Let me touch you
Fred Weasley x fem! reader!
Summary: Menace Fred, an absolute tease, fucking with you throughout the day, but you get your revenge.
Warnings: swearing, teasing, smut, restraints, masturbation, oral (fem recieving), multiple orgasms, penetrative sex
Word count: 3,432
Fred had been positively insufferable throughout the day.
You had just sat down for breakfast at the Gryffindor table, reaching for a piece of toast when you felt a hand on your knee. You shivered at the feeling, knowing exactly whose hand it was. You sat back down on your seat, shooting Fred a look. He smiled innocently, shrugging as he told George about a dream he had last night — while slowly snaking his hand further and further up your thigh. You knew then that you were in for a hell of a day.
The next stunt he pulled was in Potions class. You had been tasked by Slughorn to make Draught of Living Death, an advanced potion that only a few managed to crack. As you added the final ingredient — sopophorous bean juice — and began stirring it anti-clockwise, you felt a soft breath on the back of your neck as Fred leaned in.
“The things I would do to you right now if no one else was in the room… bent over this desk, taking it like the good girl you are.” He whispered, pulling away and smirking as you fumbled with the stirring spoon, causing you to mess up the mixing pattern and ruin the potion. You glared at him, smacking him across the arm as he laughed.
His newest and absolutely devilish form of torture was charming origami cranes to fly to your desk. Seemed innocent enough… too innocent. As you opened the crane, there was a very detailed drawing that he had done of all the dirty things he wanted to do to you. The detail of every drawing caused you to clench your thighs together — desperate for any type of friction.
By the time dinner rolled around, Fred tried his antics again. Sliding his hand up your thigh with an innocent smile on his face as he talked Quidditch tactics with Oliver. You were losing it — planning your revenge in your head, and Godric, was it going to be sweet.
You allowed for Fred to get his fill, prying your legs open and ghosting your heat with his fingers lightly. You smiled up at his shit-eating grin when you shivered. Gave him the best possible bedroom eyes you could muster up.
You wanna play that game? Let’s play it.
After dinner, you all headed to the Gryffindor common room. Fred originally planned to sit with you on the couch with a blanket over the two of you so he could continue his antics, but you had different plans. You bid everyone a good night, claiming to have a headache, and dragged Fred up to your dorm room.
You thanked Godric that seventh-years were given their own separate rooms as you burst through your door, slamming it shut and locking it behind the two of you. Fred had that same mischievous smirk plastered on his face.
“Eager, are we?” he said, snaking his hands up your waist — but you smacked them away. He looked at you with a confused expression as you stared up at him through your lashes. He could tell by the look in your eyes that you were horny, desperate — and he wondered why you didn’t melt into his touch like usual.
“You have been a real menace today, Fred,” you said slowly, walking toward him. He backed away until he bumped into a chair that was placed conveniently right in front of your bed.
“Sit.” You commanded, and against Fred’s better judgement, he obeyed, his mouth going dry. He had never seen you like this — so in control, so dominant — and Merlin, did he like it.
“You think you’re so funny... so cute, messing with me all day?” you asked as you slowly unbuttoned your blouse. “Running your hand up my thigh, whispering dirty things in my ear?” you said, slowly pulling your blouse off your shoulders. You were — coincidentally — wearing his favourite bra. A dark green lacy bra that hugged your curves in just the right way. His hands flew up to touch, but you smacked them away again.
“Keep your hands to yourself, Weasley,” you said, cocking your eyebrow as he groaned, asking why.
“You really think you can toy around with me all day and not suffer the consequences?” you asked, and he swallowed thickly. His eyes widened at what you meant, curious to see just how you would exact your revenge.
“No, no, you don’t get to walk away from that scot-free,” you said, flicking your wand. Two strong ribbons appeared out of thin air, snaking around his wrists and holding them tight to the arms of the chair. Fred sucked in a deep breath, eyebrows furrowing as he attempted to shake himself free from the restraints.
“You wouldn’t,” he said — but you only laughed.
“Oh, but I will,” you muttered.
