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domjaehyun · 2 months ago

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there's a stranger in my house (l.jn)

PAIRING. lee jeno x fem!reader

GENRE. thriller, smut

CONTENTS. major character death, seriously dubious consent that turns noncon (please believe me when i say this), spitting, unprotected sex, fear play, oral (fem receiving), anal play, degradation, praise, biting, marking, ass smacking, mirror sex, non-consensual filming, choking, hair pulling (receiving), manhandling/strength kink, some role play

WORD COUNT. 3.8k

SUMMARY. something’s not quite right about jeno, and you’re not sure what it is.

PLAYLIST. stranger in my house - tamia

NOTES. hiii well. i can’t explain myself. important context is the movie “us” by jordan peele but if you haven’t seen it, i try to explain without explaining. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. happy birthday to my dear dear dear friend @renjunfocus!! i hope you all like it and don’t come tell me if you didn’t 💖 but if you enjoyed it, by all means let me know!

“Jeno, please be safe tonight.” you say worriedly as he adjusts his costume in the mirror. “Halloween is scary; people are always doing something fucked up.”

“I’ll be as safe as possible, baby.” Jeno assures you, turning to face you with that crescent-eyed smile you love. “Plus, I’m literally dressed as a cop; they might think it’s real.”

“True,” you hum, nibbling your bottom lip worriedly as you take in his appearance. “You look really… really good, Jeno.”

“Oh, yeah? Can I get a kiss for looking this good?” he asks hopefully, and you smile, leaning in to kiss him sweetly on the lips, Jeno chasing after you as you pull back.

“There’s more where that came from when you get back home.” you promise, and he gives you a cute frown before straightening back up and smoothing out his costume one last time.

He pulls you into a hug as he always does before he leaves and when he comes back, and you breathe in deeply, his comforting scent of peppermint body wash, a soft musk, and baby powder enveloping you.

He presses a kiss to the side of your head and slowly retracts from you, a hint of reluctance in his movements.

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours,” he bids you goodbye, blowing you a kiss before exiting your bedroom and, you deduce when the front door shuts, your apartment.

You decide to get cozy in bed and wait for him to come home while you read a book you’ve been neglecting recently, but it’s only about thirty pages in before your eyelids start to droop and you find yourself curling up under your covers and drifting off to sleep.

When you wake up, it’s with a start, sitting straight up in bed when you hear the front door shut roughly. You wait for Jeno to make his way into your room, surprise and confusion filling you when he appears and—

“You changed your costume.” you point out, and he looks down at it as if he’s forgotten.

“Some girl spilled her drink on me at the party, so Jaemin loaned me his spare costume.” Jeno answers with a shrug, and you nod.

“It’s hot,” you admit with a grin.

He chuckles as he draws closer to you. “Oh, yeah?”

You nod encouragingly. “The robber thing is kind of a 180 from the police officer, but it’s really hot… kinda makes me a little flustered.”

“Oh, really?” he teases, and you nod again, slower this time.

“The ski mask is a good touch; kinda scary, too.” you compliment, and his gaze darkens as he looks down at you.

“Are you scared, then, baby?” he questions, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “Hm? The big, scary robber’s making you nervous?”

“Oh, yes, mister robber, sir, please! You can take all my money, just please don’t hurt me!” you plead, clasping your hands together and blinking up at him through your lashes.

“It’s not money I want, sweet girl,” Jeno growls through his ski mask, his voice muffled but still so convincing and deeply unsettling that you feel apprehension creeping up on the back of your neck. “Sit on the windowsill,” he grunts, jerking his chin towards the bay window beside your bed, and you climb to your feet, obediently moving to sit at the edge of the windowsill. The seat is cold on the backs of your thighs, making you wince slightly, and you find yourself drawing back in fear as Jeno stalks towards you and stands before you, practically looming menacingly over you.

He slams his hands down on either side of you loudly and suddenly, making you yelp in panic. “Relax,” he purrs, lowering himself so he’s eye level with you. “So pretty,” he rasps, tilting his head to the side as he watches you, but the compliment fails to warm your cheeks the way it usually does, because this time, it sounds… foreign and unfamiliar to you. It’s a type of observation Jeno’s never demonstrated before, your loving boyfriend usually eyeing you with adoration, love, or fondness in his eyes. Tonight, it’s different. It’s almost… sadistic in its fascination, as if the flashes of fear behind your eyes are fueling him somewhat.

You’re so focused on decoding the entirely unsettling look Jeno’s giving you that you don’t notice one of his hands sneaking up behind your back until his fingers are looping in the locks at the base of your neck and tugging your head back roughly. His eyes darken at the flash of panic and pain across your face before he’s ripping the ski mask off and practically smashing his mouth against yours, kissing you more ferociously than he ever has before. He’s all sharp teeth and forceful tongue, the wet, thick muscle bullying its way into your mouth as you whimper for mercy. His tongue swirls around the inside of your mouth possessively, coating every last bit of it with his saliva like he’s marking his territory.

He pulls back slightly before spitting directly into your mouth just as you go to gasp for air. You promptly choke on his saliva, coughing and spluttering pathetically as tears spring to your eyes. You’ve barely recovered before Jeno stuffs two fingers into your mouth, parting them in a V so your lips are stretched horizontally, and he wags his tongue lewdly in the open space of your parted lips, licking against your tongue with long strokes punctuated by guttural grunts of delight.

He spits once more, a long drop of saliva landing on your tongue, and you whimper in protest, shaking your head in refusal.

He cups your chin in his hand with a firm, almost too tight grip, staring you down challengingly. “Swallow it. Take my spit in your mouth like the good little slut you are.”

You blink back tears of confusion and hurt as you do just that, swallowing his spit, and he smiles, pleased as he pats your cheek roughly.

“Good.” he grunts, releasing you and knocking your legs apart with two quick slaps to your inner thighs. He drops to his knees between your thighs and yanks the straps of your satin nightie off your shoulders, tugging the fabric down to reveal your bare breasts. He pinches at one nipple, twisting until you squirm away from his touch. He latches onto your neck, biting roughly and sucking harshly and working his way downward until marks are blooming all over your sensitive, buzzing skin.

When he gets to your breast, he looks up at you, studying your reaction when he sucks as much of your breast into his mouth as he can fit. You hiss in surprise and move to push him back slightly, finding yourself overwhelmed by the intense sensations, but he snatches your hands out of the way, linking them together in his larger one before trapping your hands between your legs. He sucks on your nipples roughly, rapidly flicking his tongue over the buds and even nipping at them every once in a while, and you can’t tell if you want to moan or cry.

After what feels like ages of inner turmoil, he releases your breasts from his greedy clutches, your nipple slipping from his lips with a loud, wet, pop sound. He leaves a trail of bite marks down from the underside of your breast to your stomach, where he sinks his teeth into your flesh so roughly that you fear he’s aiming to draw blood. He pulls back when there’s a clear indentation of his teeth on you, marks that are sure to bruise, and spreads your legs as wide as they’ll go.

“Been dying to taste this pussy,” he grunts under his breath, and you swallow thickly, watching him warily as he drags his tongue up your folds forcefully. Spreading your folds apart with two fingers, he prods the thick tip of his tongue against your entrance. You gasp in surprise when he slithers his tongue into you, the muscle fat and long as he moves it around along your inner walls. “Delicious,” he groans, dragging his tongue over your hole and relishing the way your hips jolt.

When two thick fingers push into you without warning, a weak moan falls from your lips at the surprise of the stretch. Jeno grins cockily, and it hits you what’s different: there’s a hollowness to his every emotion, like there’s a lack of… humanity to it.

Something about him is off; he's not acting like the man that loves you. He's touching you with the desperation of a man that's never had you before. He even smells different; like smoke, ash even, and something metallic and dark. What clues you in the most that this is not your boyfriend is that his signature scent, his personal blend of musk, is nowhere to be found. This man smells tangy, sharp, and strong, a heady blend but most importantly enough, not your boyfriend's blend.

This man is not Jeno.

“Um,” you pipe up tentatively, and he takes a minor break from licking at your core to look up at you with a raised eyebrow. “Who are you?”

With your question, the energy in the room shifts completely; a smile nothing short of sinister appears on his lips, and there’s a wicked glint in his eye that has you clutching at the windowsill.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, and there’s an attempt at tenderness, but it all feels so deceptive, like he’s pantomiming an emotion he’s never experienced. “You don’t recognize me?”

“No,” you say breathlessly. “You’re not Jeno.”

“Smart girl,” he replies before lowering his head to return to eating you out. When you start to close your legs from fear and panic, he growls threateningly, the sound guttural and unnatural, and moves faster than you could’ve thought possible. He pushes the bay window open behind you, the bottom of the window swinging out, and forces you back and down until your torso dangles precariously from your tenth floor apartment unit.

“If you make any wrong moves, I will drop you.” he threatens, and you whimper in terror, the wind chilling your cheeks and rushing through your hair as you dangle, contorted partially upside down, at the mercy of this man who looks just like your boyfriend yet behaves like anything but. “Unless you’ve always wanted to paint the concrete with brain matter, I’d stay still.”

You nod vigorously in understanding, letting your trembling thighs fall apart once more, and he hums appreciatively.

“Like I said,” he remarks as he attaches his lips to your clit, “smart girl.” He sucks roughly at your sensitive bud with lewd moans and wet smacking noises and if he can hear your sniffles and whimpers of fear, he doesn’t comment.

The hand not keeping you in your life-threatening position strokes against your folds, parting them and pushing two fingers back into you, starting to pump them in and out.

“I’ve been waiting for this for too long.” he mumbles against your folds before proceeding to sloppily make out with your core, tongue slurping and licking at every drop of arousal that drips out of your poor hole. “Waited in the shadows, listening to that bastard fuck you every night—”

“Every night?” you gasp, and he chuckles darkly.

“I’ve been watching you both for some time now.” he informs you, fingers moving in and out of you while he speaks as if it’s the most casual conversation in the world. “He was a real fucking soft guy, huh?”

“Was?!” you squeak in alarm, and he laughs loudly, fingers speeding up cruelly and hooking into your g-spot, making it abundantly clear to you that you’re about to cum, whether you like it or not.

“Oh, he’s not coming back, baby,” he says with an audible grin, malice laced in the pet name he so evilly threw back in your face. “Unless anyone at that Halloween party can perform open heart surgery.”

“Oh, my God,” you whimper, and you’re not sure if it’s from abject horror or your rapidly approaching climax. The unmistakable sounds of his fingers squelching in your arousal fills the inside of the room, loud enough for you to hear it from your precarious pose halfway outside. “Please, you have to stop, I don’t want to cum—”

“Do you think I give a fuck what you want?” he spits back at you, and you flinch at the venom in his voice. “All my life, we’ve been forced to mimic you all up here like puppets while you get to do whatever the fuck you want. Now it’s time to do what I want, and I? I want you to cum all over my fingers and my tongue.”

“Please—” you whisper, and he shushes you, the sound adjacent to something close to loving, but lacking any real sympathy; he must have heard Jeno soothing you at some point and mimicked the sound to the best of his abilities.

“Cum, baby,” he urges, fingers pistoning in and out of you rapidly before he curls and fucks them directly into your g-spot and brings you to a powerful climax that you wish you could explain away to your guilty conscience. His lips wrapped around your clit, he sucks hard and flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud as you ride out your high against his face.

When you’ve recovered somewhat, he looks up at you with a wicked grin, lips still glistening with your arousal.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he taunts with a sly grin, and you just sniffle forlornly in response. “Get up, baby—wanna feel that pussy around my cock next.” He pulls you up unceremoniously, shutting the window behind you and guiding you to the bed. He plops you down on the mattress and hovers over you, encroaching on your space bit by bit until you’re lying with your back on the bed and your legs are reluctantly spread to welcome him in. “You scared?”

“Yes,” you whimper, and he pouts at you, not a hint of sympathy in his expression.

“Good.” he chuckles darkly before lining his thick tip—thicker than Jeno’s—up with your entrance and pushing into you with one fluid motion. You grab roughly at the sheets at the intrusion, gasping out loudly, and he seals his mouth over yours to silence your cry of surprise, tongue pushing into your mouth and licking into it filthily. “Relax, you’re never gonna take it well if you don’t relax.”

How the hell am I meant to relax when you killed my boyfriend and are in my home about to do Lord knows what to me? You think, but you refrain from mouthing off just yet.

He pushes down on your lower abdomen, groaning in delight as he feels the bulge of his length dragging along your inner walls, and you let out a choked-off squeak as he stretches you to your limits and fills you impossibly deep.

“That’s it, pretty little thing, feel me nice and deep right here,” he growls, starting to move his hips faster to fuck into you at a gradually building pace. His hand slides up your stomach to twist your nipple before continuing up to cup your chin and turn your face towards the mirror by the door. You shake your head vigorously, not wanting to see yourself like this, but he holds fast, practically smushing your cheek into the comforter. “I want you to watch as I ruin you.” he urges, and you whimper in protest.

Your face looks nothing short of fucked out, and he’s just gotten started; your eyes glassy with unshed tears, a few tear streaks sliding down your cheeks, and your jaw feels permanently dropped open as he fucks into you at a brutal pace. His sinewy arms hold you in place as he bullies his cock into your tight hole and his abdomen tenses with every thrust, tight muscle tensing and flexing in a regrettably attractive way.

He reaches in his pocket and takes out his phone, holding it up and aiming it at you. “Smile, baby; you’re on camera.” You reach to cover your face and chest immediately, crying out in protest when he snatches your hands away. “Don’t tell me you’re camera-shy,” he taunts cruelly. “That loser never filmed you two fucking?”

“No,” you say pleadingly, and he tuts in disapproval.

“Sight as pretty as this can’t go to waste.” he decides, moving the phone closer to your face. Fresh tears spill forth, and he licks his lips slowly, watching one tear in particular drip down your cheek before leaning down and licking a fat, wet stripe up your cheek where the tear track was. “God, and now you’re crying—it’s like you’re trying to make me cum.”

“No, I’m not, please, I’m not—” you beg, and he shushes you impatiently, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Yes, baby, you’re gonna make me cum nice and deep in this tight little pussy—gonna fuck you full of my cum—” he grunts, and you squirm under his hold desperately, fighting to get free. “That’s it, struggle a little bit for me—so fucking hot,” he mutters before bringing his forearm to your throat to press down harshly, constricting your airway. “Not too much, now—don’t want you getting away from me.”

“Please—” you croak out, struggling to breathe. “Can’t—breathe—”

His smile only widens and two things dawn on you: one, he could very well kill you right now, and two, there’s no way in hell you’re going down without a fight.

You reach up and claw at his forearm, scratching as hard and as deep as you can, and to your alarm, he grins widely, even among the wince in his expression.

“Love that little fighter in you.” he growls, pressing down harder, so hard you fear it might bruise. “Can’t wait to break it.”

Your vision starts to cloud, black spots forming in your line of sight, and you can feel your consciousness slipping away from you even as you try desperately to remain awake and free yourself. It all proves to be in vain as you slip away from this world, barely able to hear his faint murmur of “That’s it,” before you pass out completely.

When you come to, your throat is sore and you can’t move your body. Your vision spins as you take in the sight of your bedroom, eyes squinting reflexively as the glare of the television hits your retinas.

You turn your head this way and that only to see, to your horror, that your hands and feet are tied to each bedpost with thick, coarse rope. No matter how hard you tug, there seems to be no breaking free, and panic creeps up your still hoarse throat, hot and thick and dully aching.

The television catches your attention once more, your mind focusing on it in an attempt to calm yourself down, and you watch whatever’s on, your brain catching up quickly.

“...in what reporters everywhere are calling the ‘Doppelgänger Takeover,’ recent news has shown that people are being viciously attacked and some even killed by someone that looks exactly like them. If you see someone behaving not quite right, stay back and do not approach; they are known to be violent and highly dangerous.”

Your breathing hitches and starts to shallow rapidly as you start to hyperventilate, tugging harder and harder on your restraints.

“They won’t budge,” Jeno’s voice calls out, and you flinch, whipping your head around to find the source of the sound. Jeno emerges from the hallway, now clad in a short sleeved black tank top and dark gray sweats. “You can thank Jeno’s mom for that; she signed him—and therefore me—up for Boy Scout training when we were eight.” He steps further into the room, dark piercing eyes scanning your frame trembling with fear. “Her precious Jeno never quite got the hang of the knots, but me? I mastered them.”

A terrified whimper slips from you before you can stop it, and his lips quirk up into a wickedly delighted smile.

“What should I, um…” you swallow thickly before continuing, “call you?”

“Jeno.” he replies easily, and his keen eyes catch the almost imperceptible grimace that takes to your lips at his answer.

“What are you going to do with me?” you ask worriedly, and he raises an eyebrow.

“I’m going to keep you.” he states plainly, and your body stills entirely, fear igniting in your bloodstream and leaving you close to paralyzed.

“What about my doppelgänger?” you question, not knowing what answer could possibly make you feel better at this point.

“I got rid of her.” His answer is simple again, and you suck in a breath of surprise. “She’s not as fun as you.”

“Fun?” you croak, and he nods, a gleeful smile on his lips as he nears the bed slowly.

“Doppelgängers are essentially a ‘crude’ copy of the ‘original’ person,” Jeno explains, making one-handed air quotes around the words he spits with disdain, “and only the ‘original’ person has a soul.”

“So… so that means—”

“I don’t have a soul.” Jeno confirms with a hollow laugh made all the more terrifying now that you know he’s literally hollow spiritually, devoid of humanity. “None of my people do.”

“And you want my soul?” you ask fearfully, and he snorts in amusement, shaking his head.

“You really are cute, you know that?” he chuckles. “I’m not going to take it from you,” he says, waiting until your body slackens with relief to add, “I’m going to break it.”

“What does that mean?” you whimper, fresh tears spilling from your eyes. “Jeno, what do you mean?”

“I want you to understand that this is your reality now. I don’t want there to be any fight left in you at all. But you people are like that… hopeful,” he spits the word with disgust. “Your spirits are like a fire that won’t go out. Every once in a while, there’s a little,” he pauses to scan your face, eyes brightening with excitement when he catches sight of your eyes, no doubt reading the fear, fury, and desperation you have to save yourself— “ember… that sparks up, and I’m going to be here to snuff yours out every… single… time.” He’s close enough to bring his mouth to your ear, lips grazing the lobe and making you shudder with revulsion. “You’re not going anywhere unless I say so.”

You don’t say anything, setting your jaw firmly and staring straight ahead to ignore him. Maybe he’ll get angry enough and kill you, putting you out of your misery.

“There’s that little fighter,” he remarks with fascination. “I saw a hint of it earlier when I was choking you; that fight to survive, to live—you fucked my arm up pretty badly, I was impressed.” he remarks, extending his arm to show you the deep, angry, red cuts clawed into his forearm he’d wrapped around your throat just hours ago. His other arm emerges from behind his back, and your eyes widen when you see a Hitachi wand in his hand, his thumb already resting on the “on” button. “I am going to have so much fun breaking you.” he rasps with unrestrained excitement as he turns the vibrator up to the highest setting.

well.........congrats for making it to the end!! *insert obligatory "i definitely don't think jeno's like this" part that technically doesn't need to be there considering that wasn't jeno* i hope you liked it and if you didn't.... well sorry ig tune in next time for a lovey dovey fic 💖

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alotofpockets · 6 months ago

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Serious about you | Leah Williamson x Lioness!Reader

Where you cross a line with your best friend

Warnings: smut (with a plot), 18+ MDNI

A/n: @scribblesofagoonerr thank you for your support throughout writing this one!

Woso masterlist | Words: 2.2k

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“Leah!” You yell out for your best friend when you see her walk through the doors of St. George’s Park for the first time since she had done her ACL. At the sound of your voice she turns around with a smirk on her face, “You’re happy I’m here, aren’t ya? Your day just got ten times better darling’.” You roll your eyes and hug her.

“Always happy to see you, but the comeback makes it just a tad bit more special.” Leah’s smirk grew impossibly bigger. “Knew you thought I was special.” There was only so much of Leah’s flirty personality you could take at once until your body would go into panic mode, so you decided you had to step away. “Yeah, great seeing you, I gotta gay- go! I gotta go.” You quickly walk off cursing yourself, while Leah’s proud smile goes right past you.

Beth, who noticed the whole interaction, followed you out of the hall. “I see your crush on Leah is going well.” You sink into one of the chairs in the room. “Oh god, people saw that?” The blonde chuckles, “I think everyone saw you run off with a face like a tomato.” What a great start to camp you thought while your face was slowly returning to its regular colour.

“When are you just going to tell her about your feelings?” Beth was well aware of your feelings for the Lionesses Captain, as she was often the one you came to for advice and a listening ear. Her being your roommate this camp would probably come very handy for those reasons, besides Beth of course being a great friend of yours.

“You know I can't, Beth. Everybody knows Leah doesn't do serious relationships.” It was well known that Leah hadn’t had a serious relationship since Jordan, every girl she had seen since was just a meaningless hookup, so there really was no use in you ever confessing your feelings for her.

Once you’ve come down from your embarrassing moment on the first day back at camp, you and Beth join the rest of the girls again. It was great seeing everyone again, and your embarrassment was soon forgotten.

The next morning the dining hall was buzzing with energy and laughter. Everyone was happy to be reunited, and was catching up on the time since they had last seen each other. Beth nudged your shoulder, “Look who’s coming over.”

Your heart started racing as Leah walked in your direction with a beaming smile. Internally you were screaming at yourself, Leah was your best friend, you shouldn’t panic every time she’s near. It used to not be this bad, but ever since Leah started making flirty comments towards you, your brain just went full mush.

“Morning, love. Did you sleep well?” You tried to sound casual, but your mind went a little numb at the nickname she only used on you. “Morning, Lee. Yeah, I slept well. How about you?”

“I slept great. Any plans for today?” Oh god she wanted to have an even longer conversation, while you still had the love on your mind. You glance at Beth for help, but she just raises an eyebrow and smiles, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “Uhm well just training with the team and recovery after.”

Leah nods contently, “Alright sounds good. I’ll make sure we’re paired up for drills so we can catch up some more.” You smile and nod, “Looking forward to it.” Leah smiles and turns around to get her own breakfast.

You turn back to Beth, “Looking forward to it? Why did I say that?” Beth rolls her eyes, “Well, clearly because you’re in love with the woman.” You groan, “Don’t say that out loud!” Beth laughs at your antics, “Relax, it’s just drills. Also, it’s just Leah.” With a huff you respond, “Yeah, just Leah. Mind telling my mind that when it stops working when she’s near?”

