelf. One of his large hands held the two of yours while his other roamed freely.
“Oh, poor thing, cat caught y’tongue?” He snickered sadistically. Unfortunately, you whined under his hold, only prompting him to continue this sweet torture.
He alternated between mocking you, and downright degrading you. And merlins fuck, it was hot.
“You’re wet. You’re wet for a fuckin’ Weasley. What would y’daddy think?” His question came out as a snarl. You had no where to run. Your arms were restrained, his hips pinned your own in place, and your knees were weak.
Not a squeak leaves your mouth. Because he’s right. You’re dripping in your knickers. It’s practically embarrassing, and for some reason, that makes you even more wet.
Suddenly, Fred is flipping you around, keeping you effectively pinned as your front is now pressed against the bookshelf.
His free hand, the one you hadn’t been paying attention to, is now gliding across your hips mischievously.
“What are y’going to do about it?” You murmured. Not confidently, not arrogantly, it’s nearly a whine. Nearly desperate.
And he chuckles.
His laugh is the last thing you hear before he one handily rips your skirt off of you. Revealing your arse to his gaze.
And suddenly, a deafening slap is being forced upon your ass. And oh, fuck. It stings. But it ignites something so deep inside of you, you moan. Whorishly.
And its silent. Deadly, silent. Embarrassment floods through your veins so hot it feels like you’re on fire.
And he laughs. The only thing that breaks the silence is his laugh as he smooths over the harsh red handprint now engraved on your bare bottom.
“Oh, you really are a slut, hmm?” He teases before delivering another smack. You whimper, subconsciously pushing your arse further into his hands, silently begging for more.
You can hear his wolfish grin.
“No… m’not a slut.” You whine, almost demanding it. Unfortunately Freds no longer convinced. He soothes over your plush blistering skin reassuringly.
“Who would’a thought Slytherin’s princess was just some naughty little whore. Desperate to be put in her place. Like a fuckin’ brat.” He growls before he smacks your ass again. Your next moan is shameless, your cunt is dripping, your nipples are pebbling through your top.
Your skin betrays you. Pliant for Fred. Your ass practically jiggles in his hand, inviting more sweet punishment.
“Are you gonna be my good girl? Gonna let me fuckin’ have you?” He hums rhetorically. Despite your pride, you nod. Desperate to be touched. Desperate for friction.
“Words, sweetheart.” He sadistically purrs. Normally, you would curse him for demanding anything out of you. But you’re in his hands now. He has the control. He has you.
“Yes, m’gonna be a good girl! S’good.” You slur mindlessly. Arousal and embarrassment collide hotly, only making your pussy pulse as he finally releases your wrists.
Now he has two hands available. Double trouble.
It’s like the quiet before the storm as he runs his hands down your body. He grips whatever he can find, he kisses your shoulder blade, as if the two of you were lovers.
But the storm always arrives no less.
His right hand, the one that had been slapping your arse, moves forward, past your hips, towards your sacredness.
The left, the one that once held your wrist, is now dealing damage.
“You sought me out… wearin’ a skirt, and no panties. What’d you think was gonna happen, love?” He murmurs mockingly as two fingers slip into your cunt and his other hand delivers a crackling smack. You whine, gushing over his hand as you grip the bookshelf for dear life.
Certainly, there is a red handprint on at least one of your asscheeks.
You’re not focused on the stinging pain from behind as his long fingers work magic in your cunt. He knows just where to touch, how to swirl, and when to curl.
“Fred,” You breathe. Overstimulated. You’re practically heady. And of course Fred finds this all so amusing. The bulge of his dick is pressed against your bare ass, his whole body and scent surrounding you, reinforcing your dizziness.
“What happened to ‘Weasley’?” He grins against the back of your neck, nipping at the skin there as he continues to lavish at your cunt.
“You’re so tight. None of those pricks knew how to stretch you, aye? How to take care of this pretty pussy.” He cooed in your ear, creating a string of moans from your lips as his other hand left your ass and cupped your clothed tits.
Luckily for you, Fred is a blabbering mess. Leaving you to incoherently moan as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m sure none of them knew how filthy you are, either. How you like to be spanked like a naughty thing.” He rasped to you. This seems to be your final straw as this sends you flying over the edge.
You nearly squirt just from his fingers. You cry out, prompting Fred to cover your mouth with his other hand as you ride out your orgasm.
He gives you time to recover as he pulls out his fingers. He sucks your sweetness off of them as you pant.
“That’s it?” You breathe. Stubborn, prideful, familiar. Something to distract the two of you from how right it feels.
Luckily that takes Fred back to his originally competitive state of mind. He’s harshly back on you.
