౨ৎ I could be a better boyfriend than him ౨ৎ
Fred Weasely x F! Reader (G Weasely x F!reader)
𝜗ৎ - George Weasely was an amazing boyfriend, all you could ever dream of. But the thrill you get from sneaking around behind his back is unmatched.
⚠︎- Smut, 18+ MDNI, p in v, cream pie, non protected sex, very quick quickie (during passing period), reader cheating on George with Fred.
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It had been four months of this. Four months of lingering stares, four months of stolen touches and secret hookups. You felt rotten for going behind George's back, he was all you could ever ask for in a boyfriend; he was caring, emotionally intelligent, communicative, handsome. But there was something unbelievably thrilling about going behind his back and fucking his twin brother Fred. Now this was nothing like you, you would never normally cheat on any of your partners. But you wanted them both. Desperately.
Your reltonship with George was still very much healthy and thriving, despite the fact you were fucking his brother. He loved you, and you loved him... and Fred.
What intensified the tension of the situation was the fact George and Fred were your best friends, which meant you were with them all day every day. When George's hand was on your waist, Fred's knee brushed yours under the table, when your fingers entwined with George's, Fred ghosted feather light touches across your hip - smirking that stupid smug smirk that made your blood boil and your arousal stain your underwear. It was like a competition George's didn't even know he was competing in.
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It was passing period, the smell of ink and parchment that had permenatly seeped into the walls of the castle floating through the air as people scurried to their next classes. For you, said next class was potions. George had split off from you to go find Fred about fifteen seconds ago, his orange hair slowing disappearing into the crowd.
Without warning, you felt two hands clamp around your shoulders and pull you into a dark room. You hadn't had time to process what was happening until the door of the broom closet slammed shut, the sounds of a bustling corridor now faded out. You saw Fred Infront of you, hands still on your shoulders and a dark glaze across his eyes.
Looks like you found him before George. Or more like he found you.
"Freddie! Are you insane, you scared me!" You slapped his chest in punctuation to your exclamation, the hit had no bite behind it.
He just smiled at you, his knee slotting between your thighs. "Shhhhh, princess. Atleast I'm getting you out of potions."
You opened your mouth to retaliate, sucking in a breath though your nose, however you didn't have the chance because his mouth was already on yours, kissing you like he was addicted to the taste of your lips. Which he was. You kissed him back without hesitation, your frustration immediately melting away into arousal and desire.
You felt intoxicated from the way his tongue slid into your mouth with such ease, the way your teeth clashed and the way you mouths fit together like puzzle peices. His hands were already sliding under your shirt, fingers ghosting up your ribs and kneeding your breasts through your bra. Your nipples hardened and poked desperately at the lace. You made quick work in pulling off his tie and shirt, discarding them onto the floor.
You pulled back from the kiss to breathe, your breath heavy and panting as your hands slid down his chest, palming the buldge in his trousers. He groaned and it only made you go faster. His hands removed themselves from your breasts and instead made quick work in sliding up your thigh, brushing the wetness that was seeping through your panties. "Fuck, so wet." The words sounded more like a moan than anything.
You were pulling down his trousers and boxers at the same time his fingers hooked under the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down your thighs.
"A quickie In a broom closet? Very original and romantic Fre-" He sunk his length into you before you could finish your sentence, a loud moan slipping past your lips at the sudden sensation. He was big, the same size as George but Fred's cock curved upwards which meant he hit the spot that made your eyes roll back without even trying.
He groaned through clenched teeth, eyes locked intensely onto yours as he gave you time to adjust. "I couldn't wait. I saw the way your lips wrapped around the end of that pen you were chewing on last period and.. - fuck, you're so tight." He wrapped his hands tightly around the back of your thighs and hoisted your legs around his waist, pressing you back against the wall to keep you upright.
Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck as he began to thrust into you, your hands tangling in the orange waves that curled around the nape of his neck. You rolled your hips into his, digging his cock deep Inside your clenching walls, causing your back to arch off the wall.
His hands gripped your ass so tight you thought he might leave bruises. Every time he slammed into you, you both simultaneously let out moans of pleasure. The small cupboard causing the sounds of wet skin on skin to echo and bounce of the walls.
"Oh, right there. Yes! Yes!" The exclamation was muffled by you digging your face into the crook of his neck. He was continuously hitting your G-spot with every thrust. Fred's movements become slightly more jagged and rough when he felt your wall clench, the tightness brinig him close to orgasm.
"Fred, I'm gonna come-"
"Come for me, come for me, baby. I wanna see you make a mess of my dick."
Fred's words drove you over the edge, back arching as you cried out. Your teeth sunk into the senstive skin on his neck to muffle the noises you made. Freds climax filled you, warm cum spilling inside of you as Fred's head fell back, his mouth falling open but he couldn't even bring himself to moan properly, the sound that came out was a strangled, pathetic whine.
When both of your climax's surpassed, you were practically limp against eachother, your legs unwraveled from his waist and you found yourself leaninf back against the wall, arms falling back down to your sides as you caught your breath.
"We've gotta stop doing this, Freddie. Fuck- I feel so bad about it." Your hand came up and grasped your forehead.
"Don't say that, you always say this and you never stop coming back to me." Fred responded, leaning on the opposite wall as you.
You didn't say anything expect from a shake of the head. You pulled your underwear back up your legs, pulling down your skirt. Fred pulled up his trousers and boxers, buttoned up his shirt and went to go pick up his tie from the floor but you beat him to it. You stood up straight and looked him directly in the eye as you tied his gryffindor tie around his neck.
"Fuck you." There was no malice behind your words.
"Love you too, princess. Now go out there and pretend like you're in love with my brother."
"I am in love with George. It's just... You're pretty nice to have around too." You kissed him on the cheek before leaving, the cupboard door slamming shut behind you.
Fred lingered in the cupboard for a few minutes, smiling to himself like an idiot in love.
"You're pretty nice too, princess." He whispered to himself before walking off to class.
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