One thing about Leah was that when it concerned football, she was always serious. So, while you were running drills with her as your partner, the flirty side of Leah subsided. It wasn’t like she was only serious, you were still having fun while training. You were actually very much enjoying spending time with Leah like this, no embarrassing yourself this way.

Over the next couple of days the team was in full training mode, which came with plenty of recovery where you would relax with the girls. There were movie nights where Leah would sit besides you and put her arm around the back of the couch, and team walks where Leah would always find her way to your side.

Tonight on the final day before your first match, you joined a few of the girls to recover in the hotel hot tub. You were deep in conversation with Beth and Lotte when Leah walked up to the hot tub, “Got room for one more?” She takes off her training top, leaving her in her sports bra and shorts like the rest of the girls. Only since Leah wasn’t like the rest of the girls to you, your eyes fell on her toned stomach, making you fully space out on the conversation you were having.

“Earth to y/n.” Beth says loud enough for only you and Lotte to hear. You snap your eyes away from Leah at Beth poking your shoulder. “You’re drooling.” You want to defend yourself, but you know there is no use since she had seen you staring on full display.

You tried your best to keep your eyes away from Leah, but each time you glanced over you were either faced with a smile or a smirk from the blonde, making your heart beat faster. On the other side of the hot tub, outside of your field of hearing Keira nudged Leah, “I think you might give her a heart attack if you keep flexing, mate.” Which only made Leah smirk again.

Slowly more and more of the girls started leaving the hot tub, until only you and Leah were left. She sat with her arms spread over the edge of the small pool, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. You don’t know what came over you to check her out without anyone around the two of you to cause enough distraction for it to go unnoticed.

“Are you just going to keep staring from the other side, or are you going to come join me?” Leah asked with glint behind her eyes that you couldn’t quite place. You move across the hot tub and sit down beside her. She moves her arm that was laying on the edge behind you to your shoulder and starts drawing patterns on it with her fingers.

You hadn’t said a word to Leah since the other girls left, and your eyes were focussed on a glimmer in the water. Leah was doing things to your body right now that you couldn’t control. “You had no problem checking me out when the girls were here, what has gotten you so shy now?” Your only reaction was the blush spreading over your cheeks and the way you swallowed hard. Leah moved her other arm to turn your head her way softly by your chin. She was about to say something, when she realised that you were staring at her lips.

Leah starts slowly leaning in, to give you enough time to stop what was about to happen. You didn’t make her stop, so she placed her lips gently on yours. When Leah realised you weren’t kissing her back, she quickly pulled away again. “Sorry, I thought there was a vibe.” That’s the moment you sprung to life. “There was, sorry.” Leah’s smile returned to her face, “There was?” You nod and lean in this time.

You knew you should stop, but this was the only way you would ever have Leah and besides every fibre in your body telling you that this was only going to end up hurting you, you just couldn’t stop. Before you knew it, you were sitting in Leah’s lap and the two of you were fully making out.

When Leah’s hands started moving up your thighs, you broke the kiss and halted her. Leah was about to apologise, but you were quick to speak first, “It’s okay, just not here.” You said looking around. Even though the area was currently empty, it was still a public place, and you were not about to have a stranger or even worse one of your teammates walk in on you.

With big towels around your bodies, you made it to Leah’s room. Leah had never been happier to have a room to herself during camp, the perks of being the captain. Without missing a beat, she closes the door behind you and pushes you up against it. Every thought of this not being a good idea left your mind the moment she slotted her leg between yours.

Leah’s hands roamed your body, losing both your towels in the process. It all happened very fast, the next thing your remaining clothes were scattered around Leah’s room and you were laying in her bed. Leah was laying on top of you and kissing your neck, with her hands between your legs.

The pleasure she was bringing you with simply her lips and her fingers, was overwhelming and perfect at the same time. At no point did you want her to stop, even telling her “More.” A couple of times between pants, which Leah happily obliged to.

You didn’t realise you had fallen asleep until you woke up the next morning, still naked in Leah’s bed. At first you’re a little disoriented but then it all comes flooding back to you. You crossed a line with your best friend. Your best friend that you were in love with. Your best friend who is the captain of your team.

Quickly but quietly you get out of bed and put on a clean training kit from Leah, since yours was still wet from carelessly being thrown on the floor last night. You take your own stuff with you and throw it in the laundry on your way back to your own hotel room.

“Well good morning to you, stranger.” You had hoped Beth had still been asleep and you could pretend that you had come in after she had gone to bed last night, but all of that was out the window now that she was looking at you with questions behind her eyes. You confess everything to Beth, who simply cheers you on for finally acting on your feelings. It doesn’t feel that way to you though, Leah didn’t know about your feelings, and knowing Leah this was just a one time thing. At least that was what you were telling yourself.

Before you could talk about it more, you had to head to breakfast since you had an early bus to take for your first match. You didn’t get to talk to Leah, and quite honestly you were trying your best to ignore her for the time being.

The first time you interacted with Leah was after the match when you had given your jersey to a fan in the strands. Leah had rushed to your side and handed you her jacket. You thanked her before bringing your focus back to the fans.

On the bus ride back, you avoided Leah again, opting to sit next to Lotte instead of Leah or Beth. You didn’t know what you wanted, but talking about last night was definitely not it. Back at SGP everyone goes their own way again. You opt on staying with some of the girls in the lounge and put on a movie. About halfway into the movie Keira walks in, “Hey y/n, Leah wants to see you in the meeting hall.”

You curse yourself, this was it. You had ruined your national career because you couldn’t stop yourself. Nervously you opened the door and found Leah leaning against one of the tables with her arms crossed. Her first words came as a surprise to you, “Why did you leave this morning?”

For a moment you don’t know what to say, standing in front of her with a slightly furrowed brow. “You wanted me to stay?” Leah’s serious expression softened, “Yes, of course I wanted you to stay.” You take a deep sigh, knowing you need to speak your mind. “Lee, last night was… amazing, but you don’t do serious relationships. I left because I didn’t want to make it awkward.”

Leah realises what you’re talking about. “Look, I know I’ve got a bit of a reputation concerning that, but this is different. I haven’t brought a girl home for months because you’ve been clouding my mind. I’m serious about you. Last night meant everything to me, and if it did for you too, I would really like to explore this new territory with you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, Leah was feeling similar to how you were feeling about her? “It did mean everything to me too. I- sorry, I didn’t expect this, I am a bit at a loss for words.” Leah smiled and stepped towards you. “Maybe instead of using words, I can kiss you?” You nod and Leah crashes her lips on yours.

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dallaji · 1 year ago

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Save some room for us.

♡ bada lee x reader / NSFW❗

SUMMARY: This could’ve been a perfect night: it was your first time being invited to a sorority house party and you were promised alcohol, decent music and good company. So naturally, because nothing is ever truly perfect, your ex-situationship had to be a part of said sorority.

WORD COUNT: 7k

CW: ex-fwb, university setting, lengthy smut (like 50% ratio), both bada and reader are switches, relationship is the epitome of "its complicated", bada is a mess but please forgive her, author has never used a dating app before, kinda angsty?? hopeful ending though!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was inspired by this post by @moonsvrse but it honestly spiralled so um, i'm so sorry if it's not what you hoped it'd be (╥﹏╥).

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It was almost comedic, honestly.

When Minah had invited you to her sorority’s house party with a hopeful glimmer in her eyes, you had said yes without a second thought. It wasn’t your scene at all, but you and Minah shared a Sociolinguistics class that became considerably less boring once you sat down next to each other.

Usually a Saturday night was spent with your two roommates, eating at the cheap fast food joint around the corner of your shared dorm: you were always back in the comfort of your own room before the clock struck 11pm. For the sake of experience you decided, why not. Maybe you’ll finally get a taste of that wild university life.

Now, at 11:05pm, you were crammed into a sorority house with at least 150 other people: the bottom of your sneakers sticky after stepping in an unidentified puddle on the floor, speakers blaring whatever Spotify selected for the RapCaviar playlist that week, and a bottle of lukewarm beer in your hand. It was fine, though. Minah had introduced you to some of her friends who you had hit it off with quite effortlessly. One girl called Lusher couldn’t stop gushing over your outfit, though by this point she had knocked back quite a few drinks.

You were having a good time.

But it became comedic once you headed to the kitchen with the group of girls to grab more drinks and were faced with a ghost from a not-so-distant past.

Bada Lee was leaning over the kitchen counter, smiling sweetly at a girl chattering animatedly in front of her. She looked just as attractive as you remembered her. Perhaps even more so.

Naturally, your first ever house party had to be hosted by a sorority she was seemingly a part of.

Really. It was straight out of a comedy skit.

Bada and you had met on a dating app about a year ago: you saw a picture of a girl standing tall in a dance studio while donned in a sweater, jogger and Jordans, and you had instinctively swiped right. You don’t know what Bada had thought of your low effort selfie - posing inside a coffee shop - but it must’ve impressed her somehow. You were matched by the end of the day.

“fuck marry kill: han so hee, bruce wayne, me” had been her introductory line. And despite your answer (you had, in fact, answered that you would kill Bada), you did end up fucking after spending your first date at a dim sum restaurant.

This was, coincidentally, right after she had confessed she wasn’t interested in anything serious right now. She had still wanted to meet you however. You were, in her words, “too pretty not to take out”.

You didn’t have a lot of time to mull over the initial disappointment, because she was fingers deep in you later that same day; lips attached to your neck and a rogue hand fondling your breast. Regrettably, the sex had been ridiculously good.

Chin up, though! It wouldn’t be the last time.

The second “date” was spent watching a schlocky horror flick in her small dorm, before you ate her out on the couch until she was shaking and panting underneath you; bad movie and takeout pizza long forgotten. What you had initially disregarded as an incredible one-night stand became a biweekly hookup for the 5 months that followed.

The both of you had set rules in place, though these were mostly driven by Bada: this was just sex. She didn’t have the time or the “emotional bandwidth” for anything serious.

The problem was that the lines got blurred pretty quickly. After a month you had begun meeting up without the pretense of sex hanging in the air. You would rent some more schlocky horror movies together and actually watch them, popcorn propped up in your laps. She would wait up for you after class to go grab some coffee, even if her own schedule was mismatched. You had cooked chicken noodle soup in a pinch at her dorm when she was down with the flu. She would slip her arms around your waist from behind and call you her “baby” in the softest voice.

And yet, the rules were simple. There were no strings attached to this arrangement, and you would be reminded in subtle ways. While you knew how she liked her eggs in the morning and that she’d much rather spend her time on watching terrible TLC reality shows than studying for her finals, you had no clue who her friends were or what hometown she grew up in. Sometimes your text messages would go unread for days at a time, but she would still post on Instagram. Bada’s Tinder profile picture would change every now and then, despite her continuously finding her way back into your bed.

But it had been fine. The rules were simple, and it never really drove you to heartbreak levels of sadness. At the very worst you had been annoyed by her flakiness, but you enjoyed her company too much to ever mention it.

That was until you woke up one day to find yourself blocked on Instagram, her account set to private without a clarification or even a final goodbye. You had sent exactly one text asking if everything was alright, but it never went through. Her Tinder profile stopped updating. The message was more than clear, and you were not one to chase someone down. You were much too prideful for that.

A few days after being locked out of her life, your roommate (who had taken it upon herself to keep tabs on your past situationship) showed you a picture of Bada wrapped around a girl who was everything you were not: where she looked soft, you were sharp edges; where she was exuberant, you were placid. And then everything clicked. She had met someone who made her want to go steady, and that person was resoundingly not you.

You met your roommate’s eyes with such a forced indifference, it almost felt defiant: “Good for her.” You had mumbled, unpausing the TLC reality show Bada and you used to watch together.

Thus, exactly as she had bulldozed into your life, she had promptly disappeared. You, too, stopped using Tinder. When your friends asked about your dating life, you would shrug and say you didn’t have the time for it. But truthfully, the pit in your stomach became a permanent fixture whenever the topic arose.

You carried on with your life; there were no “stuffing yourself with chocolate” or “locking yourself in your bedroom sobbing”, but the hurt you felt was akin to pulling back when a candlelight grew bigger under the palm of your hand. You felt slighted and confused, frustrated that she never felt an explanation was warranted. But perhaps this was your problem: putting expectations on a woman like Bada, who had never done the same for you. The rules had been simple, after all.

It had been 7 months since then, and you had genuinely not thought of the girl in a long time. Yet there you stood, frozen in the doorframe as Minah and her friends rushed into the kitchen. The way Bada was looking at the girl in front of her almost reminded you of the way she looked at you on that faithful first date. The girl in question, however, looked nothing like the girlfriend she had introduced to the world months prior.

You were normal about it.

So normal that you had traced your steps back unnoticed and hid around the corner with your back pressed against the wall. A guy you didn’t know gawked at you like you were a safety risk, but you were too busy trying to think of an escape plan to really pay attention.

“Bada! We were looking for you earlier— Wait, Minah, where’d your friend go?” You heard Lusher’s voice question.

“Oh? I swear she was just behind me.”

“Friend?” The familiarity of Bada’s voice made your stomach churn. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

“Yeah! Don’t think you know her, she’s in my Sociolinguistics class— Seriously, where’d she run off to?”

“Sociolinguistics, you said?”

You couldn’t listen to it any more: you downed your beer with a grimace, left the bottle on a nearby table and then pushed through the partygoers. The living room was currently packed with people dancing, playing beer pong or lazing on and around the couch. It was busy enough to drown yourself in the crowd and thus slip away from Minah’s searching eyes.

You found a free spot on the carpet in front of the television and sat down unceremoniously, legs crossed as the partygoers around you did not spare you a single glance; way more focused on things you weren’t doing. Like having fun, for example.

You suddenly became much more conscious of how loud the music was. It was absolutely going to leave your ears ringing once you were back in the safety of your own bed.

Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you sent your roommate a tentative text asking if she was still awake and could come pick you up. You would give it half an hour, you told yourself. If she didn’t get back to you beforehand, you were honest to god willing enough to call an Uber.

You kept track of your surroundings, dropping your head whenever you noticed Minah or her friends move around the room. You could’ve sworn they were calling for your name. Luckily no one else in the sorority house knew you, so your cover wasn’t blown.

It took 20 minutes.

You had been scrolling through your Instagram feed when a beer bottle was shoved under your nose. Flinching, as if you were snapped out of a trance, you looked up only to meet the eyes of the one person you had been trying to avoid.

Bada had come to sit next to you on the floor while you weren’t paying attention, and held out the drink with a soft smile. There was a point in time where you were obsessed with that smile, but right now it was ticking you off.

“Hey there.” She sounded painfully nonchalant as if she were greeting an old friend, voice loud enough to be audible over the music. You suppose she was, if you were to have a habit of making out with people you considered old friends.

You felt like a cornered animal; your brain urging you to just get up, walk away and call an Uber, but your body remained frozen in place. You took the beer from her hand with little acknowledgment, breaking your shared eye contact, and took an immediate swig from the bottle.

“Hi.” You muttered bitterly, staring straight ahead.

“Never pegged you as a sorority girl,” She was still looking at you, smile unmoving as she brought her own drink to her lips, “Minah invited you?”

“Yup.” You popped the ‘P’, turning the bottle in your hand to keep your eyes occupied. “Could say the same for you.”

“I moved out of my dorm at the start of the semester. This place is much bigger, so the sorority formalities are only a small sacrifice.” Bada laughed good-naturedly, as her head tilted to the side to get a better look at you, wordlessly encouraging you to meet her halfway.

You kept your eyes on your drink, fighting the urge to ask her what the hell she could even want from you. “Cool.”

“How have you been?”

Was she really going through all the steps of small talk 101?

“Fine, what about you?” You took another swig from the bottle.

“Okay,” Bada replied vaguely, but the amiable smile did not leave her face, “What is it you did again- Political science?”

You tightened the grip on your bottle and scoffed, tongue digging in the hollow of your cheek. She knew damn well that you had a major in Anthropology. The smart thing to do would be to get up and leave, but you liked having a retort ready: something Bada had said she loved about you in the past.

“What is it that you did? Computer science?” You looked up at Bada, who was very much a Dance major.

For the first time Bada’s smile faltered. Perhaps it was something about the look in your eyes or the combativeness in your body language, but it was enough to downturn the corners of her mouth. She put down her drink. “Sorry, I thought—” She began, suddenly unsure of what to say, “I was joking.”

“I don’t know what you think.” You retorted plainly. The words, which were clearly not only meant for the current conversation you were having, hung in the air like a dark cloud. “Look, I didn’t know you were going to be here. So before you get the wrong idea—”

“I’m sorry.” Bada blurted, but her eyes were no longer scanning your face and rather seemed much more preoccupied with the sleeves of her hoodie, slender fingers picking at the fabric.

“You already said that.” You sighed, not letting up. You didn’t like the sudden rigidity in her posture, but it was hard not to feel like your anger was well founded.

“I know you wouldn’t know I would be here. It’s not like I…” She glanced up at the ceiling and gestured vaguely with her hands. “It’s not like you would’ve had a way of finding out.”

You arched an eyebrow, quietly waiting for her to continue.

Bada pressed her lips together in a fine line, worrying the skin between her teeth as she pondered her next words carefully. “I’m sorry for the way I left things.” Finally, she turned to look at you, her eyes intense and pleading. For a second your mouth went dry, vaguely registering how close she was. You wanted to scoot away, but her stare was begging you to hear her out. “A lot was happening— A lot has happened. I was a complete coward, and so immature, I- I’ve regretted it since.”

“You could’ve unblocked me any time.” You spoke slowly.

“I could’ve.” Bada agreed, scanning your face. “Maybe I’m still a coward. But then I saw you just now and…” Her lips parted as she mulled over her next words: “I don’t know. I just needed to talk to you.”

The bottle of beer was becoming lukewarm in your hold. You didn’t like seeing this Bada: guilt and shame written all over her face and shrunken into herself. It seemed completely unnatural to the girl you had come to know for those 5 months, who did everything but make herself smaller. You desperately wanted to tell her everything was okay, but you knew you would regret leaving things unsaid. Even now, when you think back to the moment where you found yourself locked out of all her accounts, you could feel your heart plummeting down your chest so vividly; as if you were experiencing it all over again.

“You didn’t owe me a lot,” You admitted, attempting to hide the quiver in your voice, feeling silly as soon as the words had left you, “but you could’ve said something. Anything.”

“Yes.” Her voice was almost a whisper, eyes downcast. “I want to tell you everything that was going through my mind at the time but, maybe not now.”

“Maybe not now.” You concurred. Not because you weren’t near desperate to know, but rather the timing didn’t feel right. You almost felt like she had to fight for the right to tell you what had happened. She should have to fight for your listening ear.

“You have actually been doing good?” Your eyes met again, and something about the way she spoke sounded hopeful; prodding.

“I’ve been good.” You replied, unsure of how to navigate the conversation any further.

You had half expected her to get up and leave with that, perhaps deem this closure enough to go on with her night, but she stayed put. Bada took another sip of her beer, the way her shoulders sagged an indication of how uneasy she felt. Yet she stayed put. You took this moment to take her in with a more discerning eye: her hair loose and dyed in streaks as opposed to the blonde head of hair you had met her with. She was in an oversized t-shirt and baggy pants, bright tech sneakers carrying over the colors of her outfit. Just as she had been in the past, she was your polar opposite. You were all sleek lines, minimalism and soft colors, your belted loose-fitting dress pants not fitting the energy of the party whatsoever.

Then, you noticed something colorful on her forearm.

“Is that a breakup tattoo?” You blurted dryly, eyes glued to the intricate wave drawn on her skin.

Bada chuckled, holding out her arm with a smile. “Something like that.”

“Never pegged you as the type.” You parroted the drawl of the same words she had used earlier, and Bada shook her head with a disbelieving grin. “When’d you get it?”

Her grin wavered, slowly morphing into something more calculating as she tilted her head to lock eyes with you once more: “About 7 months ago, give or take.”

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You barely noticed the doorknob pressing into your lower back as Bada held you down by your hips, your lips locked in a hungry kiss as the muffled sounds of the party downstairs thumped underneath you. Your fingers carded through her hair as she pushed her tongue past with a deep, shaky inhale through her nostrils. One of her hands came up to cradle the side of your face, deepening the kiss with the urgency of a starved person zeroing in on their last meal: if they wavered, it may be frisked away from under their nose.

The kiss was all spit and heavy breathing, mouths gliding together fluidly as if you had choreographed this in the past. Bada hummed approvingly into your mouth as your hands found the hem of her shirt and pulled upwards, eager to feel her bare skin again. She broke the kiss with a wet noise, albeit apprehensively, and let you tug the fabric off, leaving her in a mere sports bra. Your hands smoothed along her waist, reacquainting yourself as she licked into your mouth again without hesitation, now both hands cradling your face as if she was marveling at a treasure.

A particularly eager suck on your tongue made you moan against her lips, and Bada parted the kiss with a smug grin, half-lidded eyes scanning your features in amazement. “Your turn.” She whispered, gaze back on your saliva-slicked lips.

Before she could kiss you again, you crossed your arms over your stomach and pulled your sweater over your head, revealing a non-padded lace bra; the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. Something about the look in Bada’s eyes deepened as you both kicked your shoes off in a hurry, and she made immediate work of your belt: tugging at it roughly, your hips pulled forward by the force she exerted, before unhooking the clasp and throwing the garment on the pile of clothes left in your shared wake.

She planted one hand next to your head, against the wooden door, as the other one clutched onto your waist with a burning touch, effectively keeping you in place. Her parted lips attached themselves to the crook of your neck and she let her tongue swirl against the patch of skin, drawing a quivery exhale from you. Baring your neck further, you allowed her to mark you up without a second thought, and she seemed to take that job very seriously.

“You haven’t changed.” Bada noted against your skin, her breath skirting along your earlobe. Something about the tone of her voice sounded delighted at the fact, and you felt your lower stomach warm up impossibly more.

She kissed her way to your collarbones, your skin shivering at the sensation and letting your hands find purchase atop her shoulders. You let your head fall back against the door with a quiet ‘thud’, back arching when she sucked another hickey right above your cleavage. Then, her hands came up to your chest, squeezing your breasts together and watching the way your cleavage deepened. She bent over and licked up a stripe along the slit, tongue digging into the crease. You pushed your chest out instinctively, sucking in your lower lip.

Bada locked eyes with you as she brought her lips to one of your breasts, letting her tongue lap across the lace fabric covering your nipples. Your hand came up to tuck her hair behind her ear, your movements delicate as she licked at your other nipple, forcing them to stiffen under the heat of her tongue. Her soft hums reverberated against your skin, her thumbs digging right below the hem of your bra and skirting along your underbreasts.

