Thinking about a princess!reader x jester!fredweasley who can’t get enough of his girls pussy.
“Sshhhh, it’s okay, princess- just take a deeeepppp breath.” He whispers into your ear, his cock buried deep in your soaked core as one of his hands holds the side of your beautiful red birthday dress up at your thigh- the thigh of the leg thrown over his waist.
His fingers skilfully circle your puffy red button at a painfully slow pace- they can do so much more than just juggle for royals, that’s for sure.
Your delicate panties lay forgotten at the floor next to the two of you, his polyester pants untied and unzipped at his feet.
“Freddie- anyone could see-” you pant against his skin as you nervously look around- up and down one of the many long, marble, hallways of your castle for a maid or servant- or worse one of your parents. The dinner your mother decided to host for your birthday is still taking place just down the hall- and you just know they’ll notice your disappearance any minute now.
Before your beautiful jester managed to charm and joke his way into your bed, you had never been taken by anyone before. You can imagine the gleeful look on his face the first time he got you alone and you were so tight around him and how pretty you looked with white and red clown makeup stained on your inner thighs.
He kisses down your neck slowly- “They won’t, love. I swear to you.” He mumbles between kisses, black lipstick staining the top of your breasts just above where your dresses neckline is. “I bloody promise-”
He presses harder down on your clit as he begins to slowly reverse hips- then slams them forwards, smirking at the way you let out a small scream and grip harshly onto his shoulders. “Freddie!” You mewl, tilting your head back against the cold wall behind you.
The pleasure is addicting and your trying your hardest not to rock your hips against his faster, desperate for that release you could already feel threatening to snap in your lower tummy.
“Ssssh! You wanna get caught being a slut for the fool?” He mocks as he repeats the action- only harder this time. “Hm?!”
He knows that- if the two of you are caught, he’d be hung for treason. They’d play it off as him forcing himself on you, that the beloved and innocent princess would never give into such..sinful activities.
He knew the truth though.
You’re just a dirty little slut who likes to be dicked by the lower class.
You let out a small whimper. “No!” You whisper, pulling his body closer to yours with your leg and hands, needing him as near to you as possible.
“So shut up.” He snarls against your skin as he bites down on your neck, making you whimper and quickly clasp a hand over your own mouth to quiet yourself.
He begins to thrust slowly into you, grunting at the feeling of you clenching and throbbing around him. “Still so fucking tight.” He mutters as his pace picks up, putting his body entirely against yours, moving his fingers faster against your clit. “Just as tight as the day I ruined you-”
Your eyes roll back and your toes curl inside your heels, all you can feel is his fat tip nudging that spot so far inside you you’ve never quite been able to reach it yourself.
“Fuck, you’re such good girl for Freddie, aren’t you? All mine too, wouldn’t let anyone else touch you, right? You’re mine.” He growls as he smashes his lips against yours, forcing his tongue against yours, his haps flapping against yours faster and harder, turning your brain to jelly.
You moan hopelessly- god you’ll never get enough of him. “I’m yours! Never let anyone touch me- ever!” You whisper against his lips.
You don’t even realise what you’re saying- too blinded by how fucking good he feels inside you, he kisses you again, eyes closing as he looses himself in you. He can never get enough of you, ever.
You’re getting closer..and closer, his fingers circle faster and his dick pulses and twitches inside you- making him move even faster, the sound of wet skin on skin echos down the hall now and anyone paying close enough attention in the main hall would certainly be able to hear you, nevermind the workers going in and out with food and drink.
“Freddie- Freddie! fuck, I’m- gone cum!” Your hips twitch and jerk against his and his fingers on your thigh dig into the material of your dress, pressing into your body-
“Good girl, shit- such a good girl, it’s okay- go on cum for me!” He pants, already feeling himself getting closer at just the sight of your face convulsing in pleasure.
You moan louder at his words and close your eyes, letting your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt as that knot that’s been tightened and tightened by him finally snaps, making you see stars behind your eyelids. “F-fuck-!” You whimper, rocking your hips against his fingers to ride out that red-hot pleasure.
He moans at the feeling of your pretty pussy clamping down on him and he stills against you, dick buried to the hilt as he shoots his sticky, white, ropes of cum inside you..
“Shit.” He puts his head against yours as he breathes heavily, hands stopping their attack on your clit, gently putting your leg on his hip back to the floor.
“Motherfucker, you’re so good for me.” He grabs your panties and shoves them into his chest pocket, letting go of your dress so it falls back around your feet.
“W-wait! Hey- my-” he presses a finger to your lips. “It’s a parting gift. You’ll get them back…eventually.” He smirks and picks up his pants, tying them back to and fixing his belt in its rightful place just above his v-line.
“Oh..I- okay.” You take a deep breath- fixing your hair and adjusting your dress to make sure nobody knows what you were doing out here..
“Happy birthday, beautiful.” You look up and he smirks as he pecks your lips, leaning back and walking towards the hall as if nothing had happened.
…“thanks.” You mumble, panting softly as you scrunch your nose up at the feeling of your mixed liquids spilling down your thighs with nothing to stop it dripping down your legs and the black and white marks on your chest and neck..
He’s left you oh-so messy..
