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Can you please do a Fred Weasley x f reader (slytherin) enemies, they get detention because the reader snitched on him and the teacher ( Snape) thought she was in on the prank. They have to clean the locker rooms of quidditch, they start arguing and it gets very heated and then smut, they do it in the shower but in the locker room also, and maybe they go do more in one of their rooms; the reader has a spanking and praising kink that shocks Fred. I really love your writing, and the story’s that you recently wrote with Fred are amazing!!

Thanks🤍

DETENTION / FRED WEASLEY

Warnings- Smut (18+), p in v, fingering, spanking, a bit of oral, mentions of sex , praise kink, pet names- good girl ofc :P

Word count- 2.9K

A/N- Thank you so much for your request!!! Sorry it took me a while I was super busy but I’m getting back into writing so I’ll be sure to answer more soon!! Keep sending them in I love these ideas this was much fun to write and I put more effort into it I really am trying to make my writing better so I hope you love this one aswell <3

maybe a part 2 if you guys like this

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“You’ve got to be joking.” Fred’s voice bounced off the stone walls as the heavy door to the Quidditch locker rooms slammed shut behind the two of you.

Professor Snape’s final words still rang in your ears.

“Every inch of these changing rooms will be spotless by the time I return. If I find so much as a speck of dust…”

You threw the bucket onto one of the wooden benches with more force than necessary. Of course you had to get detention again with non other than Fred Weasley of all people.

“You should’ve thought about that before setting off a portable swamp in the corridor.” you huffed annoying not even wanting to look at him

Fred laughed bitterly in return. “Oh, that’s rich coming from the one who ran straight to Snape.”

“I didn’t run to Snape.”

“You practically did.” Fred took a large step towards you his anger getting to the better of him.

“I answered his question.” your eyebrows raised as you focused on soaking a sponge in the bucket of soapy water. Of course Snape would force you to clean the Muggle way.

“You snitched. Should’ve known, your a slytherin after all”

You spun to face him, arms folded across your chest. “I wasn’t about to take the blame for your idiotic prank.”

“You took the blame anyway.” His hands gestured towards you

“Because apparently I’m guilty by association.” At least that’s what Snape claimed. Wasn’t he supposed to stick with his own house? You did nothing wrong, in fact you did the right thing and somehow you still ended up getting blamed.

In truth you and Snape didn’t get along,it seemed you didn’t get along with a lot of people actually, but Snape only held a grudge because of previous conflict with your family.

Being from one of the 28 pure blood families in the magic world should’ve made your life easier but it never did. Expectations were too high and people thought too low of you, which included Fred, he always seemed to go against you even though he was one as well. This is why you were in detention now.

However it was starting to happen more frequently than before, this being the 3rd detention you’ve had with him in the past week. What in Merlin’s world was his problem.

“Maybe he thought you should spend time with a smart individual some more.” Fred teased

You scoffed.

Fred grabbed a broom from the corner and started sweeping with exaggerated force. He’s clearly never done this properly before.

“You’re unbelievable.” He added on just to spite you. Every detention he would add these comments and you knew it was only to fuel the fire between you more. He liked it, sometimes even too much.

“I’m unbelievable?” you shot back. “You’re the one who thinks turning the fifth-floor corridor into a swamp is funny.”

“It was funny. Very funny actually” smiling proudly to himself

You frowned at him dumbfounded “It flooded three classrooms. Three!!”

“Worth it.” A stupid grin played on his lips

You snatched the broom from his hands. “Would you take this seriously for five minutes?”

He stepped closer, glaring. “I would if I wasn’t stuck in here because someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut.”

“And I’d be in my room if someone wasn’t constantly causing trouble.”

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

The only sound was the distant howl of wind outside and the bucket of water slowly dripping onto the stone floor. This was a typical interaction between you and Fred, you could never see eye to eye and today was just another reason to hate him even more.

Finally, Fred let out a sharp huff and reached for another mop.

“Fine,” he muttered. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Glad we agree on something.”

“Don’t push it.”

You rolled your eyes, dunking the mop into the bucket before choosing to use a sponge to clean the benches instead.

The silence that followed was tense enough to make the room feel even colder than before. Neither of you spoke, but every accidental bump of shoulders, every irritated glance, and every sarcastic sigh made it clear that the detention was going to feel much longer than the two hours Snape had assigned.

However, the silence did not last for long. Fred kept on making comments and critiquing you for absolutely no reason. “You missed a spot there.” And you thought it best to ignore him which he clearly did not appreciate.

After a while though Fred moved onto cleaning the showers which finally gave you two some sort of separation, you focused more on the benches.

“Can you come here for a sec?” His voice echoed in the space and his dumb question made you roll your eyes once more.

“What for?” you huffed

“Just get over here.”

With an exaggerated sigh, you dropped the sponge back into the bucket and made your way towards the showers. Fred was standing with his arms folded, staring at one of the shower heads, completely shielding what he was looking at.

“Well?” you asked impatiently.

He pointed to the tap. “It’s stuck.”