Impatiently you brought your hand up to your back and unclasped your bra. Bada moved away, watching the fabric drop to the floor with a bemused expression, but her hands immediately pressed over your breasts in a possessive manner, kneading the flesh before locking your lips once again. Teeth clashed together, the desperation in both your ministrations making the kiss so uncoordinated you were both left panting. She nudged her hips against yours, writhing against you as your name left her lips.

Your fingers meaningfully hooked underneath the straps of her sports bra. “Your turn.” You mimicked her request from earlier, and she obeyed with a pompous grin.

But as usual, she had to one up you with a burning defiance in her eyes: she hooked her thumbs into her pants and tugged them off, underwear following suit. Eager hands grabbed onto your hips again as she rotated your positions; your back facing the bed.

“Try to keep up.” She whispered hotly against your mouth, the two of you immediately turning into a mess of limbs and unfocused kisses as she steadily walked you towards her bed.

The back of your knees hit the edge of her mattress, and you toppled backwards, barely able to register your new position before nimble fingers began unbuttoning your dress pants. Resting on your forearms, you raised your hips to give her easy access and soon enough she pulled off your final garments with haste; leaving the both of you completely bare.

You scooted backwards as Bada climbed on top of you, your arms instinctively wrapping around her waist as she leaned down to kiss your lips, her ass resting in your lap. You had no time to feel skittish about the state you were in, much too familiar with the scenario as Bada’s well acquainted touch found its way to your breasts again, rolling your nipples between her fingers. You missed this, but you would never admit that to her.

Suddenly, she parted the kiss to instead look down at you contemplatively. You tilted your head, a snarky response on the tip of your tongue before the palm of her hand pressed down right above your chest, halting your actions. Her eyes scanned along your figure ravenously, and you, too, took her in: she was somehow both lean and soft, her hair falling over her shoulders like a curtain, strong thighs keeping your hips in place. She was beautiful.

“Do you trust me?” She asked, forefinger tilting your chin upwards.

“No.” You replied honestly, not breaking eye contact.

She grinned wider, finding tremendous joy in your words before she climbed off of you. Leaning over her bed, she began rummaging through her bedside table drawer as you sat up, watching her curiously. You heard a clanging noise when she pulled something silvery out, hiding it behind her back before you could properly register what it was.

“Turn around for me.” She requested, and because you were all bark and no bite, you obeyed.

As soon as your back was facing her, you felt her gentle touch grab a hold of both your wrists, crossing them against your lower back. You felt the cold press of something sharp close around them and lock into place, and heat pooled in your lower stomach, immediately recognizing what she was doing.

You looked down at the handcuffs wrapped around your wrists over your shoulder before meeting Bada’s smug grin and blown pupils: as if her wildest dreams had just come true. She looked like she was ready to devour you.

“How many girls wore this before me?” You asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She responded blithely, letting your fingers tangle together affectionately as she pressed a sweet kiss on your bare shoulder.

“Maybe I would.”

“Why does it matter if none of them look even half as good as you do?” She gave the cuffs a playful tug, nuzzling the back of your neck fondly before moving to lie down flat on her back; a hand pressed on your shoulder signaling you to stay put.

“And how many girls have you told the same thing?” You wondered loudly, unable to hide your own smile when Bada laughed at your words.

“Seems I have a lot to make up to you.” Her hands grabbed onto your hips and she began pulling you backwards. “Get on top of me, baby.”

Once again you obeyed because, well, she did have a lot to make up to you. And the way she called you 'baby' had you dripping.

Through her guiding motions, you scooted back on your knees until they were pressing down on either side of her head; Bada’s hands immediately came up to smooth along your curves until she cupped your ass, watching the jiggle as if she was hypnotized. Her eager touch almost made you purr, and you instinctively straightened your back to move all your weight to your legs, opening up for her as your arms were inebriated by the tight hold of Bada’s handcuffs.

“Good girl.” She crooned. And then, her hand came down to slap your ass.

You let out a surprised gasp but didn’t move. Bada hummed from beneath you, appreciating your responsiveness and letting her nails scrape along the back of your thighs, feeling you shiver under her touch.

“Unfair that you’re still so pretty from this angle.” Bada mumbled, mostly to herself. She placed her palms on your asscheecks and parted them, and you bent forward ever-so-slightly out of instinct, sinking deeper into the mattress.

Bada cooed and before you realized it, her hand was on you. Her slender fingers dragged along your glossy folds and coated your heat with your own wetness. You sucked in your lower lip, effectively muffling a surprised moan, but leaned into her touch all the same. Then, she blew cold air against you, gloating over the shiver that ran down your spine.

“So pretty.” She reaffirmed, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking them clean, her other hand spreading your folds.

You almost expected her to ask you to start begging: she had always relished in breaking down your rebellious defenses until you would desperately beg her for more. This time, however, she seemed just as keen as you - if not more - to get her hands on you. Saliva-covered fingers pressed back against your folds and she began drawing circles across them with a maddeningly soft pressure. A shaky exhale left you, hands curling into fists at your lower back as you slowly began grinding your hips against her touch, hoping to find more friction.

“That’s it.” She muttered, adding more pressure to her ministrations and beckoning you closer and closer, her other hand squeezing your ass.

With a particularly deep rub, you moaned her name and sank lower, the strain of holding yourself up while she was driving you mad almost unbearable. Bada groaned underneath your weight, basking in the way your hips gyrated with your heat so close to her face and she rewarded you by caressing her thumb along your entrance; circling it with more force as soon as she heard you keen. You felt heat course up your spine, immediately chasing her thumb through the grinding motions of your hips.

Bada, who had already found your most sensitive spot, giggled; prodding at your entrance with a forced carefulness she damn well knew you didn’t need. With a high-pitched whine, as the circling of her fingers against your clit sped up, you arched your back, wrists tugging at your handcuffs in frustration as she continued teasing you.

Finally, her thumb pressed into you, the circling of her wrist against you not pausing and you moaned, pushing your hips out impossibly further until Bada had to give your ass another forceful squeeze, urging you to stay put. She fingered you with delight and you felt yourself drip under her care, but what really made you twitch dangerously was the feel of her parted lips moving along your hip. She dug her teeth into your skin and slapped your ass once more, your body flinching inadvertently causing you to sink down on her finger with more force.

You knew you looked like a desperate mess, mindlessly chasing down whatever she was willing to give to you, but it didn’t stop you from whining out her name, your lower stomach clenching.

“You better not be close already, baby.” You were surprised by how out of breath and wrecked she sounded while you hadn’t even gotten to properly touch her yet. You once again tugged at the handcuffs and you heard her tut. “So impatient.”

She removed her thumb and you almost cussed at her, but were quickly shut up when both hands moved to your hips in a vice grip, pulling you directly onto her open mouth. A moan got stuck in your throat and you almost faltered, nearly falling forward but forcing your legs to keep you upright.

Bada began swirling her tongue along your folds as if she was parched, hands keeping your cheeks spread as she groaned hungrily against you. Bobbing her head up and down, she lapped at you, tongue digging into your folds before giving your clit a sharp suck; over and over again.

“Bada…” You moaned, head dropping and only having half a mind to wonder if anyone downstairs could hear you. You realized you kind of didn’t care when Bada was making the kind of noises underneath as if you were doing her a favor.

You had stopped moving your hips, too stunned from pleasure to even consider it, until Bada began forcing you to do so; tight grip on your hips as she lightly bounced you up and down against her mouth. You began rocking back, cursing softly when Bada slurped under you, drinking at the wetness she continuously drew out of you.

You then noticed Bada had spread her legs with a hum, her own hips gyrating against nothing as she ate you out. She was getting off to this, and you felt yourself go all the more insane with want. She was so wet and you wanted to touch her so badly, but your shoulders started to strain through the position you were locked into.

“Bada,” You started, but another eager suck made you cut yourself off with a moan. “Let me—”

She caught her breath against you, chest heaving, still insufferable enough to find the energy to say: “Be my guest.”

She dug right back in, this time her tongue prodding against your entrance, purposefully leaving you a despairing mess in your handcuffs.

You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of begging for a release from your confines so you dropped forward, face down and ass up, forcing Bada to sit up a little higher to keep her lips pressed against you. You heard her curse.

You didn’t waste any time teasing her, instead immediately closing your lips around her glistening folds. There was no need to toy with her, because her thighs twitched as soon as your lips met her heat, and you felt her moans vibrate against you. You sucked harshly on a bundle of nerves before collecting spit in your mouth and coating her with it, slurping around her breathlessly. Her thighs spread apart even further and you felt her lips falter against you, overcome with pleasure as she began grinding her hips up into your mouth.

Soon you realized she was much closer than you had anticipated because she began sucking on your clit even harder, in complete and utter desperation, before digging her tongue into your entrance, nails pressing crescent marks into your asscheeks. You ground back against her mouth as you tried to keep a steady pressure on her, licking her with fast but deep strokes. You felt a familiar pressure tighten in your stomach and became involuntarily more erratic, muttering soft ‘uh-huh’’s to encourage her to keep going at the exact pace she was using on you.

Bada whined against you, the muscles in her upper thighs tightening next to your head. “So close—” She gasped, and you closed your lips around her clit and began sucking. Simultaneously, she dug her tongue impossibly deeper into your entrance.

That’s what did you in: a moan got stuck in your throat as you felt your full body quiver at the orgasm that rippled through you. Bada let out a guttural moan underneath you, her thighs clenching around your head and toes curling as she shook incessantly. Rocking your hips back against her in a daze, she continued to suck on you through your orgasm as you lapped at her clit, soon enough the both of you shivering against each other from oversensitivity.

Panting, you dropped yourself next to her, your legs and shoulders straining from exertion. You were about to ask her to get the handcuffs off of you, until she crawled on top of you.

She was completely flushed, bangs sticking to her forehead, nipples perked and chest heaving as she pinned you down against her pillows, your wrists still pressed into your lower back.

“Not done.” Bada managed to gasp out as she swept down for a needy kiss, your tongues meeting messily through parted lips. You did not know where she was gathering the energy from, but her hands were back on your hips to slide you further down the bed.

She threw her right leg over yours and you immediately realized what she was trying to do. “Can you still cum like this?” She wondered coyly, angling her hips against yours before pulling your own leg up, hooking your heel over her shoulder.

Her hold on you was burning, almost having the potential to leave bruises behind, and you didn’t even know how you felt yourself getting wet all over again. The handcuffs were digging painfully into your lower back but you didn’t care, your lips parted in anticipation as Bada stared you down with such a deep longing it made your stomach coil. She twisted her head and pressed a kiss to your ankle, never breaking eye contact with you, before grinding her hips against you in a tentative manner; her folds gliding flush against yours.

You bit down on your lower lip as you felt her wetness grind against you, a quiet whimper slipping past and the smile on Bada’s face widened, eyes turning into crescent moons despite her own excitement.

Yeah, you could still cum like this, and she knew it.

She began working up a pace against you, first slow and deep, and then letting it build up to something faster. The way your mounds met each other had your eyes rolling back, soft moans falling from your lips as your hips ground against each other. Never once did her eyes leave you and you almost felt drunk off her attention, eyes falling shut as she hummed in pleasure.

The bed shook, headrest slamming against the wall over and over again with the quickening of her pace. Bada brought a hand to your breast, kneading it into her palm as she spoke lowly, her own eyes half-lidded in exhilaration: “Can anyone else fuck you this good?”

Your lips parted in a gasp, your desire so intense you didn’t even know what you wanted to say. You wanted to say something snarky, but the urge to burst into tears and tell her ‘only you can’ closed around your throat like an invisible hand. Bada’s head fell back as both of your hips moved impossible faster; her tongue dragging messily along your ankle in a complete daze as you panted her name.

“Answer me.” She gasped, the hand that was previously preoccupied with your breast coming up to grab a tight hold of your chin. And as if to prove her point, she began fucking you. Hard and deep, your body shaking with every thrust.

Your brain was short-circuiting and you shook your head, eyes shut tight. “N- no…”

Then, her hand moved to your throat squeezing lightly, but possessively. “Say it.”

Feeling her hips falter, you panicked and cried underneath her: “No one can fuck me this good!”

Bada hummed approvingly, picking up the pace again and sliding her hand to the back of your neck. “That’s my baby.” She leaned down, your leg still hooked over her shoulder and stretching along with her movements, yet the pace at which she fucked into you never wavered. “Stick your tongue out.”.

Disoriented, you arched your neck and obeyed, her own tongue gliding against yours in such a filthy manner you became lightheaded. Then, she closed her lips around the wet muscle with a moan, before meeting your mouth in a full kiss that was more exchanging saliva than anything else.

She parted and moved back, her hips pausing momentarily as she looked to where your vaginas met. Before you could object at her lack of movement, she lowered her head and slowly let her spit dribble from her lips and fall onto your folds. Immediately, she picked up the pace again, watching the way the added lubrication made the two of you slide together even easier. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her.

Bada met your gaze with a wolfish grin and immediately switched gears to an unforgiving pace, the sound of wetness and skin slapping together filling the room as you couldn’t even register the music that was still playing downstairs. You felt the pressure in your upper thighs build up again at a dizzyingly fast pace, and cursed under your breath.

“Please…” You gasped as you threw your head back, unsure what you were begging for but writhing your hips against hers so frantically the message should be anything but unclear.

“Am I gonna make you come again, baby?” Bada panted, slamming herself harder against you.

You nodded, feverishly: “I’m gonna- I need—” But the words died on your lips as your lower stomach folded dangerously. You needed to come. You needed Bada to make you come.

A palm flattened between your breasts as Bada leaned down on you impossibly harder, keeping you in place as her thrusts took your breath away. Without your body giving you another warning, you orgasmed a second time with Bada’s name in your mouth, legs spasming in her hold as she forcibly held you down; taking in every second of the ecstasy that overtook you with such a warmth in her gaze you almost felt yourself overcome with the urge to burst into tears again.

“So beautiful…” She whispered. “That’s it.” Her hands caressed up and down your thighs, whispering praises into the air to will the heaving of your chest away, feeling your heartbeat under the palm of her hand.

Finally, Bada dropped herself onto the bed next to you entirely out of breath with a self-satisfied grin, officially having spent the last bit of energy that was left in her. You watched her catch her breath with a fond gaze, wanting to reach out and hold her but being held back by the jingle of the handcuffs.

Bada snapped out of her stupor, almost appearing flustered for leaving you in such a state, and helped you sit up with a soft encouragement, promptly freeing you from your handcuffs. You felt a sharp strain in your shoulders as you shook them loose, a little dumbfounded when you noticed the red marks around your wrists.

Bada had noticed it as well and gently grabbed a hold of your hands, thumbs caressing along the bruises with a touch so careful it seemed she thought you would shatter. Slowly, she brought your wrists higher and began pressing delicate kisses against them.

“Sorry…” She said, sheepishly, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to scold her. Instead, you looked back at her with a dazed expression, heart constricting in your chest. You hadn’t seen this level of gentleness from her before.

Leaning over her bed, Bada grabbed an unopened bottle of water and uncapped it before handing it to you. You accepted it wordlessly, her actions making you aware of how parched your mouth felt.

Taking big gulps, you hoped to ease away the tension building up in your chest. Perhaps it was due to your post-orgasm state, but you felt anxiety spike up your heart rate as your head flooded with all kinds of thoughts. Was this a one-off? Was she going to ghost you again? Momentarily you felt like an idiot for even landing yourself in such a position, but before you could climb out of bed Bada flipped her blanket open.

“Tired?” She asked, picking up on how quiet you had become but assuming it was due to exhaustion.

You nodded timidly and crawled under the blanket with her, Bada slotting herself against you like a missing puzzle piece. Her fingers found the bruise at your lower back, where the handcuffs had been scraping against, and drew soothing circles against the skin. She mumbled something about having ointment for bruises, but the both of you were too slumped to get out of bed.

You nestled back against her despite the way your head yelled at you to take your leave, much too enthralled with the way her arm curled around your waist protectively. Bada giggled when she felt you snuggle closer and pressed a soft kiss to your neck, inhaling your scent with a hum.

The music downstairs had stopped and the house seemed quiet, the last guests likely having left ages ago, so all you could focus on was Bada’s soft breathing which slowed down by the minute. Your own eyelids began to feel droopy, too, and right before the both of you fell asleep, you felt her hold on you tighten.

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Your eyes snapped open, heart hammering in your chest as you became aware of your surroundings. Bada’s arms were still around you, loosely, as she slept soundly next to you. It was still dark outside but you saw the early beginnings of sunrise setting in the distant sky, signaling it was the very early morning. As your hands came up to rub your eyes, you became aware of the ache in your wrists and mentally cursed yourself.

This was easily the most irresponsible thing you’ve ever done: letting yourself be lured right back into Bada’s bed after she had passed you off like you meant nothing. You couldn’t believe how naive you had been; how enchanted you were by her every time. Staying here was setting yourself up for heartbreak, when she would inevitably ask you why you were still at the sorority.

You needed to leave.

Images of the night you had spent together flashed in front of your eyes, and you felt your lower stomach heat up.

You needed a lobotomy.

Slowly you grabbed a hold of Bada’s arm curled around your waist, the girl still sleeping serenely and entirely unaware of your panicked state, and moved it off of you. You paid close attention to her breathing, which remained even, and then deemed it safe enough to crawl out of bed. Your legs were wobbly once you stood, the strain caused by the position you had underneath her from the night before hitting you like a truck. You winced, groggily looking around as your eyes got used to the darkness and trying to navigate where your clothes had gone.

Before you could move to the other corner of the room, you felt a hand curl around your forearm. You gasped in surprise, whipping your head around to find Bada peering up at you through sleepy eyes. Your chest constricted painfully.

“Where ‘r you going?” She slurred, waking up slowly as the grip on your arm tightened.

“I…” You began, but the words got stuck in your throat once you saw the realization fall over her face. She frowned.

“Please don’t go,” Bada pleaded, voice much clearer this time though still hoarse with sleep, “Stay the night.”

“Bada, I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”

“Please,” She repeated, and she sounded so heartbroken you could die. “Let’s start over.”

You gazed back at her in wonder, trying to search her face for more clarity but all you found was too much. The look in her eyes was so vulnerable, so desperate.

She gave your arm a tug and whispered: “We can start over. Please get back in bed.”

You carefully moved your arm out of her grip, but she let go easily: not because she wanted to, but because she understood it wasn’t fair to hold you hostage. She wasn’t crying, but the way she looked up at you made you wish she was.

“I just- I’m going to use the bathroom.” You mumbled and immediately willed yourself to look away. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Your throat closed up painfully as you walked to the other side of the room and bent over to pick up your clothes. As you pulled your underwear on, you felt Bada’s prodding eyes in your back. With the rest of your clothes in your arms, you walked over to the door without sparing her a single glance, unlocked it and stepped out into the hallway. You clenched your jaw to hold back the tears from falling. The room remained quiet.

You found the bathroom right across Bada’s bedroom, and sat down on the shut toilet seat with your hands in your hair. You knew that you weren’t being totally unreasonable— so why did you feel like the worst, most cruel person in the world?

With a deep, shaky sigh you pulled your phone out of the pocket of your dress pants: it was 5:30am on the dot. Your roommate hadn’t responded to your text message yet, indicating that she had been fast asleep the entire time.

As you searched for an Uber in the area willing to drive this early, your phone dinged with a familiar notification.

Tinder.

You forgot you still had that installed.

You tapped the notification bubble and a familiar chat room opened up; one of Bada’s mirror selfies staring back at you at the top of the screen.

Today 5:36am fuck marry kill: kim tae ri, dick grayson, me

A breathless laugh escaped you.

Suddenly, you were filled with a clarity, thinking of the wave tattooed on her forearm.

You were willing to take the plunge.

Slowly, you stood up, leaving your clothes behind on the bathroom floor and headed back into Bada’s room. She was wide awake, face lit up by her phone screen as she looked up at you in apparent shock and gratitude.

You crawled back in bed, Bada’s arms curling back around your waist.

#bada lee x reader #swf2 #bada lee #street woman fighter 2 #bada lee smut #dalla!writes #i guess bada reads dc comics now idk

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peeves-gurl · 1 year ago

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Thighs

Fred Weasley × BigThigh! Female

i literally have no idea where this is coming from after a year of writing nothing.

Summary: She hates her thighs, but her boyfriend loves them, and he wants to make sure she knows.

Warnings: established relationship, self hate, body dismorphia, lots of fluff, pet names (sweetheart/baby/darling/ love), mention of pregnancy, 18+ MDNI!!

FEMALE CHARACTER HAS NO NAME, AND NO SPECIFIC SKIN/EYE/HAIR COLOUR (partly because i couldn't make my brain come up with so many details😭)

smut: oral fem recieving, thigh fucking, face sitting, unprotected p in v, praise, body worship, hickeys? idk

She looked at herself in the mirror, light makeup highlighting her features beautifully. The thin straps of the sundress hanging across her shoulders, the top resting just above her bust, not exposing much, but not showing anything either. The fabric was a light powder blue with tiny flowers along its length, and it hugged her figure perfectly. It was the perfect summer dress, upto her mid thigh.

She looked alright in her opinion, good even, but for her thighs. They were too thick, with too many stretch marks. The cellulite was dimpled and heavy, and jiggled with each movement of hers, and it truly disgusted her with herself. She was okay with her body, and honestly thought she was attractive when she was dressed well, like today, but her thighs were always the problem.

Gritting her teeth in annoyance, she flung open the door of her wardrobe that she shared with Fred, and picked out a different dress. It was a pale pink one, loose and long, and extended beyond her knees, hiding her biggest insecurity. Still slightly grumpy, she completed the finishing touches to her look, when she heard her boyfriend's voice from the door.

"You ready love?" Fred called out, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah. All done." She smiled, grabbing her purse and slipping on her sandals, before walking towards the handsome man. He was dressed in a white tank top vest and blue jeans, and a blue and white floral shirt wrapped around his broad shoulders, completing the summery look.

Fred held out his hand to her, and she delicately placed her much smaller one into his, and he gently pulled her closer to himself. Placing a tender kiss on his lips, she smiled up at him, admiring his beautiful eyes and perfect freckles and his signature Weasley hair that she loved so much.

Fred's eyes trailed down her body in admiration, before he turned back to meet her eyes with a puzzled look.

"You didn't wear that dress?" He asked sincerely, hoping to finally see her in it since she had been so happy buying it weeks ago.

"Not in the mood." She lied, and he nodded convincingly, though he was anything but convinced by her answer.

"Gorgeous, never the less," he said, complimenting her as he always did.

"You more," she smiled, kissing his cheek.

Since buying the dress, it was the only thing that she had talked about. She gushed over how her bag and sandals went perfectly with it, and how she'd style her hair whenever she'd get the chance to wear it. And now, she stood there, wearing something else, and Fred was sure there was more to it than she was showing.