You sat on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs just enough to give him a full view. He groaned at the sight, your panties on full display. You kept your skirt on, knowing exactly how much he liked that. He watched, transfixed. You slowly peeled off your panties and tossed them at his feet—soaked, from hours of teasing. His groan deepened when you lifted your leg, showing him everything.
Fred looked wrecked already—messy hair, a tent in his trousers, and that look in his eyes. That desperate, hungry look that made you feel powerful.
He practically whimpered — the tent in his pants growing more and more as he took in your appearance. Tousled hair from the day, your green bra, your school skirt and shoes, those thigh-high socks that drove him insane, and that look in your eye. That desperate, hungry look that made him weak in the knees — though he’d never admit it.
“Please,” he whispered, leaning forward as far as he could go — though you only laughed.
You dragged your hand slowly up your thigh toward your heat. “You don’t know how horny you had me today, Freddie. How desperate I was to touch myself,” you moaned out. Your fingers ghosted over your clit, causing you to let out a soft whimper. He shivered at the sound. Using two fingers, you spread your pussy open, giving him a full view of how wet you truly were.
“See how wet you made me, Freddie? With only words and soft touches?” you said. Fred was unable to peel his eyes off of you — his desperation and horniness making it impossible to.
“You want me to touch myself?” you asked, tilting your head to the side.
Fred responded quickly, nodding eagerly at the thought.
“Words, love,” you instructed — and he let out another soft whimper.
“Yes... need you to,” he said, his desperation growing more and more unbearable.
You smirked, giving him the best bedroom eyes you possibly could. “Good boy,” you moaned as you plunged two fingers into your aching cunt. Your free hand flew to grip the bedpost for support as you finally got the relief you’d craved all day.
“Merlin, help me,” Fred mumbled as he watched you get yourself off. He watched as you threw your head back in pleasure, finger-fucking yourself as he sat there unable to move. He thrashed against the restraint, desperate to get his hands on you. He debated mumbling a counter-charm and freeing himself, but he knew he would be in deeper shit if he even tried it.
You adjusted your position, spreading your legs wider — allowing yourself a whole other angle. You borderline screamed as you hit your g-spot with perfect accuracy, throwing your head back and arching into your fingers. You grinded against your own hand.
“Ahh! Fuck, Freddie~” you moaned out as you curled your fingers into yourself.
“Fucking hell,” Fred breathed out as he watched you intently — every single moment burning into his mind. His hips bucked up, grinding onto nothing as he desperately chased any type of friction — relief.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned as he grinded the air.
“Fuck— mhmm~ Freddie, I’m so close,” you moaned as you chased your high. Fred whimpered at your sounds — the little moans and whines.
“Wanna touch you so bad, my love — want to show you how badly I need you, need to be inside you more than I need air,” he groaned, watching as your eyes shut tight.
You moaned at his words as you came undone. Waves of pleasure rolled through your body as you rode yourself out of your high. You were practically screaming as you came, covering your fingers in your cum.
If it were possible, Fred truly believed he could’ve cum right then and there, just at the mere sight of you finishing all over your own hands. You were still moaning as your orgasm passed, gripping onto the bedpost hard for any type of balance.
You whimpered as you removed your fingers from your hole. You finally looked at Fred. He looked a mess. His hair was messy from trying to free himself from the restraints, the tent in his pants was hard to miss, and he had an incredibly needy and desperate look in his eyes — his eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted. He looked breathless and absolutely gorgeous.
“Please— please, let me touch you, my love. Need to feel you,” he begged — and how could you say no?
With the snap of your fingers, the restraints disappeared. He was quick, scrambling off of his chair and dropping to his knees in front of you. He looked hungry — but like the good boy he was, he waited for your okay.
He gave you a look — a pleading look — his eyes wet with need and desperation. You nearly moaned at the sight of him. You’d never been this in control, this powerful — and having Fred so needy and obedient below you felt like you had taken down a lion with your bare hands.
You smirked, lifting his chin with your clean hand. He stared up at you like he was starved, like he needed to taste you more than he needed to breathe.