You blinked. “You called me over… because a tap’s stuck?”

Fred turned around to face you “Try it, I’m telling you it won’t budge. Then the first thing we know Snape will blame us for breaking it”

Stepping into the shower next to him you rolled your eyes as you complained “I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave. Apparently not brave enough to turn a tap.”

He shot you an unimpressed look before stepping aside. “Go on then.”

Muttering under your breath, you grabbed the metal handle and twisted. It didn’t budge. It was like the metal had completely solidified.

“…It’s jammed,” you admitted.

Fred smirked. “Funny, that.”

You planted both hands on the tap and gave it another firm twist. At first it didn’t want to move at all until you pulled at the right angle and It gave way all at once.

A freezing stream of water burst from the shower head, exploding everywhere and spraying both of you before either had the chance to move.

You gasped, slightly stumbling backwards as icy water soaked through your clothes and Fred’s.

Fred spluttered, shielding his face with one arm.

“Brilliant!” he shouted over the rushing water. “Nice one!”

“Me?” you snapped, trying to reach the tap again. “You’re the one who told me to do it!”

However before you could reach the tap to turn it off Fred’s hand clasped over yours stopping you from doing so. At the same time his other arm wrapped around your waist pulling you back into the steam of the water as his laugh evaded your space.

“Fred!! Let me go for Merlin’s sake.” You pushed against his chest trying to force him off but he only laughed harder. The water continued to soak through your clothes as you finally managed to pull your hand free from his, you lunged for the tap again, twisting it until it groaned shut.

The rush of water died away, leaving only the sound of droplets hitting the tiled floor beneath you. You pulled away from Fred almost instantly, taking a hurried step back as though the space between you had suddenly become far too small. Your heart was beating much faster than it had any right to, and you blamed it entirely on the ridiculous situation you’d found yourselves in. Refusing to meet his eyes, you busied yourself with pushing your soaked hair away from your face, hoping he hadn’t noticed how unusually flustered you looked from being so close to him.

Both of you stood there dripping in silence.

Fred glanced down at the puddle forming around your feet and let out an exaggerated sigh. “Snape is going to love this.”

You followed his gaze, then looked around at the soaking-wet changing room “Congratulations,” you muttered. “You’ve somehow made detention even worse.”

You expected another sarcastic comment from Fred, another smug remark about how it was actually your fault not his. But when nothing came, the silence felt… strange.

Frowning, you finally looked up.

But Fred wasn’t looking at your face.

His gaze had dropped, his usual cocky expression replaced by something you couldn’t quite read. The tips of his ears had turned a noticeable shade of pink, his jaw slightly slack as though he’d forgotten how to form a sentence.

Confused, you followed his line of sight and looked down.

Your stomach dropped.

The water had left your white shirt completely soaked through, the fabric now clinging to your skin. Beneath it, the deep crimson of your bra was unmistakably visible, along with far more of your figure than you had ever intended anyone especially Fred to see.

Heat rushed to your cheeks despite the cold water still dripping from your clothes.

Instinctively, you folded your arms across your chest, taking another slow step back as you hit the wall of the shower.

Fred snapped himself out of it almost immediately, dragging a hand through his damp ginger hair and face before forcing his eyes to meet yours.

“I—” He cleared his throat, looking back up at your face. “I wasn’t—”

“You were,” you interrupted, offering a nervous laugh as heat flooded your face. You should leave the shower, find something to cover up with properly but the way Fred was looking at you was kind of intoxicating, so you froze.

“I know.”

The usual confidence in his voice had vanished for a moment replaced by an awkwardness you’d never heard from him before. For a long, painfully quiet moment, neither of you spoke and instead just stared at each other.

But suddenly It was like all the confidence had returned to Fred as his jaw clenched and he took a brave step towards you slowly, making you break the eye contact for a moment with a deep breath.

Another step forward.

“You don’t have to cover yourself.” Fred’s voice had lost its usual playful edge. It was quieter now, almost tentative. His eyes stayed fixed on yours, darker than before, searching your expression instead of looking anywhere else. It was starting to feel more and more like you couldn’t breathe.

He closed what little distance remained between you until you could feel the warmth radiating from his still damp clothes. Your pulse hammered in your ears, making it almost impossible to think straight.

“Fred…” you breathed, though whether it was a warning or a question, you weren’t entirely sure.

He lifted one hand, resting it against the tiled wall beside your head. A second later, his other hand found the wall on your opposite side, boxing you in without actually touching you. There was still enough room for you to slip away if you wanted to, but neither of you moved. You daringly decided to look up at him, returning his gaze.

His crooked grin softened into something almost unreadable. “I’ve always thought you looked beautiful in red.”

Your eyes widened at the confession, heat pooling at your cheeks and lower belly

“You know,” he murmured, “for someone who’s always got a lot to say…”

His mouth travelled to your ear, whispering. “…you’re awfully quiet.”

Your throat suddenly felt dry. “Maybe I’m just trying to figure out what game you’re playing.”