They hurriedly locked their place and apparated to their destination, Lee Jordan's housewarming party. It was just a close knit celebration that he and his girlfriend, Andrea, were hosting together, since moving into their first appartment in London.

She blended quickly among the known faces, smiling and chatting with all their old friends and then joining Andrea and Angelina in a small tour of the appartment. The entire party then ended up in the living room, and she, along with Fred, George and Angelina hopped around their circle, enjoying the little reunion they were having with the entire gang from Hogwarts.

Fred couldn't help but look at her. He always thought her to be the most beautiful woman in the world, and himself to be the luckiest man in the world, to be able to call her his girlfriend. He loved looking at her hair, her soft makeup and her smile, but today it wasn't as big as it always was, and he knew it wasn't as real, and it physically hurt him to not know the reason for it. He was sure it had something to do with her dress, because every time someone complimented her tonight, there seemed to be a bit of hesitation before she uttered her usual 'thank you'.

She'd been saving it up for some 'special occasion', and as soon as Lee had called to extend an invitation to the party, she had been delighted at the idea of getting to wear it the way she had wanted. Fred was happy that she was happy, and now she wasn't, and he didn't know why.

It was nearly midnight when the party ended, and Fred and George finally bid goodbye, ready with their plan to spend the next day together at their shop, as per usual. She hugged Angelina, and then got hold of Fred's hand and apparated them back to their front door. Fred unlocked it and hung the keys in their spot as she headed back to their room to change into her pajamas. The feeling of her thighs touching each other under the dress made her want to throw up. She felt disgusting in her body and she just wanted to cover herself from head to toe and bury herself quietly into the blankets.

Her expression must have given it away, because Fred walked into the room right as she took out her pajamas.

"Hey," whisper into her ear, kissing her neck softly, and his hands circled her waist. "Don't change just yet, love. I haven't had the chance to admire you properly tonight."

"The dress is a bit uncomfortable", she replied, trying to stop her voice from breaking.

"Just a few minutes, please?" He requested, and she complied, twisting around in his arms to finally face him. His eyes were so full of love for her that it nearly made her cry, and when he leaned down to press his lips to hers, a stray tear managed to find its way down her cheek.

"Baby what's wrong?" He asked, gently wiping the tear away.

"Nothing, just tired," she lied.

"Why didn't you wear that dress today?" He asked again, and she repeated her previous answer of not being in the mood to wear it.

"Don't lie to me," he condemned softly, and she knew she was caught. "Tell me love, why didn't you wear it?"

The singular tear that had made its way out of her eyes was now followed by many more, and before she knew, she was a sobbing mess in front of her boyfriend. Fred pulled her into himself and comforted her, his hands gliding over her back and just letting her know that he was there, and he would be there forever.

When she had finally calmed down, Fred gently guided her over to their bed, and sat down, as she stood before him with puffy and swollen eyes. He slowly pulled her onto himself, making her straddle his lap and resting his hands across her back.

"What's the matter Princess?" he coaxed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "It's something about that dress isn't it?"

She breathed in deeply, contemplating weather she should tell him or not. Of course she can tell him, he's Freddie, her Freddie, and he'd always understand.

"Ihatemythighs" she blurted out in a single breath, only to find Fred looking down at her, amused.

"Try saying that slower baby? I'm not that smart," he joked, earning a small smile.

"I hate my thighs," she said finally. "They're fat and ugly and they move around a lot, and that dress reveals them too much."

"Don't say that darling!" Fred said seriously, upset over what she'd just said about herself. "I've seen you try that dress on and you looked gorgeous!"

"Those trial room lights make everything look good, but I look horrid in that dress." She said.

"Do not say that about yourself," Fred scolded. "You're the most beautiful woman I've seen, with the most beautiful body and the most beautiful thighs. I won't hear anyone talk like that about you, even if you're the one saying it."

"You'd obviously say that, you're my boyfriend," she reasoned.

"I'm not lying sweetheart, I swear. You don't have to be insecure about anything." He said, only to be matched with a blank look from her.

"You don't believe me." He stated in disappointment, settling his hands over her thighs, through her dress, his fingers steadily moving towards the hem. "Can I?" He asked cautiously, not wanting to make her any more uncomfortable. She took a deep breath before nodding, allowing him to flip it up and run his fingers on the smooth skin.

"I love you. Every thing about you is perfect. You've got the most beautiful face, and I can't stop looking at it. Your eyes, your lips, your cute button nose," he said, leaning in to peck it. "I love your hair, and you look gorgeous when you leave it down. I love your neck, and that tiny freckle on your collarbone." He buried his nose at the base of her neck, breathing her scent, and nibbling gently.

"I love your boobs, and I can't stop thinking about them when you're not around, and your bum too," he smiled cheekily as his hands trailed up her thighs to gently squeeze her ass, and then returned to their previous place. "I love your arms, the way they wrap around my neck when I kiss you. And those damn hands, those fingers, could very well be the death of me." He smiled, kissing her exposed shoulder, and then her upper arm a few times.

"And your stomach is so soft darling. I love just looking at it, thinking if someday you'd let me put a baby in there?" He smiled, earning back a smile and a nod from her. "Your pussy, baby. I'm not even going to say anything, because you know she's better than drugs. And I love your legs, especially when you show them off in pretty skirts and dresses. I love it when you wrap them around me and pull me closer when I make love to you."

"So pretty," he whispered, caressing her thighs, barely audible. "Such beautiful thighs baby, so soft. I want to bury myself into them right fucking now."

"Freddie, please" she whispered back, not even sure what she was pleading for.

"Can I baby? Please?" He said, running his fingers over the smooth skin, and she nodded without thinking.

Fred's arms looped around her back, holding her tight to himself as he stood up and turned them around. He gently lay her down on the bed and got on between her legs. Leaning down to kiss her deeply, he whispered praises to her, making her feel so loved.

He kissed her neck and collarbone, leaving a few stray hickeys, and then pushed the straps of her dress aside to show the same love to her shoulders. Looking up at her for confirmation, he slipped her dress off her body and tossed it away in the room.

She was there now, in nothing but a pair of panties, and she could feel her usual confidence seep back into her body. She reached for Fred and pulled him back in, kissing him passionately and lovingly. Her hands fisted his shirt and pulled it off him, soon followed by his tank top vest, leaving his torso as bare as hers.

"Hmm that's how I like it," he encouraged into the kiss. Soon enough, he moved to her breasts, biting and sucking, and the room was filled with her moans. He kissed his way down to her panties, and she lifted her hips to let him pull them down. He placed her legs over his shoulders, and she shut her eyes in anticipation.

Instead of going right to her clit, he began to kiss and caress her thighs. "They're so pretty sweetheart. Why would you ever dislike them?" He whispered, teasing the skin with his teeth. He licked up the length of her left thigh, but stopped short of where she needed him. He began to suck and nibble the flesh there, drawing moan after moan from her throat. Soon enough, he was repeating his actions on her right thigh, and she was getting hornier by the minute.

Finally, his tongue reached where she wanted, and her eyes rolled back into her head at the feeling. Her fingers found themselves intertwined in his hair, pulling and tugging each time he did something more pleasurable than he'd done previously. Her walls had began to clench around nothing, and the pleasure she felt was too much to hold back. She was so close to her climax, moaning Fred's name, at the edge of bursting, when Fred stopped his actions and pulled away. Groaning, she sat up to face him, as he smiled through his slick covered lips.

"Sit on my face," he demanded with a grin.

"What? No." She said breathlessly.

"Please baby, it's not something that we haven't done before," he reasoned.

"But my thighs are really big and you..."

"No buts, come on!" He said, lying flat on his back, waiting for her to climb onto him.

Still not very sure of the idea, she positioned herself, but didn't put any weight on him, choosing to hover over his face instead. A blush crept up her neck and made its way to her face at being so spread out in front of him.

Fred smiled and licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit, and her head hung back at the feeling, as he picked up right where he had left off. Seeing her pleasure, his hands caressed her ass, before he pulled her onto himself entirely. He moaned at the feeling of being between her thighs, and began eating her out with even more enthusiasm than before.

She was so lost in her pleasure that she forgot her insecurity and began grinding down his face once his tongue entered her, and her moans were reciprocated with his own. She was coming in mere minutes, and it was probably the one of the best orgasms she'd had.

As she came down from her high, she shifted back from his face, sitting on Fred's chest now. His eyes were drowsy and his face was covered in her slick, as he smiled up at her. She immediately felt something hard behind herself and instantly reached her hand out, unzipping his jeans and letting her hand slide under the waistband of his boxers to reach his dick. Fred groaned in pleasure when her hand brushed against his sensitive tip, and instinctively jerked his hips forward.

"Don't," he grunted, almost sounding pained. "I won't be able to hold it in."

"Then don't hold it in, Freddie." She smiled, leaning down to kiss him, moaning at her own taste all over his mouth. She quickly whispered a soft "I love you," only for him to hear.

"Want to fuck you baby," he said. "Please."

She let go of him at his request, and climbed off him. Her hands busied themselves with getting rid of his jeans and boxers, as he lay on the bed watching her. As soon as he was completely undressed, he sat up, and then proceeded to get off the bed, much to her confusion. He walked over to ger dresser, hurriedly tossing everything off it onto the chair next to it. He came back towards her then, offering his hand to her, and she took it, following him off the bed.

"Going to fuck your thighs today, baby." He declared, "Need you to know how much I love them. Is that okay?"

She nodded, letting him sit on the sturdy wooden table, with his back against the mirror, and stood right between his legs. One of his hands rested on her waist as he finally took his length in the other and guided it to her slit, rubbing it through her wetness and letting his head fall back against the mirror in pleasure. She had enough of his teasing now, so she quickly took matters into her own hands. Her fingers pulled away his own from his dick, and she wrapped her palm around him now. He let her take the lead, both his hands clutching onto her waist, and holding her in place. Spreading her hickey covered thighs a little, she guided his tip through the gap. He thrusted forward in relief, and he brushed perfectly against her clit, giving her just as much pleasure as him. His head now rested on her shoulder, and his moans went straight into her ears, turning her into a complete mess.

It was slow at first, since they had never tried this before, but once the pleasure built up, Fred's thrusts became more confident and sure, until he was close enough for them to become sloppy once more. She was just as close, her clit throbbing with each stroke against it.

"I'm so close baby," he whispered hoarsely. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside Freddie, please!" She replied, barely able to keep her eyes open. He immediately pulled her onto himself and she was straddling his lap now, her hand guiding his tip into her warmth. She sat down as soon as the tip was inside, completely sheathing him, and burying her face into his chest.

"So warm love. So good." He moaned, thrusting up into her mercilessly.

"You're so big Freddie. Could never get used to you," she said back in her state of complete haze. Her walls fluttered around him, and he connected their lips, his tongue intertwined hers as she came hard. Fred followed seconds later, his moans swallowed by her as their lips remained connected, and his warmth coated her insides.

She once again buried herself into his chest as they stilled, her arms in their rightful place around him, and his softening dick still inside her. He held her close to himself, warm breath fanning her back as his head rested on her shoulder.

"Baby?" He whispered after a few moments of silence, and his voice was laced with his usual mischief.

"Hmm?"

"Do you like your thighs yet? If not then I'd love to try again."

#fred and george #fred weasley #harry potter #weasley twins #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fanfics #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fluff #fredweasley #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley imagine #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter smut

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kitty-tea · 11 months ago

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The bad girl gets what she deserves

(Part 2)

Read part 1 here

(Link to masterlist)

I’m (probably) so sorry for making a part 2!🥺

UPDATE: I made a part three here

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader

NSFW 18+ Only! Graphic smut ahead!

Summary: After you congratulate Cedric on winning the Quidditch game, you both sneak into the library alone for a “study session” which leads to questions about if you’re ready for something more

A/N: I know the summary sucks I didn’t know how else to word it without giving the whole plot away.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings/tags: SUPER cheesy dialogue, graphic smut, fluff, oral sex (f receiving), pet names, semi-public oral sex, rule-breaking, Cedric and reader are of age, teasing, sneaking around, making out, might contain typos

After what happened in the Prefects’ bathroom, you were too hyped for many reasons to be able to go to sleep. The biggest one was that you couldn’t get over the fact that you literally hooked up with Cedric Diggory, the Captain and the Seeker for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, who also happened to be one of the most popular students in the entire school and someone who would be playing against your house’s Quidditch team in the next match.

You both had gotten dressed quickly and brushed your teeth and hair after getting out of the water. You were too nervous to make conversation with him, and you assumed he was too. Carrying the pile of dirty clothes in your hands, you bid each other goodbye before making your way into the Slytherin common room.

Your friends were waiting to bombard you with questions in your shared dorm.

“Where have you been?”

“You disappeared after dinner!”

“How long were you showering for?”

“What were you doing at the Hufflepuff table at dinner?”

You ignored their questions as you dumped your dirty clothes next to your bed.

“I’m just tired.” You lied. “I just want to go to sleep.”

“Don’t forget it’s Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin tomorrow. Make sure you have enough energy to watch the game!” One of them exclaimed.

Oh, I’ll have more than enough energy. Especially for Cedric. You thought to yourself as you pulled the blanket over your face and smiled.

He was all you ever thought about in your sexual fantasies ever since your mind became capable of conjuring such images. Even more than that, you admired his personality, he was like a breath of fresh air compared to the boys in your house who thought they had a chance with you. A hard-working, humble, and honest person like him was definitely something that you’ve been lacking in your life lately.

You mentally congratulated yourself for finally working up the nerve to make those fantasies come true.

“Yeah, save your voice. You’ll be screaming for our team.” You heard your other friend’s voice through your blanket.

Not like how I was screaming for Cedric earlier. You weren’t going to share that thought with your friends.

Being the opposite sex, you didn’t know how to read Cedric like you did with your friends, so it made sense to you that he didn’t seem to be as open with his feelings as you were. He was a boy, and boys are taught to keep their emotions bottled up which you hated. While it was flattering that he kept commenting about how beautiful you were during your encounter, there was something else you wanted to ask about him that itched at the back of your mind.

As the Hufflepuff players zoomed across the Quidditch field, your eyes searched for a certain set of yellow robes. You didn’t bother cheering with your housemates as Lee Jordan announced the Slytherin team’s entrance.

The game had already commenced when the two Seekers whipped past the other players in search for the Golden Snitch. There were as many people cheering for Malfoy as there were for Cedric. The only difference was which side of the pitch you were on.

Despite the majority of Lee’s commentary focusing on the action between the Chasers and the Keepers, your eyes were drawn to the flurry of yellow and green that constantly flew up, down, and between them. Watching something so fast was like a thrilling little game in your mind for testing your focus.

You couldn’t take your eyes off the two Seekers. Everything else you saw and heard around you became like white noise to you.

A few goals from both teams later, Lee’s commentary returned to the two Seekers when a Bludger came for them thanks to the four Beaters, causing one of them to lose the near-grip they had on the Snitch.

You and the rest of the spectators had to crane your necks to get a view of what Cedric and Malfoy were doing.

What happened was that Crabbe or Goyle, you didn’t care to tell them apart from far away, was aiming the Bludger at Cedric, but hit Malfoy instead, nearly knocking him off his broom. This gave Cedric an opportunity to grab the Snitch. Just like that, he had won the match for Hufflepuff, earning a chorus of loud groans from the people next to you.

While you were looking forward to congratulating Cedric, you were dreading the complaining and bickering you would be hearing from your housemates for the rest of the day.

“You’re too stupid to play on the team, my father will hear about this!” You could already hear Malfoy’s annoying voice yelling inside your head.

It wasn’t hard to find Cedric at the after-match party in the Great Hall. He was surrounded by his teammates and his friends. All the players had gone to get changed into more comfortable clothes while everyone else was still in their uniforms. Your hair bounced behind you as you weaved through the crowd. You rolled your eyes at the bickering coming from the Slytherin team.

“That was a stupid move Goyle, you should’ve let Malfoy handle himself against Diggory then maybe he would’ve had enough time to catch the Snitch!” Came from Adrian Pucey.

“What was I supposed to do?!” Goyle argued back. “I was making myself useful by doing something!”

“Well, now you’re even more useless!” Pucey scoffed.

“Shut up, you lot! Do you want a teacher to hear us?” Terence Higgs shushed them with a finger to his mouth and loudly whispered, “I don’t want Madam Hooch to hear us fighting and suspend us from Quidditch!”

He had a point even if you didn’t care about their stupid infighting. If they did happen to get suspended from Quidditch, you would still have Cedric’s matches to look forward to.

Speaking of whom, you saw a perfect opportunity to get closer to him as his teammates went in and out of conversations with the rest of their house.

With his back to you, you got on your tiptoes and used your fingers to cover his eyes.

“Surprise.” You whispered into his ear, making him turn around and you let go of him.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” You thought the memories of last night must have been coming back to him as a blush crept up his cheeks.

“Of course you didn’t. Your back was turned to me.” You quipped, smiling at him. “That was quite a fight you put with Malfoy in the game.”

“I wouldn’t say I fought him, but I know what you mean.”

“I’ve got an idea.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and slid your palm up his chest. “How about we sneak away from here, just the two of us, and catch up on some studying at the library?” You eyed him from his lips to his eyes, hoping he’d catch on.

“S-Studying? Right now?” Oh, so that’s how he wanted to play.

“Come on, Cedric. You know I loved our study session last night. Even though it wasn’t at the library.” You smirked. You adored the flustered look he’d get on his face when you’d act flirty with him whether it’d be in your conversations or you just eye-fucking him from across the room.

“I guess I could use some studying. Where’s Madam Pince?”

“Don’t worry she’s over there talking with Snape.” You pointed across the room.

The whole school was too focused on their conversations with each other to notice you and Cedric sneaking out of the Great Hall. In the event that someone inquired about your absence later, you would tell them you were in the library studying. Only one of those things was true.

Thankfully, no one was lingering outside in the corridors where you and Cedric decided to join hands.

“We better do a quick check around the library to see if anyone else is hiding.” Cedric said once you both stepped into the room.

You nodded before you decided on which sections you would each cover.

Since you couldn’t go into the restricted section to check it for yourselves, you agreed to move somewhere as far away from it as possible without being close to the library entrance.

You were seated with your legs crossed on one of the tables in the upstairs area while Cedric sat on the chair next to you.

He reached his hand out and twirled a strand of your hair around his fingers. He looked at your face as if to say something, but stopped himself.

You didn’t want to push him further, so you filled in the awkward silence. “I forgot to say to you, congratulations.”

“Thank you. Never actually thought someone from another house would congratulate me, let alone a Slytherin.”

His eyes were transfixed to yours as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you off the table and onto his lap, so that your legs were dangling from his side and your left arm was wrapped around his neck. You couldn’t stop being mesmerized by his eyes which you frequently thought about while pleasuring yourself.

“You are so beautiful.” You’d never get tired of hearing him say that.

You brought your free hand up his hair where you lightly ran your fingernails over his scalp. You felt the heat growing between your thighs at the sight of him closing his eyes at the pleasurable sensation. You could have sworn you heard him muttering something about how good it felt.

You couldn’t resist squirming and squeezing your thighs together at the sound of him begging. Not long after, you felt something poke at your ass, and you knew exactly the effect your movements had on Cedric.

You continued to massage his scalp as you leaned forward and planted a trail of kisses from his neck to his lips.

You saw his big hand wrap around your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on the inside. The ache between your legs was bordering on unbearable as he squeezed the handful of flesh that was covered by your black tights.

“What have you done to me?” Cedric grunted out hoarsely.

“Didn’t I just give you the most mind-blowing sex last night? And plus it’s what you do to me too. I know that you made me cum harder than I’ve ever made myself. You’re all I ever think about when I touch myself. I can’t ever cum without imagining what it’d be like if it were you instead of my fingers making me feel so good.”

You smirked at seeing Cedric’s reaction when you bluntly admitted to him about your sinful activities. You thought you could never get over how cute he looked with his red cheeks accompanied by his deep breathing and his eyes that nervously darted to anywhere but your own.

“Maybe I should give you a little taste too.” You lifted your skirt higher but not high enough to show your crotch. You caught a feral look in his eyes as his eyes widened. He lifted you up and slammed your ass down on the table but not hard enough to hurt you.

You leaned your head back as you wrapped your legs around him and rubbed yourself against his body, desperate to create friction where it ached the most.

“Fucking hell. Please, Cedric. I want you to eat me out.” You were expecting yourself to sound like a depraved whore.

“Of course, Love.” You could’ve melted at whatever pet name he gave you even if he actually did call you a dirty whore. He gave you a quick peck on the lips. But you wanted more than that, so you pulled him in by his T-shirt, holding him in place along with your thighs wrapped around him, as you let your lips connect deeper and deeper with each other’s. In your state of drunken lust, you couldn’t think of anything else except for your desire to keep tasting his lips. As if acting on instinct, you both started to thrust your hips against each other’s, too entranced by the sounds of the deep breaths being exchanged.

You were so into your make out session that you almost didn’t hear voices entering from below the mezzanine. Apparently, you and Cedric heard them at exactly the same time because you pulled away at once, widening your eyes at each other, as if both of your lips electrocuted each other’s. Cedric gave you room to get down from the desk and you both made sure to not have yourselves be seen.

“Fuck! It’s Pince and Snape!” You whispered, both of your heads peeking out from behind a bookcase.

“I’m sure I can help you find exactly what you’re looking for before your classes tomorrow, Severus.” You heard Madam Pince say.

“Very well, Irma.” Snape said. “You of all people know how imperative it is to have these books for my seventh year students. Which is precisely why I came to you, seeing as how you’re the only one I can trust to help me find the appropriate materials.”

You and Cedric both let out an exhale as you saw the two staff members walking towards one of the bookshelves. You were relieved that the potions section was nowhere near where you were.

“You mentioned Pince hasn’t ever caught you touching yourself in her library, right?” Cedric lowered his voice to the same volume as yours was at.

You nodded.

“I’ve got an idea.” You thought you saw a playful smile on his face as he put a hand on the small of your back and guided you back to the same desk in the corner you were previously at.

You knew what he wanted. He was going to see how quiet you could be without getting caught.

“Do you think you could be a good girl and not get caught?” You were right, after all.

He trailed his hands under your skirt until they caught on the waistband of your underwear and tights.

“I’ve never been caught and I never will be.” You whispered determinedly as you got on your tiptoes and gave his lips a kiss.

“This should be no different. Except I’m here.”

“And they’re here.” You gestured to where you last heard the two other voices. “Isn’t it exciting? Doing something so naughty with the threat of getting caught?”

You grabbed a hold of your shoes and threw them aside before Cedric hooked his fingers under the waistband of your undergarments and slid them down your legs.

“I’ve never done something sneaky like this before.” Cedric chuckled quietly.

Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest that you were afraid it would jump out to where Snape and Pince were downstairs.

As soon as you planted your ass and your hands on the desk, Cedric could see how wet your pussy was when he knelt down.

Without losing eye contact, he took one of your ankles in one hand and planted his lips over and over on every inch of exposed skin on that limb until his head disappeared under your skirt. That’s when you clamped your hand over your mouth to stifle a whimper that threatened to rip through you as you felt his tongue trace the slightest bit along your pussy lips. Not even your wildest sexual fantasies could’ve prepared you for how weak he was making you feel, and he had barely even tasted you.

The second time his tongue was on you, he pushed it between your inner lips and even into your opening before pulling it up and swirling it around your clit. A wave of pleasure ran through your body which made you throw your head back. If you were alone in the library, you would’ve screamed at him, demanding that he’d never stop.

Cedric gathered the fabric of your skirt in his hand, revealing his eyes to you, which he kept on you this whole time. You knew he wanted to watch as you fell apart under his control just as it had been last night.

As if what he was doing to your clit wasn’t enough, he took the little bundle between his lips and sucked on it. Your breath continued to come out in shallow bursts as he held your gaze, making you squirm against his mouth. You were gripping the edge of the table so hard that your knuckles were turning white.

You tried anything you could do to muffle the screams that threatened to escape your body whether it’d be biting your thumb, biting your lip, or holding your breath.

It was obvious he knew how much you loved having your clit touched. It wasn’t long before you were rocking your hips against his mouth, so desperate for your orgasm which was approaching at an alarming rate.

Placing a foot on his shoulder, you maneuvered yourself so that you could open your legs further, giving him better access, enabling him to reach places he hadn’t before.

With each flick of his tongue that spanned from your entrance to your swollen clit, you felt that familiar tightening sensation in your body expand until you couldn’t hold onto it anymore. Your orgasm crashed down on your body, tipping you over the edge, making you shake under his control. You couldn’t help it as your thighs were shaking and squeezing his head on both sides. You knew it wasn’t enough to hurt him, though. Despite using all of the strength from both of your hands to cover your mouth, there was a soft muffle that escaped from you and you hoped that you and Cedric were the only ones that heard it.

Your head fell forward as you finally came down from your orgasm. You took deep breaths to calm yourself down, as Cedric got up from his position on the floor. He reached his fingers towards you, and you felt another shudder going through you as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips brushing against your cheek before kissing you on the other side.

The look he gave you was something you’d only dreamed about as a little girl, having someone so handsome look at you as if you were the most beautiful treasure he’d ever laid eyes on. You knew you wanted more intimate moments like this with him beyond just sex, but you weren’t completely sure if he wanted the same.

“Irma, I assure you I am capable of carrying these books on my own. I don’t require your help.” Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard those two pairs of footsteps echo throughout the nearly empty space, along with their voices.

“Your classroom is in the dungeons. I won’t have you risk carrying such a heavy load long distance. There’s too many things that could happen. What if a student trips you? Or you could fall down the stairs. Then the books would be ruined.” Madam Pince sounded like she was on the verge of panicking with the way she was talking about her precious books, and you suppressed a giggle at the mental image of Snape clumsily tripping and falling on his face.

“Very well, then. We will bring these books to my classroom. Then you and I can resume keeping those dunderheads from acting up in the Great Hall.” Snape huffed.

“Boys will be boys.” You could picture Madam Pince rolling her eyes behind her stack of books she was carrying.

You and Cedric let out a breath of relief as the two pairs of footsteps faded out of earshot.

“I thought they’d never leave.” You sighed.

“I’ve been wondering…” Cedric spoke up after a moment of silence. He scratched the back of his neck as his eyes darted from yours to some random bookshelf. You didn’t understand what was stopping him from speaking his mind. You knew you were just as intimidating as he was shy which was only in certain situations. Why was he acting shy all the sudden after you slept with each other?

“I think you’re really beautiful.” You could tell there was more that he wanted to say.

“And I think you’re really handsome.” You threw back playfully, attempting to ease him. You planted your bare feet on the ground and pecked his lips. The conversation was paused as you took the time to get decent, hooking your legs through your panties before doing the same with your tights.

“I mean, it’s okay if all you want to do with me is to sleep together. I’m sure you have plenty of boys telling you how gorgeous you are. I know you can get any guy you want, and I’m not really sure why you chose me.” He was right, you could get any guy you wanted and that guy happened to be Cedric.

“What?” You couldn’t believe that’s all he thought he was good for. “No, Cedric. I really do fancy you. And I want us to do so much more together than just have sex… And I want to go out with you.” You awkwardly pushed that last sentence out as you avoided his eyes and fidgeted with your fingers.

It was as if Cedric was taking your breath away as he put his finger under your chin and tilted it up, making you look into his eyes.

“I want to go out with you too, Darling.” He whispered and instantly brought your lips together.

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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab) // chan x fem!reader (afab)

genre: nonidol/collegegrad!felix. waitress!reader. college au. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. friends to enemies to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining. cheating. abusive boyfriend/ex. drama galore. the sexual tension is REAL in this one.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. felix is reader's estranged childhood bestie. chan is low-key an asshole in this ngl. heavy topics are mentioned such as: abusive/toxic relationships, cheating, and pathological lying. the summer vibes are real in this one. there will be humor/fluff throughout to balance everything. and ofc smut too because who am i if not a whore for filthy felix smut. 😉

word count: 4.7k

summary: ever since you were born, all you've ever known is living a simple life in the small australian coastal town of bridgeport bay. you're content with working at your parent's beachside restaurant angel waves for the rest of your life, and you're happy with your place in the world - you have good friends and an even better boyfriend. that is, until everything comes to a standstill when a familiar face from the past visits town for the summer. and in the wake of his return, lee felix upturns everything you thought you were content with here in your comforting little beach town.

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“Hey Y/N, can you please get the next table? I think Jordan just seated another customer.” Your best friend Yeji asked you in a light, cheery voice. She was walking past you into the kitchens, both hands full of dirty dishes, her midnight black hair blowing in the breeze that rushed into the restaurant from the open windows that lined the entire place.

“Sure thing babe!” You gave her a playful wink, offering up a faint smile before you finished helping ring up another customer’s order.

Just like every other weekend, your parent's restaurant - Angel Waves - was bustling with activity, as a solid line formed outside the doors with patrons waiting to snag a seat in the popular joint. A mix between a tropical tiki bar and a fish shack, Angel Waves - or AW for short - was located just off of the beach. With a wrap-around porch and huge bay windows that offered stunning views of the beautiful cerulean sea just a few feet away, AW had been a critically-acclaimed restaurant by the locals for decades.

Initially, it had been your father’s dream to open up a restaurant. But then he married your mother, and things took off soon after the wedding. In no time at all, she was pregnant with you while simultaneously helping your father build the restaurant from the ground up. To date, he had added three more parts to the place, making it rather expansive. With the bright neon signs and fire-burning torches that lined the perimeter of it, AW could be spotted on the shoreline from miles away. The inside was decorated rather plainly, with bright pops of tropical colors here and there and wooden chairs lined throughout the area.

But at night, the vibes of the restaurant came to life. As the patrons at the seated bar grew louder, the tropical music increased in volume and added to the overall atmosphere of laid-back tourists and locals alike.

Having grown up in Bridgeport Bay, which was a small seaside town in the East part of Australia, you were used to the leisurely way of things. But to some, it would seem like everyone around was just lazy. When in fact, people knew how to have a good time - and that was all that mattered to a lot of locals.

Including yourself.

Your parents had raised you in the small house that was just off the backside of the restaurant, so the tropical way of life had always been the only thing you had known. You didn’t mind living the same daily routine - waking up early to help with chores, then attending classes at the local university, before arriving back at the restaurant in time to help with the night shifts. Plus, it helped that one of your best friends, Yeji, had been working with you at the restaurant since she was a young teenager.

Now, at the tender age of twenty-two, you were well acquainted with your surroundings. You were set in stone about what you wanted to do with your life. And after you finished getting your degree in Environmental Science, you hoped to aid in the environmental impact of Bridgeport Bay, since environmental efforts were one of your biggest passions in life.

As you stared around the dimly lit restaurant that was busy with customers and servers alike, you felt yourself come alive under the energy of it all. And getting a hint of the salty sea breeze on your tongue, you made to help the newest customer in placing their order.

The early June sun was just beginning to set over the horizon of the ocean, painting the brilliant light blue sky in shades of violets and fuchsias. Your attention was momentarily pulled away from your task at hand, as you were completely captivated by the look of the rippling water shining underneath the fading sunlight.

But you quickly snapped yourself out of your daze, already grabbing hold of your notepad and pen as you came up to the new table you were waiting on. Without looking up, you began to write down the time and your name on the top corner of the paper, like you always did before taking an order. “Hi, welcome to Angel Waves. My name’s Y/N and I’ll be your server. What can I get started for you tonight?”

There was a pause on the customer’s end, and the noise of the restaurant overtook all of your senses for a few moments, but then everything dimmed out into a faint hum as the customer spoke.

“Hi… Y/N.”

Immediately, without even giving it a second thought, your head shot up from the piece of paper on your notepad that you had been previously staring at.

Heart hammering in your chest, throat constricting in anxiety, with the flush already clawing up your neck and pooling in either of your cheeks.

All at the sight of…

Him.

Lee Felix.

The boy that you had grown up with. The one that had moved in next door to your restaurant when you were five years old. The one who had attended preschool, middle school, and high school with you.

The boy who had been your best friend in the entire world for over a decade.

And also, the single most person whom you hadn’t talked to in over four years.

But no- he was no longer a boy.

No- as he sat there, peering up at you with that familiar face of his, you suddenly came to acknowledge the years that had passed between the two of you.

Evidently, his time away at university for four years in South Korea changed him. Drastically.

From the long, sandy bleached-blonde locks that fell across his forehead, to the milky, blemish-free skin. His eyes were darker, too. More intense. And the sharp lines of his face were almost startling - with a jaw that could cut through steel, a proud nose, and prominent cheekbones.

He was no longer the awkward and geeky boy he had grown up with. The boy who had short, cropped black hair in his senior year of high school and braces for three years, and cystic acne that lasted well into his junior year of high school.

He looked…

Like a fully grown man.

And you didn’t know how to feel about that.

It made your stomach turn in a sickening kind of way. Made your heart pound against your ribcage painfully.

He was staring up at you, watching your blatant perusal of him in silence with a ticked-up, perfectly manicured dark eyebrow.

But some things hadn’t changed, at least, as he flashed you that tiny, easy smile he always seemed to have plastered on his face.

“F-Felix- wow, hi. I-” You began, stammering over your words in your utter surprise. You felt your eyes widen from your stupid blubbering, and the panic chilled down your spine from the way that he laughed heartily at your reaction to him sitting in front of you. “It’s uh- good to see you again, holy fuck.”

“Yeah, you too…” He finally pulled his gaze from yours, offering you some respite from the intensity of his matured eyes. You took in a deep breath as his focus scanned over the restaurant all around you. “Glad to see this place hasn’t changed one bit since the last time I came around these parts.”

“What brings you back to the coast?” You asked, rocking onto the backs of your heels like you always did when you were nervous. Bridgeport Bay was a small town that was connected to a set of other ones similar to it, which all lined the same coast of Eastern Australia.

After all, soon before he left to study in South Korea, he had vowed to you that he’d never step foot in ‘this hellish beach town’ ever again.

Obviously, he had proven himself wrong.

He shrugged broad shoulders, making you realize how much his physique had changed too. He was fitted in a loose t-shirt and faded jeans, but you could just barely make out the outlines of muscles underneath the baggy fabric. His back was proud and he sat up completely straight in his chair, the opposite of how he used to be in your childhood - always slouched and with thin, frail limbs. He was still petite in stature, but now made up for his lack of height with muscle. Even so, he still outranked you in height by a good three inches.

He was acting like it was no big deal - like none of it was a big deal. Not him coming back to Bridgeport after such a long time and looking so different from how you had known him as. “I just graduated, so I decided to spend the summer back at my parent’s place before I decide what I wanna do with my life.” Felix leaned over in his seat then, leveling you with that stare he always gave whenever he was trying to get a read on your feelings. “What about you? I see you’re still working for your folks…”

His voice trailed off. And if you didn’t know him any better, you’d assume that he had a pretentious air about him. Sure, he was the scrawny boy that had shipped off to South Korea, only to come back four years later looking hot as hell with a solid education and most-likely loads of crazy stories to tell to everyone who’d listen.

You, on the other hand, were still stuck in the same position that you had always been in. Living in Bridgeport Bay, in your parent's house, and helping work the restaurant while attending school at a nearby university.

It was comforting, in a sense, to have the same daily routine. But you could also acknowledge the fact that Bridgeport Bay was a fairly quiet place - in other words, not much happened. Most people your age had already moved away as soon as they graduated from high school, either traveling to the big city of Sydney to get a degree or going overseas to bigger and better places.

And there you were… still stuck in the same turquoise-walled bedroom from your childhood, with the same group of three friends, and waking to the same view every single morning. The brilliant pinks and oranges of the sunrise against the ocean water got old in about… two days.

Folding your arms across your chest, you almost felt like you were trying to protect yourself from him. Lee Felix, who had been your childhood best friend. But who, unbeknownst to you, had turned into this ethereal, untouchable beast of a man in the absence of your friendship. It felt foreign and odd, to have him studying you so intently with those dark eyes. “Yeah, I’m still living here in Bridge… same friends, same habits, you know how it is around these parts.” You tried to laugh off the awkwardness you suddenly felt, but your tone came out all flat and warbled.

Felix was still staring up at you, but this time, his gaze melted exponentially. So much so, that it suddenly felt like you were the one staring into his soul - picking apart his emotions as he sat there in front of you, head tilted up in curiosity. And the feelings you saw dance across his eyes, for just a split second, made your heart tumble in the pit of your chest.

“Same friends, huh?” He asked, but it wasn’t a question he was seeking an answer for. After that, his focus was yanking away from you, as he looked down at the menu before him on the table. You watched his adam’s apple bob up and down, throat constricting as he took in a sharp breath.

You could feel the air shift around you as soon as you mentioned friends. Because besides Yeji and Felix, the only other person you had truly had a connection with in Bridgeport Bay was… Christopher Bang. The two of you had met during your freshman year of high school and had been quite inseparable ever since. You had a raging crush on him, and apparently, he had one on you too - since he had asked you out on your first-ever date at the start of your final year in high school.

By the time you all were graduating from Bridgeport Bay High, you and Chris were the it couple. With him being the popular soccer jock, it was only right that you started to get popular as well - since you were the ‘hot girlfriend’ who was always hanging on his arm. Chris was nice and funny and was friends with literally all of the high schoolers in the area, so you liked being around him.

But the more time you spent with him, the less you spent with Felix. And by the time graduation rolled around, your friendship had suffered big time from your new relationship with Chris. Felix didn’t approve at all of the two of you guys dating. He had always waved off your swooning throughout the years as ‘hormonal imbalances,’ but as soon as the two of you became official, his entire tune changed.

All of a sudden, he was getting angry at you. With such a short temper, he would have outbursts during most of your hangouts. And it wasn’t until the night of your graduation that all of the building tension finally broke, like a pinprick to a fragile balloon full of water.

The night had ended in a colossal blow-up on both of your ends - with Felix’s anger exploding in your face and making him out to be some ugly, dark boy. And definitely, not the kid you had grown up to love and care for. During the argument, he had finally admitted that he hated Chris' guts - that he saw right through his little scheme, and he thought the guy was a horrible match for you.

Of course, you retaliated tenfold by throwing his singleness in his face. Since, during the entirety of your high school years, he had never once dated any girl. That insult was low for even you, and soon had him storming off the scene, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat from your stubbornness. You hadn’t listened to him the whole time, only registering the fact that he didn’t approve of you and Chris being together. Like he was your fucking dad and he needed to give his consent to every man you loved and dated.

And that turned out to be the last time the two of you ever saw or talked to each other for the next four years. Since just a week after graduation, Felix had completely vanished from Bridgeport Bay. When you went over to his house to make things up, his parents informed you that he’d already left for South Korea earlier than expected.

His absence didn’t fully register until you tried to call and text him that night, only to be left with an error message in return. Since he was moving to a different country, he needed to change his phone number. He had already informed you of such a thing weeks earlier, and the two of you had planned on setting up a special app where you could text. But the two of you had forgotten about such a detail in the business of graduation season, so there was no way to contact him.

Instead, you were faced with living in the wake of his departure - you were forced to relive the big fight between the two of you for months after that, rehashing things and stewing over all of the feelings again and again. And finally, after a year of being heartbroken over the shattered friendship with your best friend in the entire world, you decided to move on.

To bigger, and better things.

Like the friends you still had in Bridgeport Bay, going to university, and working at the restaurant.

And, Chris too.

Since your relationship had only blossomed from there, having quickly turned into a four-year ordeal of fun dates and long night chats and walks along the sandy beachside in the late afternoon sunset.

“I’ll have the salmon bowl with brown rice, please.” Felix’s deep timbre pulled you out of your daze of thought, shocking you back into the present. You were still standing there at his table, in the middle of a busy dinner rush, waiting for his order. “Oh, and a side of fried pineapple rings too.”

“Okay, and what kind of drink would you like with all of that?” You asked, mind turning off and zoning into work mode as you wrote down his order. “We have all kinds of-”

“I know what you guys serve, Y/N. I’m not a complete idiot.”

His deadpan retort came out in that unfamiliar voice of his, automatically ripping your eyes away from your notepad.

And there he was, peering up at you again.

But this time, his eyes were a lot more hooded - darker, even. Swimming with tension, his sharp jaw pulled taut in what appeared to be annoyance.

Before you could even get another word out, he was speaking again. In that raspy, deep tone, and you had no idea how you could get used to all of the changes at once. “I’ll take a coke- if that’s okay.”

You nodded, once, your tongue feeling like lead in your mouth. It was heavy and hard to move to form any more words, so you decided against talking and just flitted away from his table altogether with his order.

As you were passing by the open bar, you tossed Jordan, one of your coworkers, a pointed look. “Take care of table seven for me, will ya?” You motioned with a slight tilt of your head to where Felix was sitting across from the window.

Jordan frowned, eyes turning to slits as soon as he registered who was sitting at the table. The two of you had never been particularly friends, since he was a few years older than you. But he had been working as a waiter/bartender at AW for the past seven years and knew all of the regulars who came by. He also knew who Felix was, and what he meant to you.

“The little bastard giving you any trouble, darling?” He asked in a low voice as he slid a full glass of craft beer across the porcelain countertop to a waiting elderly man. “I can take care of him if you-”

“What? No, no,” you said frantically, waving your hands in the air to stop him from going any further. Eyes shifting back to Felix, you registered the way that he was sitting there, shoulders slightly slumped in his seat, as he stared out the large window to his left side, examining the lapping waves of the seashore. “No- I just… I can’t handle all of… that tonight.”

Jordan gave you a soft smile, flashing a wink your way before he was back mixing another cocktail for a new customer. “You know I’ll always cover for your ass, baby girl.”

You giggled quietly at his absurd pet names. You knew that he was never seriously calling you any of them, but it was more in an affectionate, brotherly kind of way. Plus, he was viscerally gay, so you never had to worry that the nicknames were ever alluding to more than just a coworker-to-coworker friendship.

By the time you left the bar where Jordan was busily working and filed into the kitchen, you were once again swept up in the chaos of it all. Servers and managers bustling about, chefs shouting orders out at each other. And in no time at all, your mind was drowned in your work and you no longer could hold any space for the thought of him.

Yeji failed to catch sight of him in her busyness, which you were thankful for. She and Felix had been friends in high school, but no one had been as close to him as you had. At least, until your colossal fight on graduation night. Then, even you weren't close to Lee Felix.

The night passed by rather quickly, as you heeded your parent's commands and helped out with the dinner rush as best as you could - taking orders, scrubbing dishes in the back of the kitchen, and cleaning up tables after customers had left their spots.

By the time closing hour was nearing at eleven o'clock, most of the customers had left for the night - save for a few couples dispersed throughout the place and a rowdy group of men who had steadily gotten drunker on their liquor as the hours passed. Jordan was somehow managing them swimmingly, playing into their flirtations and pouring them drinks that were ‘on the house,’ but really, just made a bigger cut in his tip paycheck.

You were so invested and focused on your work at the register, as you sorted through all of the orders from that night, that you failed to notice the shadow that was slinking across the wall, coming towards you steadily.

But finally, the dark figure was upon you and snaking two strong arms around your waist, pulling you away from the front counter and pressing your back against a chiseled chest.

Already sensing who it was, you giggled softly and turned your head up to look into the eyes of your boyfriend, Chris, whom you had been dating for the past five years. He had always said that he didn’t want anything ‘too serious’ and that he was happy with just dating you until the last of his days. And to be honest, you weren’t complaining all that much.

Although, you sometimes got bothered by the thought of never getting to marry the man you had loved for so long. Once in a while, you’d get into this odd annoying spell where you’d be angry that he never wanted to make a complete and solid life with you - and instead wanted to continue dating happily like the two of you were still in high school.

But in the end, you always managed to push those frustrated thoughts away, deeming everything to be alright since you could do anything if it meant living the rest of your days out with the love of your life, Chris.

“When did you get here?” You asked, as you reached up and twisted a few fingers through his midnight coils. They were curly and stood up at all different ends, something you had always loved about him. That, and his killer body.

“Just a second ago- thought I’d surprise you and take you out to dinner after your long, hard day at work…” His voice trailed off, as his hands squeezed down on your shoulders, long fingers massaging the aches and pains away.

You felt a sly smirk already starting to spread across your mouth as you leaned into him and pressed a wanting kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you were talking in a quiet voice. “Give me a few minutes, I’m almost done with my sorting.”

Just as you tried to escape from his grasp, Chris tightened his hold over you, arms encircling your waist and pressing your ass into the front of his sweatpants. You could feel the hardness there, just through the line of the thin fabric.

Oh, so we wanted the night to result in that kind of date.

“Nah- I’m not letting you go,” he mumbled in a deep voice, mouth coming close to your ear as he whispered into it, warm breath fanning against the exposed span of your neck. “Been thinking about you all day baby, want you so bad tonight…”

He let the rest of his words trail off, forcing an ugly blush to bleed into either of your cheeks. Then he was spinning around so that he was completely facing you. The darkness of the restaurant cast a shaded glow over his broad shoulders, as he pressed into you with a sardonic smile plastered across his face.

“What’s so funny, mister?” You asked, tracing a finger over the line of his jaw as he tilted down into you and gave your nose a light peck.

“Nothing, just… I love riling you up like this when you’re at work. Feels… exhilarating.”