“Open,” you instructed — and he obeyed without hesitation. He moaned as you slipped your fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. He rolled his eyes back as he finally got to taste you — greedy for every last drop.
You removed your fingers with a pop. He hesitantly dragged his hands up your leg and toward your thigh, worried that you’d smack his hands away for a third time — but luckily for him, you hadn’t. You nodded for him to continue, silently giving him the permission he needed.
He squeezed your thigh, kissing and nipping at your skin with precision as he grew closer and closer to your dripping cunt. You still had cum leaking out of your hole, and he was desperate to lap it all up.
“May I?” he asked gently, his voice low.
“Since you have such good manners—” was all you managed to get out before Fred attacked your aching clit. You were still sensitive from your first orgasm, and the sensation of his warm tongue devouring you was truly mind-blowing.
Fred lapped up every drop of cum left like it was the last thing he’d ever taste — and honestly, he wouldn’t mind if it was. You were gripping the sheets as he sucked and licked at your sensitive bud. Your hips were grinding against him, and he loved it. He hummed against you, sending a new wave of pleasure through your body.
Fred knew exactly how you liked it — understood your body better than anyone in the world ever could. He knew that snaking his hands up your waist drove you insane, that rolling your nipple between his fingers gently helped you get closer to release — so he wasted no time, reaching behind you and unhooking your bra without even needing to look.
He knew you liked a mix of gentle and rough — so as you bucked your hips against his tongue, signalling you were teetering on the edge, he switched to gentle, pulling back slightly and flicking your clit with his tongue.
He knew you so well that he knew you would grip onto his hair for balance — and that you did. Your head threw back as you let out a moan, your hands tangling themselves in his hair.
“Fuck— Merlin, Freddie, I’m gonna cum again—” you groaned as your second high approached. Fred was quick — his pointer finger pushing into you and curling just the way you liked it. You threw your head back, arching into his touch as you pulled at his messy hair.
“Right there! Oh— fuck! Ahhh!” It hit you hard. Unimaginable, unstoppable, indescribable. Your hips jerked against him, grinding against his face with a different type of need. Fred, naturally, licked you clean — as if he craved your cum. You were a breathless mess by the time your orgasm subsided, gripping onto Fred’s shoulders to keep yourself balanced as your legs shook.
“Did so good, love, thank you,” he said as he stood, placing a kiss on your forehead. “You think you can handle one more?” he asked, his voice soft and non-forceful.
You nodded, reaching down and unzipping his pants. He smirked, unbuttoning his blouse and pulling it off. His toned body flexed with need — he was coated in a thin layer of sweat from watching you get off. His bulge was prominent, stiff — harder than you’d ever seen him. Your mouth watered as he pulled down his boxers.
His dick sprung free, hitting him on his abdomen with a soft thud. His tip was red and angry, having had spent the better part of an hour neglected.
He shuddered as you reached down to stroke his cock, pumping it slowly in your hands. He threw his head back as he thrust his hips into your hand.
“Need to be in you, my love,” he said, lifting your chin so you looked up at him. You smiled an innocent smile — though it was laced in sin.
He smirked, knowing the look in your eyes, as he got on top of you, kissing you slowly and passionately. He felt like he hadn’t kissed you in years. His lips yearned for yours — and to finally be able to kiss you after the torturous hour he had been subjected to, it was like heaven.
He pulled away, his lips swollen and red as he reached down, coating his tip in your slick. You bit your lip in anticipation — and then his eyes met yours. Your eyes were wide and desperate and it made him melt.
Slowly, he pushed himself inside of you, making sure not to give you too much at once.
You both moaned lightly at the sensation — your eyes fluttering closed as he inched his way inside you. He was soft and gentle, like if he had gone quicker, you would’ve snapped in half.
You winced as he pushed himself in a little further, and he stopped for a second, searching your eyes for any sign of discomfort. After a moment, you nodded — and he pushed himself further.
“Good girl, doing so good for me... nearly there, love, just one more push,” he cooed, pressing his forehead against yours.
You nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as you waited for him to bottom out.