A quiet chuckle escaped him. “For once?” His head moved back to look at you, his face so close his warm breath lingered on your lips.“Believe me I’m not playing one.”

Fred leaned in quickly, fully closing the gap between you. Your eyes widened. He grabbed your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks, as he crashed his mouth against yours.

The kiss was brutal, all teeth and tongue and desperation. He bit your lower lip, drawing a small whimper from your throat. Fred’s hand moved from the wall to your neck, fingers wrapping around it but not tight enough to hurt

You melted against him unexpectedly , hands coming up to clutch his soaked shirt and tangle in his hair. You wanted this, but hated yourself for wanting it, after all this was Fred Weasley. But now that it was happening you couldn’t get enough of him.

His tongue dominated yours in a surprising way, exploring every corner of your mouth as if he owned it, groaning loudly.

A noise from outside the changing room made you both freeze. “Someone might hear us” you whispered into his mouth

Fred’s eyes widen slightly before he reached back and turned the shower back on full blast. The sound of pounding water filled the air, masking your sounds.

You gasp as he pushes into you deeper, making you feel more of him.

He decided to spin you around, pressing your front against the tiled wall. The tiles are cold and unforgiving against your tits. His hands roam over the crook of your back, down to your ass, squeezing hard.

"You like this, don't you?" he whispers in your ear, his voice barely audible over the running water. "Like me manhandling you in here where anyone could walk in."

You didn’t know what possessed you but you nodded frantically, pushing back against his hand on your ass. His fingers slipped between your legs from behind, finding your clit through your panties under your skirt making you whimper. The fabric is soaked, clinging to your core.

“Didn’t know you could want me this much," he murmurs, his fingers working your clit in tight circles. He hooked his fingers into your panties, finally pulling them down. The fabric caught onto your ankle before he kicked them away

His fingers returned to your pussy, sliding easily between you. You really were already dripping, how did Fred do this so easily? He teased your entrance making you gasp, circling it with his fingertip but never entering.

"Please," you whimper, pressing back against his hand.

"Please what?" He brought his other hand down in a sharp slap against your ass cheek. The sound echoed even over the water. "Use your words"

"Please touch me," you begged, arching your back. "Please, Fred"

"Good girl," he praises, and finally slides two fingers inside you. His thumb starts working against you as his fingers pump in and out. The water continues to stream over you both, making everything slick and urgent. He added a third finger, stretching, making you cry out.

“Quiet. Do you really want Snape to catch us?”

His free hand came down again, another sharp slap on your other ass cheek.

He continues this pattern of fucking you with his fingers while spanking aswell , making you count each one in your head. Your legs start to shake, the pleasure building to an unbearable break. Just as you feel yourself coming to your high, he pulls his fingers away forcing a whimper out of you.

"Not yet," he says, spinning you around to face him. “You’re doing so well but I need to feel you.” His eyes are dark with lust, ginger hair plastered to his forehead. Fred fumbles with his belt, his wet fingers making it difficult. You reach down to help him, hands brushing against his hard cock through his trousers as Fred stares up at you entranced.

Finally, his pants are open and he pushes them down. His cock springs free long and thick. He kicks his jeans aside and grabs your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist.

"Look at me," he commands, positioning himself at your entrance. "I want to see your face when I fuck you."

He pushes in slowly, stretching you inch by inch. Your head falls back against the cold tiles, a moan tearing from your throat. He is big, bigger than you expected, and the burn mixed with pleasure

"That's it," he groans, burying himself to the hilt. "Take all of me. Such a good girl, taking my cock so well." You never thought you’d hear Fred say such filthy things to you, but now that you have you wanted him to keep talking.

He started moving, slow at first, but he got faster quickly wanting to feel more of you. The water rushed down on you as he pounded into you, each thrust driving you harder against the wall. His hands gripped your ass, holding you in place as he fucked you relentlessly.

"Touch yourself," he orders. "I want to feel you cum on my dick."

Your hand slid between your bodies, finding your clit rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

Fred leaned down, capturing your mouth in his again. He bites down gently, earning another moan from you.

"Fred" you cry out, your high crashing over you as your pussy clenches around him, milking his cock as waves of pleasure wracked your entire body.

"Fuck," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. He pulls out suddenly. "On your knees."

You sink down onto the shower floor, the water streaming over your back. Fred stands over you, his cock glistening. He wraps his hand around it, stroking fast whilst his other hand reaches to turn off the shower wanting to see you properly.

"Open your mouth," he pants. "Stick out your tongue."

You do as he says, and a moment later, his hot load splashes across your face and tongue. You decide to swallow what lands in your mouth, the rest dripping down your chin. Fred continues stroking his tip on your tongue until he is empty, then leans against the wall, breathing heavily.

For a moment, the only sound is the heavy breathing from both of you, then Fred reaches down to help you up slowly, his hand reaching up to clean your mouth. “We really need to clean up before Snape comes back in here,” his finger lingers on your bottom lip “But I’m definitely not done with you yet.”

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