Then you had no time to react, as his face was moving and capturing your lips up in a lustful kiss. His mouth was plush and familiar against yours, and immediately, you were melting into his firm grasp, moaning softly at the way that one of his hands trailed down the curve of your ass, squeezing the covered skin there.

You guys were practically making out at the front counter of the restaurant, for everyone else to see. And in most normal circumstances, you’d feel embarrassed. But at the moment, you just felt overwhelmed with love and desire for your amazing, handsome boyfriend Chris.

As your fingers carded through his curly locks, bringing his face closer to yours as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, asking for entrance, your eyes shot open. Scanning the entire room, your focus caught on the front door, and the person who was slipping out of it in silence.

And there he was, once again.

Lee Felix.

Your once-best friend,

Your once long-time neighbor,

Your once-classmate for more than ten years.

He was standing there at the front door, halfway stepping through it. But his body was turned around so that he was staring straight at… you. As you were practically getting groped by your boyfriend in the middle of Angel Waves, as your mouth was getting absolutely devoured by Chris’ lips.

And the look he gave you then, as your gazes locked in a shocking bout of tension, left you feeling both furious and confused all at the same time.

His eyes studied your form, which was so tangled up with your boyfriend’s at the moment. And even from across the room, you could see the feelings that crossed his coffee-brown irises as he watched you in silence.

There was sadness there,

And pain, too.

But also…

An irrevocable amount of… ire too.

The heat of jealousy that you found there burned like fire in the back of your throat, making your heart tumble around in your chest and the butterflies to flicker around in a frenzy just inside your stomach.

The sight of it all forced an agonizing zap of energy to course through your veins, rising your spine and causing gooseflesh to erupt across your skin.

Then, as quickly as you had registered it, it was all gone.

And he was leaving out the front door, the bell at the top of the glass jingling in the remaining trace of his departure.

There you stood, having to deal with the confusion that bled through your mind and the anxious jumbling that floated around your entire body.

And the worst part about it?

Was that the entire time, you had never stopped kissing Chris.

Never stopped yanking on his locks, allowing Chris to take parts of you in front of everyone else.

In front of… him.

You had continued to feverishly make out with your boyfriend, all the while your attention had been distracted on Lee Felix, and the way that he had stared at you so wholly and starkly.

Almost like, the two of you were playing in a silent battle of the wits.

With him, having always disapproved of your relationship with Christopher Bang.

And you, having been in love with Chris for the past eight years.

In the end, you had chosen your respective sides - what with you dating the love of your life, and Felix sitting on the sidelines, giving you an air of rebuttal as he stared on in barely masked disgust.

But you didn’t care what he thought. You weren’t living for him and you didn’t give two shits about any of his opinions. Especially after everything that had happened and from the way that you hadn’t spoken in literal years.

Yeah, you definitely didn’t care about what he thought.

So why, then, did the look he give you just before he left the restaurant, cause your heart to race so much?

Why did it cause a cold sweat to break out across your brow?

Why did it flood your mind so much, that you could no longer focus on anything else?

Like an intoxicating drug, like the most lethal of poisons, he was infecting your entire being.

With his changed physique and persona and voice and… everything.

But especially, the way that he had glanced at you so sardonically.

So darkly.

So painfully.

So…

Sinfully.

To be continued...

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Hey Little Train 2 [Fred Weasley x Reader]

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Title: Hey Little Train 2/5 (5 part mini series)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader {Established Relationship/ Engaged}

Timeline: Set immediately after the war up to 4 years later.

Summary: The memoirs of a broken woman after the death of her beloved.

Warnings: SAD FIC. This one will hurt. Mentions of death, grief, depression, suidical thoughts. Suicide. Loss and pain, a lot of crying. Smut, sexual references, graphic sex. Dreams. Female reader.

Word count: 1.5k

Heavily inspired by Nick Cave & the bad seeds’ O Children’, the unofficial song of Harry Potter.

Hey little train! We are all jumping on

The train that goes to the Kingdom

We're happy, Ma, we're having fun

And the train ain't even left the station

"Oi that's mine! See, FG! You're GF, prat."

The sound of a boys voice pulled you out of your anxious thoughts as you sat on one of the platforms of King's Cross preparing for your first journey to Hogwarts. You watched in amusement as the boy, or rather two boys that looked eerily similar squabbled over a singular trunk on a trolley. They were accompanied by another three boys, some older and some younger, and a little girl, all with matching red hair that seemed to glow under the lights like a burning fire. They were followed, herded would be a more apt description, by a small but mighty woman who shared their hair colour and urged them along like a sheepdog herding the flock. You couldn't help but giggle as you watched the two identical boys quarrel, slightly pushing eachother before getting a warming tap to the back of the head in perfect synchronisation from who you assumed to be their mother. They both seemed entirely unfazed by the physical warning and chuckled amongst each other before taking hold of the trolley and from the look of it, trying to run over one of their older brothers. You giggled again when the slightly older boy let out a yelp of surprise but apparently it wasn't as quiet as you'd hoped and one of them turned to you, hearing your laugh and gave you a wide smile. He then nudged his identical brother, who you assumed to be a twin, and they both have a slight but comical bow which you found hilarious.

It was then that your mother returned with the drinks from the little cafe on the next platform, a little hot chocolate for you and a coffee for her. You thanked her and turned to look again for the boys but couldn't see them anymore, leaving you feeling a little disgruntled. At least their little show had distracted you from the anxious thoughts of leaving home and starting a new school.

You wiped a falling tear on your sleeve as you walked down the train to find a welcoming carriage, having just said goodbye to your mum on the platform as the train prepared to depart.

"Hey! You were at the station!" A voice called out, catching you off guard as you spun around to find one of the boys before, who stuck his head back into the carriage and called out. "Fred!"

The assumed identical twin also poked his head out and you saw his lips pull into a smile when he noticed you.

"Got anywhere to sit?" He asked and smiled when you shook your head. "Come sit with us!"

If you asked most of the students of Hogwarts, they would say that the journey from Kings Cross on the Hogwarts express was one of their greatest memories and the start of their magical journeys. For you, it started everything.

From the moment you chose to sit in that carriage with Fred, George and later Lee Jordan, you found friends for life. You were sorted into your house, something your mum was very proud of, and then met even more friends throughout the year group who had become great friends of yours, though no one could ever come close to the Weasley Twins.

Around your third year, things began to change between you and Fred. You started noticing him more, cheering a little louder for him on the Quidditch pitch and most notably, you noticed him noticing you more. You danced around each other for most of the next school year, a cycle of flirting and shying away until just before their trip to Egypt, when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. At first it was kept a secret, though of course George was always included in these secrets, but as soon as you met up after the long summer in the leaky cauldron just before school started with a tight hug and a meaningful kiss, your relationship was quickly made public.

You signed up together to serve in Dumbledore's army and though Fred and George had left earlier in the year to begin their business, you'd stayed and completed your education before following them. You moved into the little apartment above the shop with both twins and it was easily the best time in your life.

Fred had proposed to you almost as soon as the shop was doing well, buying a beautiful ring that made your heart soar each and every time you looked down at your hand. You were young but assured that there was no one else you'd want to spend your life with. He'd be the greatest husband, best father and more than anything your best friend for the rest of your life, you were certain of it. No man had ever come close to turning your head away from Fred's brilliant but mischievous smile and you were more excited than anything to finally be called Mrs Weasley after years of being called it teasingly by your friends.

"Mrs y/n Weasley," Fred said with a smirk one winter evening as you both lay in bed, hands loosely entwined as he fidgeted with your fingers and your engagement ring, stroking his thumb over your smooth skin. "Think we should set a date?"

You turned your head towards him, having been resting on his bare chest, the sparse hairs subtly tickling your cheek. Your eyes met his and you catch his little devilish smile as he pulled you further into his chest, both entangled in each other and amongst the duvet.

It's nearly Christmas and you're holed up in your shared bedroom, bathing in the glow of the warm twinkling lights from the string lights and the Christmas tree in the corner. You'd put it up whilst Fred was at work and surprised him after close with Christmas cookies, the decoration and a muggle Christmas film that was ready to play, not that you'd seen much of it since.

"What are you thinking?" You asked, throwing your leg around his own long legs. He lets out a little boyish chuckle and raises his eyebrow at you as he gazes down softly.

"This is hardly about my ideas, I'm pretty sure between you, Ginny and Granger, you've got moodboards, folders, clippings, the whole shebang. Probably already got your dress haven't you?"

You nudged him in reply, the smile beaming across your face as he over dramatises his reply, though proving that he knew you too well.

"No I don't!" You giggle, nudging him again as he captures you in his arms playfully, forcing you to stay still almost lying completely on top of him.

"Well... clippings yes but dress no."

He chuckles again, knowing that you'd be prepared.

"How old are the clippings exactly? Seeing as you've been obsessed with me since we were 12," he jokes.

"I think you'll find it was you obsessed with me! 'Ooh y/n do you want to come and test some whizzbangs? No George isn't coming, let's get a butterbeer, be a shame to waste that pretty skirt'."

He tackles you at the end of your little speech, most probably for the very high voice you'd used to mock his younger teenage voice, the slightly squeaky tone that you remembered so well.

"That was a very nice skirt," he flirts, now leaning above you with his face only inches away from yours.

"Well what a shame you ripped it," you taunt in a soft voice, getting closer to his lips, almost beckoning him to kiss you. His eyes flick down to your lips and his smirk increases.

"I feel no shame," he says before attacking your lips with a dangerously sultry kiss that seems to instinctively make you wrap your bare legs around his waist, keeping him anchored to you, just where you need him.

"You're so beautiful," he says softly, eyes gazing at yours with a look of pure love. His hair is damp at the hair line, short spiky hair messed up in every direction as you attempt to tame it with your fingers. He's wearing his characteristic cheeky smile but it's the specific one that seems reserved just for you, the softness in it enough to have your heart clenching.

"Not sure it's so much of a compliment when your cocks inside me," you tease, running your hands over the bulging muscles of his strong arms. You clench your muscles around him, revelling in his reaction to your pussy clenching around him.

"I'd say it's more of a compliment," he smirks, angling his hips so that he slips even deeper inside of you with his next thrust, nearly taking your breath away.

"I love you," you both say at exactly the same time, completely unprompted as he thrust languidly in and out of you.

"Jinx, can't moan for 5 minutes," you lean up to softly whisper in his ear, getting a devilishly brilliant idea. He laughs and you gasp, feeling the movement of his cock within you at his giggle and you use the moment to your advantage, taking control and flipping him over.

He looks shocked for a moment before his eyes widen at the new position, his eyes greedily scanning over your completely nude and exposed body just for him. You rub your pussy over his rigid length with just enough force that his eyes close tight, hands instinctively grabbing your hips in a strong hold. You reach down and give him an encouraging but teasing stroke and smirk as you watch him burn beneath your touch. You slip him inside of you, crying out at the new sensation as he hits deep, just the right spot that you needed. Your hips undulate, circling, riding in a perfect rhythm, breasts bouncing as you lean back, exposing yourself to him, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist watching. You ride him hard and fast, at least for a few moments before you slip back into a slow and teasing rhythms that had his quietly gasping and biting his lip, eyes squeezing shut and his grip on your hips almost bruising as he fights not to moan, knowing that he'd lose.

You bite your lip to hold back the smirk threatening to spread across your face and know the final nail in the coffin that would make him fold.

"Freddie," you moan out, reaching for his chest as you buck your hips quickly, feeling him in the deepest parts of you. "Freddie, my tits! Please need to feel you."

He desperately holds back his moans, his eyes barely staying shut at the mention of your breasts, his Achilles heel. His eyes peak open and you can't resist putting on a show, moving your left hand up to cup and squeeze your breasts, knowing how much he'd want to replace your hand with his.

"Please baby I'm so close," you plead, hardly lifting off of him now as you fight to chase your climax. His hand twitches on your hip, squeezing and hesitating before his hand reached up and cups your bouncing breasts, immediately making you cry out as his thumb rubs against your hardened nipple.

"Fuck!" He cries out, breaking his silence as you grind harder on him, both of you approaching your peaks.

"Yes Freddie, yes!" You cry out as you cum, overwhelmed by the feeling of him and the victory of winning. His whines as he cums, following you into bliss not a moment later as his hips rock up into you, pounding hard as he fights to keep you in place.

"Godric woman," he breathlessly gasps, head falling back onto the pillow as he comes down from his high. "You're dangerous."

"Only to you," you smile, climbing off him and flopping down into the space beside him on the bed, his arm outstretched ready to welcome you. You're both a sweaty mess, damp limbs holding on to eachother as your chests heave trying to regain your breath. You feel complete, happy. His arms entangle around you, keeping you tight to him and you feel him press a kiss to your hairline from the side, his nose poking you just above your crown.

Your eyes fight to close, feeling a wave of exhaustion slipping over you in a stark contrast to the energy and motivation you'd had just moments before. You're comforted now, even with the slight leaking of his seed that begins to slip out but you don't care, you'll deal with it later. All you can think of is Fred, his scent, his strong arms, him.

You wake with a start, gasping and fighting off the covers as you stare into the darkness, confused and dazed. You panic, expecting to find Fred in the dimly lit room, his arms stretched over you protectively, the feel of his breath on your neck. You look around for the desk in the corner of the room, the twinkling lights that were no longer working, the familiar sight of your clothes and his on the chair in the corner of the room. It's winter, almost Christmas, where's the Christmas tree that you sneakily put up in the corner of the room? Where's Fred?

It hits you like a tonne of bricks, the realisation that it was all just a dream, memories playing out in your unconscious mind like an old video recording of your life. The room is dark, cold and bare around you, with only the hideous gothic decorations that lined the walls, though you could barely see in the dark. You were alone, and always would be. You were cold, no longer warmed by the familiar body that lay beside you each night, their strong arms wrapped over you like an additional comfort blanket. No more would you wake happy and protected, no more would you wish to awaken.

The sobs that wracked your body were vicious and unyielding, the pain of the realisation too much to bear. You cried for Fred, for your lost love who had died a most horrible death, you cried for your future and for all the things you'd never achieve with him, for George and the pain he must be enduring too and you cried for you, feeling more alone than you'd ever been.

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lcdrarry · 6 months ago

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LCDrarry 2024 Round-Up Post | Week 6

This is the final Round-Up Post for LCDrarry 2024. Reveals are later today, on June 15, 2024! Wheeee!

Happy reading, commenting and sharing! ;)

~Your LCDrarry Mods

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Go the Whole Wide World

Prompt: "Stranger than Fiction", 2006, Marc Forster Prompted by: @stavromulabetaaa Artists: Anonymous Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None

Summary: When government employee Draco Crick was assigned to audit baker Harry Pascal, neither anticipated falling in love, but sometimes the person right next to you is the most welcome surprise.

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Eternalism is a Never Ending Day

Prompt: "Russian Doll", 2019 Prompted by: 5u9as (ao3) Author: Anonymous Word Count: 25,970 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Temporary Suicide, Temporary MCD, implied/referenced Depression

Summary: Malfoy has been reliving the same day for longer than he can keep track of now, and has just assumed that he was dead in the real world, which was fine to him. It isn't until the time loop stops doing what he expects that it occurs to him that maybe there's something else going on.

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Obscuro

Prompt: "Love is Blind", 2020 Prompted by: @DrarryMyHeart Author: Anonymous Word Count: 35,227 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: None

Summary: Draco is grieving. His conversation partner is here against his will. It's a shameless rip-off of an insipid Muggle reality dating show. Hardly the occasion for true love, if you ask Draco. feat. a cat named Marmalade, a bird named Mumble, Lee Jordan's answer to Love is Blind, and two best friends who only want their dads to be happy.

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First Impressions

Prompt: "Pride and Prejudice", 2005, Joe Wright Prompted by: MoonyEmilie3017 (ao3) Author: Anonymous Word Count: 87,934 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Period-typical racism and colourism (only present in one chapter), A/B/O dynamics, Dubious Consent, Classism, Smut, Mpreg

Summary: At the Shacklebolts' ball, Ginny found herself irrevocably smitten at first sight with Ms Pansy Parkinson. Meanwhile, her brother, Harry Potter, became the unfortunate target of biting remarks from Parkinson's haughty and aloof best friend, Mr Draco Malfoy. Harry's disdain for Mr Malfoy grew, fuelled by the latter's evident arrogance. Amidst this burgeoning animosity, Ms Romilda Vane began to spread malicious rumours regarding Malfoy, further tarnishing his reputation. Yet, the true nature of his character was far from what these tales suggested. Could Draco overcome his pride and Harry his prejudice, allowing love to blossom between them despite the odds?

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satansapostle6 · 11 months ago

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Characters I Write For

Please message me with any ideas/requests! I need ideas(short fics or series)

Mostly write for fem!readers. I can write fluff, angst, smut, etc. If I’m not comfortable with something I can let you know

Character/Actor List

Favorite Characters/Actors To Write For

Draco Malfoy, Weasley twins

Jesse Pinkman

Paul Dano characters

Josh Hutcherson characters

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Damon Salvatore, Silas, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson

Rodrick Heffley

Bellamy Blake

Ezra Fitz(should probably make it clear I don’t condone)

Ian Duncan(Community)

Charlie(It’s Always Sunny)

Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase

Finnick Odair

Tommy Shelby

Killian Hook

Paul Dano

Klitz(The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover(Little Miss Sunshine)

Edward Nashton(The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields(Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox(Fast Food Nation)

Joby Taylor(For Ellen)

Nick Flynn(Being Flynn)

Josh Hutcherson

Peeta Mellark(The Hunger Games)

Mike Schmidt(FNAF)

Josh Futturman(Future Man)

Devon Bostick

Rodrick Heffley(Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jasper Jordan(The 100)

Cillian Murphy

Tommy Shelby(Peaky Blinders)

Dr. Jonathan Crane(The Dark Knight)

Neil(Watching the Detectives)

Christian Bale

Patrick Bateman(American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne(The Dark Knight)

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Jane Margolis

Saul Goodman

Harry Potter(Golden Trio Era)

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greengrass

Adrian Pucey

Terence Higgs

Harry Potter(Marauders Era)

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Lily Potter

Severus Snape

Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley

Harry Potter(Fantastic Beasts Era)

Newt Scamander

Queenie Goldstein

Leta Lestrange

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Jason Grace

+ Gods

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Cat Adams

Megan Kane

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Mary Winchester

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena McLeod

Adam Milligan

Lucifer

Ruby

Jessica Moore

Gabriel

Benny Lafitte

Bela Talbot

Jo Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Superstore

Jonah Simms

Amy Sosa

Marcus White

Garrett McNeill

Dina Fox

Cheyenne Lee

Bo Thompson

Gilmore Girls

Lorelai Gilmore

Christopher Hayden

Luke Danes

Logan Huntzberger

Jess Mariano

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Gale Hawthorn

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Pretty Little Liars

Aria Montgomery

Spencer Hastings

Emily Fields

Hannah Marin

Mona Vanderwaal

Alison Di Laurentis

Jason Di Laurentis

Ezra Fitz

Toby Cavanaugh

Jenna Marshall

Caleb Rivers

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Victoria

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Octavia Blake

Jasper Jordan

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Frank Gallagher

Mandy Milkovich

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

The Bear

Carmy Berzatto

Sydney Adamu

Richie Jerimovich

Suicide Squad

Harley Quinn

Rick Flag

Blackguard

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Rumplestiltskin

Robin Hood

Ruby

Hades

Community

Jeff Winger

Abed Nadir

Annie Edison

Troy Barnes

Ian Duncan

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Dee Reynolds

Mac

Cricket

House MD

Greg House

Robert Chase

James Wilson

Lisa Cuddy

Parks and Recreation

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

MCU, Marvel

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker(Holland, Garfield, Maguire)

Gamora

Peter Quill

Scott Lang

Steven Strange

Jessica Jones

Wade Wilson

DC CW

Oliver Queen

Barry Allen

Felicity Smoak

Laurel Lance

Sara Lance

Malcom Merlyn

John Constantine

Leonard Snart

Ray Palmer

Caitlyn Snow

Julian Albert

Rip Hunter

10 Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

New Girl

Jess Day

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Other Characters

Charlie Kelmeckis(Perks Of Being A Wallflower)

Jesse Eisenberg Characters

Dr. Who(10th Doctor)

Will Probably Add More

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valentineforlemonandcherry · 11 months ago

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Joke's On You Part 20

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

[Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Manipulation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Light Bondage.]

⍟ Click Here for Joke’s On You Home Page (All Chapter Links) ⍟

Two days later, you found yourself in an interesting predicament. Somebody – and you had a very shrewd idea who – had placed a Charm on the Slytherin House Points glass. Specifically, this Charm made it so that the hourglass would let out a farting sound so loud that it echoed through the castle halls every time a professor awarded points to Slytherin House.

It took a while before the connection was made between the awarding of House Points to Slytherin and the massive, disturbing sounds ringing throughout the castle. By then, both Umbridge and Filch were absolutely furious. As it was, you found yourself pitted against the two of them all day.

First, it was Filch, who had actually seen the Weasley twins and Jordan standing before the Slytherin hourglass before breakfast. You had spotted them, too, and gone over there to talk to them when George, noticing Filch, dragged Fred and Lee out of there so fast that you weren’t even able to say hello to Fred before Filch was there.

Filch brandished his mop at you angrily. “Where’d they go!? I just saw ‘em! They were up to no good, weren’t they?”

You calmly brushed your hand over your face. “Your mop touched my face.”

Filch shuffled closer to you. “What?”

Your eyes slowly narrowed, as you repeated, “Your mop, which you use to clean this entire castle has touched my face.”

“So what? What’re you sayin’, lass? Did you see which way the twins went or not?”

“I would first like to hear an apology for the thousand diseases you’ve just wiped on my face.”

Filch’s eyes bulged. “What’re you talkin’ about? How dare you insinuate that my mop is – is dirty, eh?"

"Well, wouldn't it be, since you used it to clean the castle?" you said dryly. "Please apologize to me for the misuse of your mop."

Filch bristled. "I didn't misuse my mop. I know how to handle a mop! Aargh, that's not the point! I said, did you see where the Weasley morons went or not?”

You sighed. “I did see them. They went that way.” You pointed in the opposite direction from which Fred, George, and Lee had actually exited.

Filch went off hurriedly, taking his mop with him.

“Cheers.”

You jumped, as Fred appeared, seemingly from thin air, but actually from behind a trick tapestry in the corridor just to the left of the Great Hall – which was, incidentally, the same tapestry that connected the Great Hall to Gryffindor Tower and which Fred had used to beat you to the Great Hall and surprise you by publicly asking you out.

You shook your head in disappointment at yourself. “I owe Filch. I’m going to buy him a big Christmas present this year.”