He grabs your hair, tugging, forcing you to his mouth as he connects to your lips with a sloppy kiss. “C’mon, love.” He grins wickedly against you. “Don’t act like you weren’t droolin’ all over my hand.”
He laughs. Before you ever realize that his trousers were pulled down, you feel an angry hard tip press against your cunt from behind.
He rubs his tip up-and-down your soaked folds, teasing the both of you. Your breath hitches as you grip the bookshelf once more.
Fred Weasley is about to take you from behind. Fred Weasley just made you cum. Fred Weasley’s handprint is on your ass currently.
It ignites something primal in you.
You’re no longer the rich, Malfoy. You’re Fred Weasley’s hole to fuck.
And suddenly he’s sliding in. You moan whorishly, your back arching from his size. He’s lengthy, with a nice girth. It has your jaw wide as you moan.
He’s incredibly ‘humble’ about it as well.
“What is it, princess?” He coos, mockingly sweet. You take the bate no less. Convinced that maybe Fred will show you some sympathy.
“S’too big…” You whine, wiggling your hips as you desperately try to take him deeper. Fred cruelly laughs at your attempts before he mercilessly begins to thrust.
You gasp as he starts his pace, losing all sense of dignity as sweet noises begin to tumble out of you.
Its messy, fast, and hard. Its so Fred. He fucks like he has something to prove. His cock is so deep and long that it’s hitting unimaginable spots within you. His words completely fuel your gushing pussy’s desire. He doesn't jackhammer, he fucks.
“M-merlins, fuck… Fred! M’cant—t’much—ahh!” You babble mindlessly. You’re so close but also not close enough. You want to go longer, but holy fuck he’s making it hard to do so.
“Oh, poor thing. S’it too much? D’you want me to stop, sweetheart?” He mockingly whimpers back to you, followed by a cackle of a laugh. Unfortunately, this only makes you tighten around him. And he feels it.
His hands slide from your hips back down to the curve of your ass where he’s thrusting into you from.
“Oh you’re a picture perfect whore, aren’t you? Stuffed to the brim with cock, and taking it.” He growls, eliciting a primal moan from you as he playfully slaps your ass, entranced by the way it jiggles for him.
“No one would believe me if I told them I fucked The Malfoy princess. How she moaned for a Weasley’s cock. Beggin’ me so sweetly.” He grinned at the thought, making you whine and squeeze further around him.
You didn’t want him to degrade you. But oh, your body certainly did.
“Holy shit—Fred!” You gasp as he hits that spot. He doesn’t acknowledge it though. In fact, he slows down like the teasing shite he is, watching as you whine desperately for him as he completely stills inside of you.
“What is it that you want, eh?” He teasingly inquires. As if he doesn’t know. He wants you to say it.
You try desperately to fuck yourself against him. Your pride still swollen in your chest as you rutted tour hips backwards in search of friction.
Alas, no prevail.
“I-I need it… Fred.” You mumble, chewing on your bottom lip. You pray its enough, but deep down you know it isn’t.
“C’mon sweetheart, you can do better than that. Sing for Freddie.” He maliciously hums, nipping at the back of your ear. You can feel a hand slide up to your hair, gripping it, threatening you.
So, you sing.
“Please! Please, Fred. Need y’to fuck me like you hate me. Like a slut!” You shamefully plead. If your father ever knew you just begged to be fucked like a slut, you would surely be disowned.
But Fred’s dick pulsed inside of you with promise that made it all seem worth the embarrassment.
He laughed as he sped back up, and you knew this time, you were destined to cum.
“Filthy fuckin’ girl. Do anythin’ for my dick, eh?” He rasped as his pace grew unforgiving, building your orgasm. You can feel it in your lower abdomen. You know you won’t last.
“Oh fuck. You’re grippin’ me like a vice. Wanna cum, sweetheart? Call yourself my whore, then i’ll let you.” He demanded. You could practically hear his smirk, and it made your insides flip unnaturally.
A few more thrusts and you were convinced you would die if you didn’t cum. So, you relinquish any sense of control you had left. And, despite yourself, it felt good to submit.
“I-I’m your whore, Fred! Please, lemme cum. M’all yours!” You slurred obscenely. Fred hummed, hitting even deeper inside of you.
His hands wrapped around your body, one gripping your neck, the other covering your mouth.
“Cum for me.”
Thats all it took.
You milked him of everything he had, eliciting a guttural groan from behind you as you let go. Fred fucked you through your orgasm. When you finally finished, he couldn’t take it anymore.
He pulled out, positioned his cock, and came all over your ass.
It was dirty, and shameful. But it certainly felt good. The two of you panted in harmony as you came down from your highs together.