“Look at me, love. I want to watch you as you take all of me,” he whispered low, smiling as you obeyed.
You stared into his eyes through your lashes — and he stared back. With one final push, you tucked your lip behind your teeth as he filled you up, letting out a soft moan as you gripped onto his shoulders.
He waited a couple of beats before he started moving — first starting off nice and slow, before getting faster and harder.
The sound of moans and skin against skin filled the room as he pounded into you — his thrusts hard and relentless. You were digging your nails into his skin as he dipped his head, kissing and sucking on your neck, marking you.
“That’s it, sweet girl, taking me so good,” he cooed into your neck as you moaned loudly. He pulled back, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder — hitting a new angle with perfect accuracy. You clawed at his back as he fucked you, at a loss for words and unable to do anything but moan and scream.
You were clenching around him, and you knew you were close.
“Fuck— feels so good,” he groaned. He used his thumb to rub your clit in tight circles — and you lost it instantly, screaming his name as you came for the third time.
“Oh GODRIC! FUCK! YES!” you screamed, writhing in pleasure as Fred continued to pound into you. Your orgasm lasted for what felt like 30 seconds — and it wasn’t helping that Fred was still pounding into you at the same pace as before.
Your forehead beaded with sweat as you managed to relax. Fred stroked your cheek as he kept fucking you.
“You did so good, love, just a little longer — I’m nearly there,” he cooed, gently patting your hair out of your face and cupping your cheek. “Merlin... you’re perfect,” he whispered, kissing you lightly as he thrusted into you.
You didn’t know how this happened — didn’t even know it was humanly possible — but you felt yourself reaching yet another orgasm, and at this point, you’d lost count.
Your eyes rolled back into your head, your mouth falling open — but your moans got caught in your throat.
Fred, who was tipping over the edge of his own release, decided he wanted to make you cum one more time before he let go himself.
Repeating his actions from before, just with a lighter hand, he rubbed your clit in tight, slick circles — never once slowing the ruthless pace of his thrusts.
“C’mon, baby,” he panted, his voice thick with lust. “Cum for me — I know you’ve got one more in y—”
You didn’t even let him finish.
Your body seized around him, and then it hit you — violent, overwhelming. Your orgasm tore through you with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs. A cry ripped from your throat as a sudden gush burst out of you, soaking everything — his cock, his thighs, the sheets beneath you.
Fred froze, buried to the hilt, eyes blown wide as he felt it.
“...Fucking hell,” he breathed, half-shocked, half-feral. Then, as if it lit something inside him, he growled, pulling back just to slam into you harder — like he was chasing the feeling again.
“You squirted all over me, baby. Shit — look at you. So fucking wet for me.”
You whimpered — barely coherent, overstimulated and soaked — but he didn’t let up. Not yet.
“You’re incredible... so fucking beautiful... Merlin, I’m so lucky,” he said as he continued to fuck into you. His thrusts grew sloppy as he came close to his release, and with one final thrust, he came inside you — coating your walls with his thick cum.
You moaned at the sensation — your legs still shaking from your last orgasm.
You were completely fucked out — your body tired and eyes heavy. Fred, being the gentleman he is, got a warm cloth from the bathroom to clean you up and help ease your body. With a wave of his wand, the sheets beneath you were no longer wet with your orgasm — instead replaced by new, clean ones.
Your eyes were basically closed when he joined you in bed, pulling your throw blanket over the two of you, as it was too hot for the duvet. He pulled you into his chest, holding you tight as he peppered your face with kisses.
“Merlin — that was fucking brilliant,” he sighed, kissing you softly on the lips. “Maybe I should tease you more often,” he joked, laughing as you half-heartedly smacked his chest.
“Don’t push it, Weasley.”
Thank you for reading! Hoped you enjoyed and please do feel free to give feedback and even requests if you feel so inclined! I'm really hoping to start writing again as it is a hobby I feel I lost (if you can't tell with my last post being from like 2 years ago lmao)
As of right now, I am mainly writing for Harry Potter characters and am currently working on a full Fred Weasley x Lupin!OC! fanfiction if that's something you would like to see!