“Eh.” Fred shrugged. "I wouldn't sweat it. He loves us, really. We give him his life's purpose you see."

"Is that so?" you said, looking over at Fred. "And what did you do this time?"

A glint appeared in Fred’s eye. “Now, now, you don’t want me to spoil the surprise for you, do you? Especially after you worked so hard to help make it happen.”

You frowned. “I helped make it happen?”

“Sure you did. You chased Filch away from the hourglass.”

“That wasn’t to help – Wait, the hourglass? What about the hourglass?”

“Oops, I’ve said too much.” Fred winked at you. “I’ll be off now.”

“Fred, wait - !”

But with a short, little “ta, ta,” Fred was off, making use of the tapestry once more to escape your incoming stampede of questions.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was during your first class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts (or the sham version of the class that Umbridge was teaching, rather), that you heard the first, long, stinky fart rip through the corridors.

Umbridge paused. Everyone went silent – and then a few students giggled.

You shot a look at Fred, but he was seemingly absorbed in his textbook. You frowned. Nothing was more suspicious than that.

Another minute passed, and then – Bbbbbboooonnngggg… SPLAT!

“What is that noise?” Umbridge seethed, whirling around.

There was a long silence.

George raised his hand and said, in a perfectly formal voice, “Think it’s a fart, Professor. All humans - whether purebloods, half-bloods, Muggle-borns, or Muggles - do it.”

Umbridge turned red. “How dare you - ?”

- Thhhhbtttbttbttt – pfffttt – brap-rap-rap-brrrap!

Fred remarked quietly, “Definitely a fart. Possibly a shart.”

“You, and you!” Umbridge pointed at Fred and George. “Get up, now!”

The twins dutifully stood up, but then, to everyone’s horror, including yours, Fred began to bleed from his nose, while George vomited.

“Sorry, Professor, bad breakfast!” Fred cried out loudly.

Lee leapt up from his seat. “I’ll help you to the loo!”

“What? No, you – you come back - !” Umbridge began, but she was disarmed and flustered.

Another fart ripped through the hall and you started to put two and two together. You jumped to your feet as well. Shouting, “Not to the loo, Lee! The Hospital Wing! They should go to the Hospital Wing!”, you raced after the trio, who were already out of the classroom. You were determined to catch them before they got off scot-free.

You heard Umbridge shouting at you, but you ignored her and went after the twins and Lee. You nearly lost them, only you managed to see the tail of Lee’s cloak whip around the corner. You followed them up to where you least expected them to go – the library. Once there, the three of them split up to avoid being caught by Madam Pince.

“Fred!” you hissed angrily, dodging between bookshelves as you tried to catch Fred without being caught by Madam Pince yourself.

“Bugger off!” he hissed back, as he zigzagged between shelves.

Just then, you froze – for you heard, from a few shelves behind you – that dreaded “ahem, ahem.”

Abandoning all pretense, you leapt forward, grabbed Fred by the scruff of his neck (“Oi!” “Shut up!”), dragged him to the nearest table (which thankfully was covered with a velvet cloth) and threw him under it. You then hurriedly sat at the table, grabbed the nearest book, and opened it.

“What’re you playing - ?”

You kicked Fred under the table.

“Ahem, Ahem.”

Fred immediately went silent as Umbridge approached the table. Not only that, she was accompanied by Draco Malfoy.

You shot Draco a questioning look, but before you could ask anything, Umbridge addressed you. “May I ask what you are doing here, at the library, instead of in my class?”

Hiding how out of breath you were, you replied calmly, “I’m reading up on finding Sound Removal spells, of course.”

“What?”

“You know, to help the professors by getting rid of the terrible farting sounds.”

You heard a soft giggle from under the table. You coughed to hide the sound. At the same time, you found Fred’s hand with your foot and not-so-softly dug your heel into it. A tiny curse sounded out before your foot was pushed away.

“I thought you went after the Weasleys,” Umbridge said testily.

“Yeah, I saw you running in the hallway, chasing after the Weasley twins,” Draco supplied.

Ah, so that’s why he’s with Umbridge, you realized. He saw me, and he told Umbridge where he’d seen me, and he helped her to find me.

“I did, but I saw them headed towards the Hospital Wing, which is where they should go. Knowing that, I thought I would help by finding out how to stop the sounds, so I came here,” you replied matter-of-factly.

Umbridge gave you a most dissatisfied look. You knew that she did not believe you one whit, but she couldn’t contradict you either. She merely said, “Back to my class, at once, you foolish girl.”

You nodded. “Of course, Professor.”

However, the bell rang at that moment. Umbridge, realizing she had to get back to her classroom at once or risk everyone leaving her class before she could assign work or assign detention, cursed and ran out of the library.

You waited for some time before you whispered, “Fred? Are you okay down there? Is your nose all right?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, fine.”

You frowned, for Fred sounded a bit… hazy. You peeked under the table. There was Fred, slightly hunched over due to his height, but nonetheless sitting there happily enough. His nose wasn’t bleeding anymore. Then, you realized what exactly he was looking at.

Sure enough, he nodded at your panties and remarked, rather buffoonishly, “Great view.”

You bit back your annoyed retorts, as you couldn’t believe that you had been out here, thinking of all the ways to help Fred and worried about his health, and he had been down here, perfectly fine and lounging about, and staring at you like some stupid boy.

You quietly helped him out from under the table.

“Thanks, love,” Fred said cheerfully.

“Mhm,” was all you said. But you knelt down and quietly triple-tied his shoelace to the table leg.

As you walked away, you heard Fred slowly realize what you’d done. “So, I’d say that was successful – Wait – Hey, hold on, what’s this? Oi, get back here!”

You held your head high and did not look back as you walked out of the library.

* * * * * * * * * *

That afternoon, the Inquisitorial Squad was formed. As expected, it created quite a stir among all of the prefects. You, Roger, Percy, Penelope, Cedric, and Jane (the other Hufflepuff prefect) were all standing together and discussing what this new Inquisitorial Squad was when Draco Malfoy passed by, bearing a shiny silver “IS” badge on his chest. Percy barked out, “You! Malfoy! Come here.”

Draco looked around, only to see that it was Percy that had called for him. Draco sneered. “I’m on my way to dinner, Weasley, so I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t bother me. See, some of us grew up on more than one meal a day.”

You suddenly felt absolutely furious. “Shut your mouth right now, Malfoy. And you get over here, now.” You didn’t shout, but the ice-cold tone of your voice shocked everyone, even your fellow prefects.

Draco was too afraid not to listen to you. However, once he was standing in front of you, he said snidely, “Makes sense, I suppose, that the Mudblood would stick up for the Mudblood-lover.”

“Malfoy, cut it out,” Cedric said. “We only want to ask you about the Inquisitorial Squad.”

“Ask her.” To your surprise, Malfoy nodded at you.

You frowned. “What?”

Draco smirked. “She’s such a terrible prefect that Professor Umbridge’s decided to take things into her own hands and create her own group of student leaders.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “So, that’ll be five points from Weasley here, since he so rudely stopped me on my way to dinner, and ten points for this stupid prefect for shouting at me and creating even more work for me than I’ve already got going on.”

Percy blanched. “What? You can’t take away points from us. Even prefects can’t take away points from other prefects.”

Draco shrugged. “Don’t believe me, then. Bye, Weasel.”

“Git,” Cedric muttered under his breath. Shaking his head, he and Jane walked away.

“Don’t let it bother you, Perce,” Penelope said soothingly. Penelope, Percy, and Roger all walked away together.

You also began to leave, when suddenly, a cold hand slipped over the side of your neck. You felt your hair being pushed back and then, a sneering voice whispered into your ear, “Oh, one other thing. I’m onto you. I’ll tell Umbridge that you - ”

“Oi, oi, oi, outta the way!”

Fred, who had just come down into the entrance hall from Quidditch practice, had spotted Draco ambushing you and whispering into your ear. Fred caught Draco by the side of his head and roughly pushed him away from you.

Draco scowled. Reaching up to push his blonde hair back into place, he glared at Fred before he said to you, “I warned you.” Then, he finally walked away.

“What the hell was that about?” Fred grunted, still glaring angrily at Draco.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “You pushed him away from me before I could figure it out.”

“Well, he’s not going to touch you again.” Fred reached over and pulled you into a hug.

You accepted his hug quite happily. “Mmm…” You sighed out in relief. Eyes closed and hugging Fred back, you wondered, “Wow, is this what it means for a boytoy to be upgraded to a boyfriend? I can deploy instant protection against my enemies?”

“Well, I’m not a parachute,” Fred said wryly. “But yeah, I’ll keep you safe.”

You looked up at Fred with quite dreamy eyes. “You will?”

Fred snorted affectionately. “You’re stupid, you know that?”

You smiled. “Of course I am.”

Fred paused, taken aback by your agreement, until you explained, “I’m with you.”

* * * * * * * * * *

That evening, you, Kenneth, Patricia, and David were all studying at the library together when Patricia tapped you on the hand.

“Hm?” you said, not stopping from neatly jotting down another sentence in your Potions essay.

“Are you really dating Weasley?” Patricia looked at you worriedly. “And Fred, at that? I mean, at least date the nicer twin.”

You smiled, amused. “You think George is nicer?”

“You don’t?”

“No, I do,” you agreed easily. As you spoke, you turned over the page of your textbook and hummed lightly to yourself.

Patricia shook her head, confused. “Then why are you dating that broomcrash of a human being?”

“Fred?” you said, pleased at how Trish was describing him. “Why am I dating him? Hmm…”

As you pretended to ponder your answer, you noticed how both Kenneth and David had stopped writing, despite the fact that they were both keeping their heads craned over their parchment.

Finally, you remarked, quite nonchalantly, “He’s cute, don’t you think?”

Patricia looked disgusted, but she only said, “Well, sure, but - ”

Whip-quick, you said, “Sure? Careful, he’s mine.”

At this, Patricia snorted, no longer hiding her disgust. “Don’t worry about that. He’s dumb as rocks, and that’s enough for me - ”

“He’s brilliant, actually.”

Patricia eyed you skeptically. “You’re not leaving me much space to agree with you.”

You laughed brightly. “Right, sorry.”

And the conversation ended just like that, which was exactly what you wanted.

* * * * * * * * * *

When the library closed for the evening, the four of you went back to the Gryffindor common room to study some more – only to find it abuzz as people crowded around Fred and George, yelling questions about something called a “Puking Pastille,” something else called a “Nosebleed Nougat,” and yet another something else called a “Fainting Fancy.”

“What in the world -?” Patricia gasped.

At that moment, Lee spotted you across the room. “Oi! Prefect alert!”

The entire crowd suddenly shuffled together, with everyone shoving things in their pockets left and right.

Thinking quickly, you whipped out your wand and pointed it at a nearby student’s pocket. “Accio!”

What appeared to be a wrapped sweet came zooming towards you. You caught it in mid-air.

“Fainting Fancy?” you read aloud, confused.

Everyone remained totally silent.

Then, Fred chirped out, “You curious? Try it.”

“Fred,” George said quietly.

Fred replied, in a low whisper, “If she faints, we all get out of this scot-free.”

Meanwhile, David was saying anxiously to you, “I wouldn’t…”

Fred moved through the crowd, towards you. “What, scared of a little sweet?” He crossed his arms and lifted his eyebrow at you. “If you don’t eat it, and no one else here is going to eat it, how will you ever prove that I’ve done something bad?”

“Because it’s you,” you blurted out at once.

“That won’t persuade McGonagall.”

Kenneth shook his head at you. He was clearly saying, don’t take the bait.

You stared at the sweet in your hand. Everyone was watching you. In truth, you could guess what this candy did – it was in the name, after all. Besides, you’d seen Fred have a sudden nosebleed when he wanted to escape from Umbridge’s class, and you figured this sweet was along the same lines. But you were actually quite curious as to whether it worked or not and what it felt like.

Stupid, you chastised yourself. Just take this directly to McGonagall and you have another victory against him.

But if I do, I’ll never be able to try one, you thought. McGonagall will ban them and the only way I’ll be able to get one is to swallow my pride and ask Fred for one, and I’d rather die than beg Fred for something this stupid.

This is my only chance to try it and feel it for myself, even if I look silly.

You slowly unwrapped the sweet. Staring up at Fred, you popped the sweet in your mouth. Everyone held their breath – and you promptly fainted.

Fred caught you at once.

Kenneth looked at Fred, disgusted. “You did that to your girlfriend?”

Meanwhile, Patricia grabbed Lee and asked nervously, “Is she going to be all right?”

“Yeah,” Lee said, grinning. “She’ll be up and about in two minutes.”

* * * * * * * * * *

You opened your eyes.

“G’morning, princess. Had a nice nap?”

You sat up, only to find yourself in Fred’s bed.

Fred was perched at the edge of his desk, grinning at you.

You slowly reached up and patted your hair down, making sure you still looked as neat as usual.

“Did you have any sweet dreams about me?” Fred asked teasingly.

Patting down your collar, you replied, “Yes, in fact, I did.”

Fred flounced over to you. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” You looked up at him. “You dressed up in a maid costume and worked at Madam Puddifoot’s. You served people tea and biscuits, but you were so bad at it that you never got tipped, and then I had to go and spank you.” You paused. “It was a happy dream.”

Fred scoffed. “Oh, please.” He held up his hand and showed you the Fainting Fancy wrapper. “So? What did you think?”

“How long was I asleep for?” you asked.

“About three minutes. I’d just set you down on the bed.”

“Three minutes? That’s it?”

“Yep. Although three minutes is a bit of an outlier. Usually, people only fall asleep for two minutes.” Fred peered at you. “You’ve got a weird head, did you know that? I mean, I knew that, but this confirmed that.” He smirked. “So if I’m Mister Three Minutes, I think you’re Miss Three Minutes.”

“Please.”

Fred shrugged. “Just telling you how it is. You’re scientifically weird.”

You scoffed. “I’m not weird. I simply fell victim to a disgusting candy. But you’re the one who came up with said sweet, so you’re weird.”

“Touchy, touchy, are we getting defensive?” Fred teased you, pleased with himself.

You thought about what Fred had told you about the candy. “But how did you time it like that?” you wondered. “I mean, how did you make a candy like this?”

“It’s nothing too complicated,” Fred explained. “A mixture of the Draught of Living Death and of its antidote – and there you are.”

“Wouldn’t those two Potions just cancel each other out?”

“It would if you just mixed the two together, yes.”

“But you did something else?”

“Naturally.”

“You timed the Potions’ effects, even though they’re in one container,” you guessed. “Am I right?”

Fred nodded. “Yes, ma’am. The Draught releases first, then the antidote.”

You frowned at him. “The Draught of Living Death - isn’t that NEWT-level? And aren’t antidotes NEWT-level as well?”

Fred’s only reply was a clippy, “You’re newt-level.”

You scowled. But then, your scowl disappeared and you held your hand out. “Well, in any case, unregulated Potions aren’t allowed on the premises. Hand over your stash, Weasley.”

Fred opened his hands wide before you. “Can’t. They’re gone.”

“Stop lying. Hand them over, I said.”

“I said I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” Fred said, beaming proudly, “we’ve sold them all.”

Your mouth fell open. “What?”

Fred’s eyes glinted happily, as he repeated, “That’s right. They’re all sold and running wild in the hands of Hogwarts students right now.”

Your brow furrowed. “You lie.”

Fred shook his head, and his ginger hair, which was getting quite long, flopped about a little. “Nope. Never, to you.” He cocked his head as he grinned at you. “I’d say that’s another move for me on the tic-tac-toe board, aye?”

“No,” you said stubbornly. “Because you’re lying.”

“Fine, then. Just see for yourself.” Then, Fred tacked on, “And by the way, technically, I’m not the one who came up with the idea of inciting fainting.”

“What?”

“I mean the idea for the Fainting Fancy. Sure, I made it non-lethal and into a candy, but the idea of ingesting something to faint is pretty common.” Fred reeled off smartly, “Ever heard of poison? Or booze? Or Dreamless Sleep Potion? Or the Draught of Living Death?”

“Yes, but who the hell comes up a candy that transforms you into a canary for a solid minute?” you said irately.

Fred suddenly paused altogether. He then sat up straighter, only to put his chin in his hand and lean all the way forward, until his face was mere inches from yours.

Annoyed, you glared at him and quipped, “Yes? Can I help you?”

Fred queried, “How did you know about a Canary Cream?”

You froze, and your entire posture and facial expression became stiffer than glass.

Fred saw the way your entire expression abruptly shifted into one of forced neutrality. In response, his own features lit up, until he was grinning from ear to ear. “Did you try all the sweets you took from me the other day? You didn’t just confiscate them? You aren’t holding them as leverage against me? Because you know you could have just reported them, one by one, to McGonagall, and gotten me in trouble every time.”

You remained totally still and totally silent.

In awe, Fred realized, “No, you ate them all. You were curious to see what George, Lee, and I had come up with, so you tried - ” he reached out and grabbed a strand of your hair and tugged at it“ - my stupid - “ another tug “ – candy!”

“Stop that!” you snapped.

Fred let go of your hair. Falling back into his chair, he laughed gleefully. He pointed at you and cawed, “And to think that you willingly turned yourself into a canary for a whole minute! A stupid bird! What if Kenneth had walked in then, huh? Or – no, no! What if Fudge had walked in?”

“Fudge would not – Kenneth wouldn’t - Are you done?” you said, trying to disguise how flustered you were as you being impatient.

In fact, Fred was not done. He instead cackled manically, throwing his head back before slumping over in his chair in a most undignified pose.

Fed-up, you stomped out of the room. I can’t believe I let that slip! You berated yourself in your head, you idiot!

Fuming the entire way back, you finally slammed open the room of your door and went at once to your bed. With a groan, you fell over. How could you let him know that you tried his candies instead of reporting them? I’m the biggest idiot there is.

Frustrated, you kicked your legs out and then turned over onto your side. But that was when you spotted the drawing that Fred had made of you – as a hellcat, basking in the flames of the underworld.

It was only that I thought… Well, I thought they were clever and they sounded like fun, you thought, whispering even in your own head. And I wanted to be a part of his world, I s’pse, even if just for a second… You stretched your hand out towards the drawing for a moment. And even if it was a secret… You let your hand fall onto the bed, and you closed your eyes and let out a deep breath.

* * * * * * * * * *

As it turned out, Fred was not lying about having sold all of the sweets. You found this out the next day when, as soon as Umbridge began teaching, the entire class began to swoon, vomit, and suffer nosebleeds all at once – except for you, Kenneth, and Patricia. Even David was bleeding from his nose. He gave you an apologetic look as he mopped up his nosebleed. Out of the corner of his mouth, he whispered, “My friend gave me one this morning.”

Umbridge was furious. She demanded explanations from a number of the students and she even examined students by performing spells on them and searching their backpacks, but to no avail – the students had taken great care to hide the wrappers. Finally, Umbridge was forced to let everyone go, except for the three of you.

As it were, you, Kenneth, and Patricia had to sit through an hour-long class with Umbridge at her foulest.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Another move for Fred!” Fred said loudly, as he scraggled a second ‘X’ on the board.

You stared down at the paper. Your perfect ‘O’ was looking sadly solitary as opposed to Fred’s loud, messy ‘X’s.

Fred threw your quill onto your bedside table. It rolled straight off and onto the floor, where the tip snapped and broke.

You sighed. Then, you noticed something about the game. “Fred, you fool,” you said, “why did you put your X there? You should have put it where you could cut me off and advance your play. But you left my line wide open.”

“Eh, whatever,” Fred said, and sure enough, he’d already fallen back on your bed and had his eyes closed. “I’m going to win anyways. And then I’m going to…” Fred put his hand out and rudely gestured in front of his hips, and then he moaned.

You scoffed. “Keep dreaming, Fred.”

“I will,” he said viciously, grinning quite broadly as he lost himself to his fantasy of you.

Meanwhile, you walked over and picked up the quill. You tapped the end with your wand, repairing it. Then, you walked over to your dresser and changed into your prefect robes.

Fred watched you, letting his eyes roam all over you as you changed. But then, he frowned. “Oi, why aren’t you missing a button on your shirt?”

“Because it’s improper to go around with a button missing from your shirt,” you said matter-of-factly, while patting down the front of your shirt.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Fred replied. “I mean, I took one of your buttons off of the floor when I ripped your shirt apart in that broom cupboard.”

“I know you did,” you said shortly, shrugging on your prefect’s robe.

“So, where is it?”

“I assume you still have it.”

“You didn’t take it back?”

You shook your head. “I didn’t need to take it back, Fred. Use your head.”

“What d’you mean?”

You reminded him, “I replaced it with your button. The one I pried off with my teeth when you came and ambushed my poor parents in their own home.”

Fred hesitated. “Oh…” Then, he grinned. “Oh, yeah, I did that, didn’t I?”

“You’re going to write them an apology letter one day,” you told him.

Fred chortled. “As if.”

“You will, Fred.”

“I won’t,” Fred said confidently. “Tell you what, though. I’ll make a firework that spells out ‘SORRY’ and I’ll go and let off after a hundred of ‘em in front of your house. What d’you think about that?”

“I think you’re silly and haven’t grown up a bit,” you replied, but you came over and gave Fred a kiss.

Fred slyly wrapped his arm around your waist and anchored you into his lap before he whispered playfully, “Hi, bird.”

You swatted him on the shoulder, but when Fred tackled you down onto the bed, you couldn’t help but let out a breathless laugh. And when you began to berate Fred for putting you down too roughly, he preempted you with a kiss that made you instantly melt in his arms – and the rest of the evening was whirled away in yet another session of silly little love-making.

This time, it was Fred who came up with a plan of how to get you exactly where he wanted you. He kissed and kissed and kissed you, always keeping his mouth pressed hotly to yours, so that you couldn’t trick him with your all-too-clever words.

When you started to whisper, "Fred, baby...", Fred said harshly, "Shush, you. No more devilish spells, no more stupid ropes, I just want you." And, as Fred pushed his cock inside of your wanting little cunt, while still kissing you and stealing away your breaths, you soon began to pant – and then to moan – and then to whimper. Fuck, she’s whimpering. Yes, I’m making her whimper, Fred growled lowly in his mind. Yes, yes, yes…! He pinned you down firmly against the mattress and took you into a mating press. And still he kept his mouth against yours.

"Fwed...!" you moaned out, with his lips pressed heavily against yours, keeping you all hushed and loved underneath it.

Fred responded by biting down hard on your lower lip for a moment, and at the same time, he thrust deep inside of you. You moaned and arched your back so beautifully that your breasts pressed up against his chest for a moment.

"Mmm," Fred growled lowly, roughly moving his hands all up and down your body, feeling every inch of your soft, warm skin.

You meant to hold back another moan, only, instead of biting down on your own lip, you ended up biting down on Fred's.

Fred hissed, but he kept his mouth against yours still.

You bleated out vaguely, with your indignation lost in pleasurable incoherence, "Wh - What're you - mm - p-playing at?"

Fred whispered back fiercely, "you." Then, he kissed you even more fervently, taking a moment to grasp your neck in his hand to make sure you would receive his kiss entirely, as he intended for you to.

Muffled moans floated out of your mouth and graced the airs, and your sweet sounds gave Fred the confidence to make love to you even more intensely. Because Fred could see it – your mind was going all fuzzy. You had started by keeping your legs pressed tightly against his hips, but now, your thighs had come up, and your feet were flopping in the air as you were no longer focused enough to keep control over your body. Your hands, which had formed a tight grip around Fred’s neck, slowly slipped away until you began to scrabble slowly, but desperately at Fred’s back. Your chest and your tummy, which were always tight and in good posture, slowly began to cave in, until your tummy went all soft and buckled as you let out a muffled cry – and still Fred was kissing you. Well, to be more accurate, he was alternating between panting hard and growling lowly against your mouth.

Your cries became quite high and floaty, and your eyes began to go all blurry with tears. You barely felt like yourself. All that anchored you to the present was Fred – Fred’s hands gripping your waist so tightly that you could barely breathe, Fred’s hard, sculpted chest pressed down against your soft breasts, and then Fred’s cock, buried so deeply into your pussy that you could barely think -

“Mmmm!” You moaned desperately into Fred’s mouth, and without realizing it, you were beginning to scratch at Fred’s back. Uhn, G-Godric, he’s being so – so possessive with m-me today, you though incoherently. Your mind was spinning. Why won’t he – ah! – let me b-breathe? Oh God, oh God, oh God…!

Fred was growling in a strained, rough, and unbroken voice, as he began to pound into you harder and faster. His hands traveled up your body and soon, he was squeezing your breasts rather roughly as he thrust into you heavily, pushing you down into the mattress with every thrust.

“Mm, mm, mmpfh!” you moaned out. It occurred to you that even though you were staring up at the ceiling, you couldn’t see it. Instead, an obscure pink haze was floating before you. You tried to blink, but all that did was introduce fuzzy golden sparks into your vision.

Meanwhile, you felt Fred’s lips grasp at yours again – you responded instinctively, kissing your boyfriend back – and Fred kissed you roughly enough that you gasped against his mouth, and then he slammed his cock deep inside of your pussy – and you made to gasp again, but you were already out of breath. You were already gone, gone, gone…

A ringing sounded out in your ears. Your entire body was ringing, it seemed, all blushing and hot and so, so fucked-out… You couldn’t believe how tightly Fred had you in his grasp, and you couldn’t believe how intensely he was making love to you. You could feel how strained and tight his slender, tall body was. Every muscles was all tight, as he forced his cock into your cunt in the deepest, tightest of places, making you cry out (as much as you could, anyways) and making your thoughts go fluttering away.

Some part of you was shocked at how deep Fred’s growls were and how decidedly he was taking you (and keeping you beneath him), but in truth, you had always known that this powerful, charismatic part of Fred was simmering beneath his kindness and his willingness to play along with you, and that it had always been a matter of time before it burst.

In your dizzy thoughts, you remembered vaguely that first time that you and Fred had made love – how he had made such short work of your bathrobe and how, when your legs had started to give out, Fred had pulled you up by your hips and urged you to keep yourself up, all so he could fuck you harder…

So… hot… you thought now, and even your mouth fell open, so that the kisses were less kisses and more just pressing each other’s mouths together and sharing breaths and moans and growls. Deep inside of yourself, you were able to admit, I fucking love that Fred can do this to me. That he can just fucking take me and make me his. That he can steal every single breath of mine away, if he wishes. Makes it all the more satisfying when it’s the other way around, and I’m the one whose got him under my thumb. I can't ever express how much I love it when he pants for me, whimpers for me, cums for me all soft and sweet and pathetic... But none of that would mean anything if Fred was truly just a thoughtless boy. No, he’s a man, and he’s always been. It’s just that he’s a gentleman and he lets me have my way most times. But when he doesn’t – oh, it makes me shiver. It makes me shiver all over because he’s just so fucking hot like this.

The bed was rocking back and forth and all of the pillows and sheets were strewn over the floor. Your panties had long been discarded – ripped, in fact – and were hanging loosely from one of the bedposts. Your bra was nearly choking you around your neck, as Fred had carelessly pushed it up in his desperate need to grasp your breasts in his hands. You couldn’t care less today. You didn’t care what you looked like in the slightest, all you wanted to do was take and feel every burn Fred wanted to give you – and it was a deep, unrelenting burn, too.

F-Fuck, you bleated out in your head. I – I’m close…! I – Ah! A rather animalistic groan left you as you came on Fred’s cock again. You came while he was fucking you and while Fred grunted out a deep, tight, “Good fucking girl,” he kept going, and you became vaguely aware of how wet everything was – how cum seemed to be dripping out of your cunt and how Fred’s cock seemed to be covered in you already, even though he kept fucking you, bullying his cock into your pussy so well, over and over and over again.

Your legs fell open entirely, and your head fell back onto the bed. Fred finally let you go, let you breathe, but it didn’t matter anymore. You were beyond breath.

Your hands were holding onto Fred’s hair, right at the nape of his neck, for dear life, but when Fred sat up, grabbed your hips once more, and then thrust for all he was worth, you felt your hands drop away onto the bed – and then everything exploded in one intense, unforgiving blossom of light.

Fred’s low growl of “Uhn, fuck!” mixed with your soft, high cry of, “Ahhh…!” and then Fred collapsed on top of you, while cumming deep in your soft, hot, wet pussy.

You were crying out loud now, with your eyes screwed tight and mouth opened all ugly – Fred’s hands were in your hair, yanking at it – you tried to close your shaking legs, but they were stopped by Fred’s hips as he was still buried deep inside of you – you began to squirm, but you were too tired, and you finally let go of all control in your body – and Fred let out a grunt of surprise as he felt you cream all over him.

Fred opened his eyes and looked down. Oh shit, she really did cream all over me. I didn’t just imagine her getting all tight like that. As Fred stared down, he saw how quickly your tummy was going up and down. He hurriedly looked up at you.

You were a mess. Your hair was everywhere, sticking out all oddly in pieces. Your entire face was flushed – not in that light wash of pink that made you look all cute, but properly red. You were huffing all hard, and you had dragged your shaking hands over onto your chest, right over your heart, and you kept your hands clasped there as you panted your head off. What was more, your long legs were still trembling and your pussy, stuffed with his cum, was quivering too, and slowly, Fred saw his own cum began to drip out of your pink little pussy.

“Godric,” Fred muttered hoarsely. His own throat was raw with how much he had growled. She looks so utterly, breathtakingly beautiful, he thought, almost numbly. I love how spunky she is, my girl, but I wish she would be more vulnerable with me more often. I’d take care of her. She ought to know that. She does, right? Before he realized it, Fred was very slowly and carefully kissing you all up and down your flushed little body.

At first, you shivered, moaned, and began to turn away, but Fred followed you, placing soft kisses against your tummy before working his way up your body. Fred’s own muscles were protesting, for he was dead tired, but he barely felt his own exhaustion right now. He wanted to prove himself to you. He wanted to show that he was worthy of putting you into this dazed, soft state.

Slowly, you came to yourself. Though you were still panting lightly and you couldn’t seem to find the strength to open your eyes, you managed to trace Fred’s shoulders with your hands and you were able to bury your hands into his soft, ginger hair.

Fred stilled when he felt you clutch at his hair. He let you hold onto him. He gently looped one arm around your waist and then kissed your shoulder as he waited for you to find yourself. He gazed at your face and he saw that you were smiling softly.

Then, you said to him - the first thing you said to him - in a soft, lilting tone, "You were bad."

Fred smiled, knowing that you were quite content at the moment. He thought, in his own hazy thoughts, There it is, that soft smile of hers, that telltale symptom betraying that underneath everything, she's got that stupidly soft, pink little beating heart in her chest... She'll always want more than she has in the physical world, because of the way she was born. She can't say aloud all of the things her heart craves. She has to wear all of her armor all the time. I thought that would annoy me, and it does, Merlin knows, but Godric, life wouldn't be nearly as bright without her around, always going toe-to-toe with me, roping me in with her wicked spells and wicked thoughts, but always so charming, so fiery, so romantic... She's got to be half-devil, half-woman.

Fred, feeling incredibly fond of you, slipped up so that he was lying behind you, on his side. Then, he pulled you in tight to him. He whispered in your ear, "I know. I really was, wasn't I?"

When you felt Fred’s chest press gently against your back, you suddenly remembered your place in the world again. And when you realized that Fred was holding you, with a soft but firm hug, you came back safely to the world.

Oh… Fred. That name, that thought, that person made your heart feel so warm and steady… Fred…

You reached back with one hand and pinched his shoulder.

"Ow," Fred muttered.

You smiled sleepily.

"What was that for?" Fred wondered.

"Mm, you think on that," you breathed out, and then you nestled into your pillow.

Fred stared at you in surprise as you fell asleep, right then and there. What…? She’s just gonna sleep like that?

It was rather funny, honestly, how you left him behind, smiling in your sleep. Fred, who had been wanting to hear praise about how good he’d done and instead was left with a pinched shoulder, pouted slightly. When I say half-devil, I mean at least half devil, he amended in his head.

But then, realizing that you could only fall asleep because you felt that he was keeping you safe, Fred softened. He kissed you tenderly on the top of your head and he watched you sleep. And Fred – impatient, arrogant, no-time-to-waste, always-on-the-run Fred – was able to gaze at your sleeping face and feel perfectly complete and content.

* * * * * * * * * *

When you finally blinked awake, you slowly lifted your head, wondering vaguely where you were, when you heard a soft ring, ring. Your eyes widened.

Then, you heard a chuckle behind you. You swiveled your head around – only to see Fred lying behind you, laughing at you.

“Fred?”

Fred reached out and tugged gently at the pink ribbon he’d tied around your neck as you were sleeping – the same ribbon you’d put on him, with the little bell at the end. “There. Restored to your rightful position.”

You started to give a small smile, when he pointed at your head and chortled, “Except for your horrendous bedhead. But that one, you’ve got to take care of yourself, I’m afraid.”

“Do I look terrible?” you murmured.

“Yes,” Fred said at once. “Absolutely horrible.”

You scowled at Fred. At the same time, you reached up to pat down your hair.

“You’re terrifically unkempt, uncivilized, and hag-like,” Fred reeled off, clearly having the time of his life.

“Fred!” you protested. “I am not!”

Fred laughed brightly. He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “‘Course you’re not. But you could be, you know.”

Still slightly sleepy, you looked up at Fred and mumbled, a bit carelessly, “And you’d still want me?”

Fred grinned at you. “All the more, love,” he promised. “All the more.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Although once you’d come to your senses, you berated Fred about how he wouldn’t let you breathe, for Merlin’s sake, when he made love to you like an absolute fucking heath, for Merlin’s sake and how he had no right to put that stupid puppy bell on you, for Merlin’s sake (at which point, Fred inquired how many ‘sakes’ Merlin had), in fact, you caught yourself daydreaming about that particular love-making session quite often over the next few days. And that was what you were thinking about, all happy and lost in thought, when somebody in the vicinity cried out, ”SOMEBODY’S MESSED UP THE PAINTING OF SIR CADOGAN!”

Patricia reached over and poked you in the shoulder. “That’s you.”

“On it!” You leapt up from the library desk, where you were studying with Patricia, and you ran to the Divination corridor, where the painting of Sir Cadogan was located.

You could hear him before you could see him.

“Those no-good knaves! Why, what cowards! They tricked me, and dodged a proper duel, at which I most certainly would have bested them! Instead, they have committed the most terrible dishonor of treachery and in doing so – have dishonored me! Look at me! Look at my state!”

And you did. You gasped, for Sir Cadogan’s sword was now a cactus, and the spurs of his boots had been turned into large wheels, so that he couldn’t walk much more than a few steps without slipping. Behind him, his fat horse was now a fat unicorn.

“How did this happen?” you wondered.

“Paint, dear lady! I’ve been painted on! Desecrated! De-sanctified! Fouled by most unworthy hands!”

“Who did this to you, Sir Cadogan?”

“Those devilish twin tornados - ”

“Say no more.” You dashed off.

“Wait, fair lady!” Sir Cadogan yelled after you. “Lady, could you at least turn my sword back? I don’t look very brave without it, you know, and I must at least appear brave. My entire reputation depends on - Madam? Madam!”

But you were gone.

* * * * * * * * * *

You found Fred, George, and Lee in the second-floor girls’ bathroom, of all places. No one ever went up there, as it was where Moaning Myrtle resided. The three troublemakers – villains, you amended in your head - were leaning over a bucket and pouring things into it.

“You reckon that’s enough of the feather bombs?”

“Yeah, anymore and she’ll be shot straight out of the castle.”

“She can take it.”

“I know she can, I’m worried about you, Fred.”

“Pft. You really think she’s stronger than me?”

“I know she is.”

You crept up on them and when you were directly behind them, you whispered discreetly, “Hm, yeah, she probably is…”

“Yeah, so we’ve got to calibrate it.”

“It shouldn’t be so much of the… Wait…”

Fred, George, and Lee all slowly turned towards you.

You said innocently, “What?”

“MERLIN, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?” Lee shouted.

George elbowed Lee in the side and yelled, “Lee, you git, get your brains together!”

Fred shoved the bucket into George’s arms. Lee jumped in front of you and George sprinted out of the bathroom. You made to grab Lee, but Fred grabbed you first. And that was when you saw the splotchy paint spots on Fred’s hands.

Well, fine, you thought, you’re the one I want anyways, Fred Weasley.

You grabbed Fred back – and you kissed him fervently.

“Whoa,” Fred said, surprised, as his back hit the bathroom stall door behind him. “What’s gotten into you, love?”

“Hmm…” You cocked your head at him and smiled. “Let’s say… That you’ve grown on me. Ever since you took me like some crazed beast and put my own bell on me, I’ve been having some thoughts about you, Fred Weasley.”

Fred looked at you skeptically. “Thought you said you hated all that.”

“I did say that, but what’s a girl to do to hold onto her pride?” you said, blinking up at him.

Fred looked at you still more skeptically. “I know that’s the truth, but you’re not one to admit that. What’re you trying to get me to do, huh?”

You smiled. You leaned in and started to kiss Fred… He started to lean in, too, and that was when you whispered softly, “Only what you want to do, Fred. And everything you want to do.”

“Merlin,” Fred breathed out. He reached down and grabbed your waist and pulled you tight to him. “You really know how to drive me crazy, you know that?”

“Mm, I notice now and then,” you said conversationally.

You both shared a smile – and then Fred kissed you. You threw your arms around his shoulders happily.

Just then, Myrtle popped up out of the floor. “What do you think you’re doing in my lavatory? You know, you can’t just come in here and be all disgusting.”

“Pipe down, you,” Fred said to her. “You’re interrupting.”

“Me?” Myrtle said, flabbergasted. “I live here!”

“Fred,” you berated him. “Myrtle, we’re sorry. We’re leaving.” You grabbed Fred’s arm and pulled him out.

Once in the hallway, you kissed him again. Fred received you happily, but there were still warning bells going off in his head. She isn’t usually like this, and especially not in the hallways, where someone might see us.

“Hellcat,” Fred muttered, between kisses. “What are you up to?”

Your hands snuck up into Fred’s hair and you tugged at it a little as you whispered, “Oh, so you know, do you? Don’t tell me you’ve discovered your conscience.”

“Hardly,” Fred snorted. “It’s just that I can tell you’re trying to screw me over again.”

“Mm, fine,” you murmured, between more kisses. “Fred, tell me you weren’t up to something bad again. Tell me that bucket was just a Potions assignment.”

Hearing this, Fred relaxed, sure that it you found out about Sir Cadogan, you wouldn’t be asking about the bucket. “Uh, yeah, it was only Potions…” Fred agreed, and he caught your lips in his and kissed you back.

It quickly became quite heated between the two of you. You pressed Fred up against the wall. A soft “oof” left his lips as his back thudded against the wall. You followed him quickly, however, as you got up on tip-toe, grabbed his collar with both hands, and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

Fred moaned and bit your lower lip. “Mm, baby,” he moaned.

You gasped slightly, but then you leaned forward again and kissed Fred again, gently slipping your tongue into his mouth and tangling his tongue with yours.

“Mmm…” you moaned. Meanwhile, you were very gently rocking into Fred, and Fred was starting to get quite turned on for you.

“Love,” he whispered hurriedly, “It’s going to be very obvious what we’re up to pretty soon.”

Your eyes went wide. “Oh.”

“Uh, yeah,” Fred said. “What did you think was pressing into your leg?”

“I don’t know.” You paused, and then guessed thoughtfully, “A firework?”

Fred snorted.

“Well, come on then.” You grabbed his hand and pulled open the door to the nearest cupboard.

Fred looked at you, impressed. “I didn’t think you’d get used to cupboards so quickly, but you have. You’re not all prim and perfect, after all. Or maybe the last time we made love, I fucked you so good that you’re reconsidering your entire life. Made love to you so good you’ve now switched to becoming a heathen, just like me.” He gave himself a pat on the back as he said proudly, “I’m pretty damn good with the ol’ sex moves, eh? See what you can experience when you aren’t too busy being some power-crazy hellcat?”

Keep it together, you warned yourself in your head.

You smiled sweetly at Fred. “Well, all right, perhaps I’ve reconsidered my ways. Anything to have you, love.”

Fred frowned at this, sensing the false note in your voice. He stopped at the doorway to the cupboard. “What? That doesn’t sound like - ”

You pushed Fred into the cupboard and slammed the door shut. “Colloportus!” The door locked.

“Oi!” Fred shouted, yanking at the doorknob from the inside.

You threw yourself against the door in case the spell wore off. At the same time, you yelled loudly enough for the entire floor to hear you, “PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL! PROFESSOR FLITWICK! I’VE CAUGHT A DELINQUET!”

“TRAITOR!” Fred yelled at you through the door.

“Shut up!” you snapped. “And you think about all the disgusting things you said just now!”

“About what? About how I fucked you so go - ?”

Students were beginning to gather within earshot of you and Fred. You gasped. Panicking, you hollered again, loud enough to block out Fred’s incriminating statements, “PROFESSORS! QUICK, QUICK! COME GET THE HOOLIGAN! NOW, PLEASE!”

* * * * * * * * * *

It was Professor Flitwick who found you first. With a sigh, you let go of the door. Fred came tumbling out, not having realized that you’d let go of the door on the other end.

“What’s this?” Flitwick asked you.

“Weasley’s gone and marked up Sir Cadogan’s painting, sir,” you said, pointing stolidly at Fred’s hands, all covered with the same black and green paint that was currently all over Sir Cagodan’s painting.

Fred’s mouth fell open. “What, you knew?”

Above you, Sir Cadogan, who had somehow managed to get onto his unicorn and ride his way over to you, yelled loudly, “Well done, madam! A well-played hand!” Sir Cadogan brandished his cactus in the air, but the weight of it was too much for him, and he promptly fell off of his unicorn.

* * * * * * * * * *

You hummed as you marked a second ‘O’ on the tic tac toe board.

Fred wasn’t here in your bedroom tonight, but you figured it was because he had detention with Flitwick tonight.

You put away your notepad and gathered your schoolbooks. You were headed to dinner, where you were planning on studying with Kenneth tonight.

Still humming, you opened your door to leave your room when – “Ack!” A goopy mess of clear glue was dumped directly onto your head. What was more, four or five small ‘feather bombs’ fell from above your door and landed at your feet. As soon as each sphere hit the ground, it exploded and sent a burst of feathers raining down on you. The so-called ‘bombs’ obviously didn’t hurt you at all, but the small explosions still scared the crap out of you as they went off all around, one after another. Shrieking, you tried to jump away from one of the bombs, when you slipped on the gooey mess at your feet. You gasped as a load of pink feathers cascaded down your face and body. Then, another bomb went off, and you fell backwards on your butt and was immediately showered with blue feathers. The last bomb went off right in front of you. You screeched and threw your arms over your head – and green feathers rained all over. Then, the last ‘bomb’ – a thinner one, wrapped in pink paper – suddenly went off. Through the tiny gap in your arms, you saw a burst of bright pink sparkles appear and form the words “U R POO” – and then disappear.

Breathing heavily, you slowly dropped your arms and looked up at the top of your door. There, swinging from the lantern just above you, were two things – a bucket swinging merrily from a rope, and a sign that said, “Alas the Crocodile has devolved into a Canary.”

Just then, the loudest cacophony of laughter rang through the halls.

“HA, HA, HA, DIDJA SEE THAT?”

“I’ve never seen her so out of sorts!”

“Quick, take a picture! We can use it to market the Canary Creams!”

“She tried to grab thin air!”

“Squealed like a pig!”

“HA, HA, HA!”

Fuming, you stood up to see Fred, George, and Lee all laughing fit to burst at the end of the hallway. The one laughing most hideously was, of course, Fred.

“You – You – You buffoons!” you shouted. When you yelled, however, a puff of feathers flew from your face – and the boys descended into maniacal laughter again.

It was an absolute stroke of luck that Professor Flitwick was on his way to dinner and happened to pass by in the adjacent hall. And it was only because Fred was laughing so hard that he was literally rolling on the floor, in and out of the connected hallways, that Flitwick spotted him.

As it were, you were just as dumbstruck as the boys when Flitwick suddenly shouted out, in his reedy, little voice, “Boys! Again?

All four of you flinched and then you stared in amazement as Flitwick appeared. When Flitwick saw you, he gasped. “Merlin’s beard, who is that?”

“Wha - ? Professor Flitwick, don’t you know me?” you said, astonished that he couldn’t even recognize you when you were a prefect and standing in front of your own room, labeled, ‘prefect.’

“Oh!” Flitwick paused. Then, his eyes sparkled with suppressed merriment as he said, “Ah – I see. Well, I’ve never seen you with so much as a hair out of place and this – this… Well, perhaps I better not say. In any case, Weasleys, Jordan, with me.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Later that evening, a folded-up piece of paper came zooming in the Weasleys’ and Jordan’s room.

George caught it and opened it. “Huh?” He held up the paper for Fred and Lee to see. “Does this mean anything to us?”

Fred looked at it. It was the tic-tac-toe board, with three ‘O’s in a row. At the bottom, someone had scrawled, Told you you should have blocked my line. Anyway, this Saturday – study date. Don't be late. Love, Alligator.

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