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Summary: It is Diego’s birthday and Klaus got him a very special present - you.

Smut Smut Smut. Threesome smut.

Words: 2.3k

“Aren’t you going to remove the bow?” You purred at Diego, strutting closer to him.

He stared nervously at you, and even though his fingers twitched with anticipation as he took you in, he didn’t make any move toward you. After all, you were Klaus’ girlfriend

You frowned playfully at him, knowing he would need some encouragement.

You closed the distance between the two of you until you were pressing your bare flesh against his stomach, curling around his muscular frame. You were clad only in a ribbon tied around your hips, the bow covering your vagina, with two small sticky bows attacked to your breasts.

You pressed your lips to his earlobe, whispering encouraging words to him.

“You know that Klaus was the one that sent me. I’m your birthday present this year, so aren’t you going to play with me?” You teased him, your tongue darting out to lick a strip up his earlobe.

You heard just the softest grunt in the back of Diego’s throat, and you knew you were getting close to breaking him down.

You took a small step away from him, creating just enough distance so that he would be able to see all of you. Then you grabbed his hand and led it to the end of the ribbon tied around your modesty. After ensuring that it was within his grip, you lowered your hand, his still holding it.

It was up to him whether or not he would pull it.

You watched him blink slowly, this heavy decision weighing on him. He swallowed loudly, his throat bounding deliciously. His fingers twitched with want one too many times, and suddenly the ribbon was decorating your ankles as it slipped from around your waist.

You were distracted looking down at the ribbon, and before you had time to look back up, you were easily lifted by the surprisingly strong boy before you. He carried you a few feet until he could throw you down on the bed, your body bouncing before stilling right on the edge.

He then dropped to his knees, surveying all of you as you were displayed in front of him. You could feel the slick juices that had spread to both of your thick thighs, and you watched him notice this.

He licked his lips upon realization.

“I can fucking smell you, you know,” He whispered, his voice low and coarse. “I smelled you as soon as you entered the room.”

His dark eyes found yours, willing your attention.

“Was it the idea of me that got you this wet?” He asked, his voice louder now, more commanding.

You nodded down at him, a smirk playing into your features. “The thought of the notorious Diego Hargreeves breaking down enough to play with me really got me going. Do you want to see if you can play up to the fantasy?” You egged him on.

He gave you that sarcastic smirk reserved only for when he was about to prove someone wrong. He then licked his lips and lowered his head to your core, pausing before ever touching you.

He took a deep inhale, relishing the earthy, ripe scent of you. It honestly made his mouth water. But he couldn’t dive in just yet, he knew he had to take his time if he really wanted to please you.

He took your calves in his hands, stretching one so far out that you could feel the strain behind your knee. He held it there, then his other hand draped your other leg over his shoulder.

He brought his attention to your thighs, licking a bold stripe directly along the crease of your leg and ass cheek, his teeth grazing along the sensitive flesh. He brought his lips around the perimeter of your drenched cunt, licking your lips to tease you.

You pushed yourself towards him with an annoyed huff, trying to get him to commit to pleasuring you. You heard him chuckle beneath you.

“Aren’t you my toy? I get to play with you how I want,” Diego teased, his mouth so close to your heat that his warm breath made your eyes flutter closed, delighted at the slight relief.

“Just hurry up,” You grumbled, your hips subtly moving in the hopes that some magical friction will come.

He laughed even louder now, knowing how impatient you were always known to be.

Wanting to oblige, and drive you mad, he immediately brought his mouth to your clit, surrounding it with his lips as an attentive tongue attacked the sensitive bud, all the while two of his fingers plunged into you.

He pulsated in and out of you at a maddening pace, all of the sudden stimulation causing you to shriek out as you lurched off the bed.

He took his hand off your leg to hold you down as you tried to escape, his arm creating a bar on your hips to keep you attached to the mattress.

Trapped there, the only relief you could find was in clutching his flexed biceps, and screaming into the air in little puffs of defiance.

“Fuck you, Diego.” You whined. “Oh my god, please…” You screamed out, unsure of what exactly you were begging for, only knowing that something had to change otherwise that pressure building in the depth of your belly was going to explode.

“Please, what?” Diego asked as he pulled away from you, his tongue and fingers stilling their erratic movements as he looked up at you.

His chin was dripping with your juices, so his generous tongue wiped his moist lips to clear the excess liquid. He brought his fingers to his mouth, cleaning them of you.

He stared down at you with a cocked head, amused at the mess you became. You were covered in sweat and your own mess, lying mostly limp and out of breath on the bed.

“Well, fuck, now please finish the job,” You muttered on the bed, your voice an echo of what it used to be, but your attitude fully remaining.

He took your legs off of his shoulder and let them fall to the floor, chuckling at how much they shook when you tried to control them.

“Sure, in time. But first, I think I should focus on unwrapping the rest of my present,” Diego said, ripping the sticky bows from your nipples without consideration, the slight sting causing your clit to throb painfully.

As he stared down at you, he licked his lips and nodded, thoroughly impressed. Looming over you, he pulled his shirt off, letting it fall at his feet.

“Klaus is a lucky guy, you are definitely sexy. Your pussy tastes so good,” Diego commented, working on unbuckling his belt.

You scoffed, pushing past the tired muscles in your body so that you could sit up. “You don’t need to tell me,” You replied, lowering a hand to your soaked core, swiping the pad of your finger through your own juices to sensually lick off.

Diego watched this with raised eyebrows. He ran a hand through his hair, sexual frustration overtaking his body as he watched you.

“Flip over,” He commanded, twirling his hand in a circular motion.

You obeyed, rolling onto your stomach. You felt Diego’s strong hands lift you by your hips until your ass hung high in the air, the cold air blowing right onto your wet pussy. You whined at the sensation.

You looked over your shoulder at the man behind you, turning at just the perfect moment to see his cock spring from his boxers. The tip was pink and raw looking, with just a little precum leaking. He must have been pretty turned on from you.

He looked up to see you staring at his cock, so he smirked at you.

“Do me a favor?” Diego asked as he inched forward, his tip just grazing you.

Your eyes rolled at the contact, grumpy about being led on like you were. “Maybe.”

“Don’t move.”

He dragged his cock along your folds, allowing it to stroke your clit as he thrusted it from top to bottom. You couldn’t help yourself, your body surged when you felt that, a moan spilling from your lips.

He scoffed. “I fucking said don’t do that.”

He pushed just the tip into your entrance, the sensation earning a sigh from you, then he pulled it from you entirely.

You groaned, waiting until he placed himself back at your entrance to try and push yourself onto him unexpectedly. He was quicker than you were, and pulled himself away.

You growled at him, pressing your face into the sheets below you, screaming into them out of frustration. You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you focused on the intense sting you felt after all this teasing.

“Diego, please…I fucking need you to do something,” You whispered to him, the tears audible in your voice.

He chuckled aloud, amused at your frustration, yet he decided to pity you. Once again, without any warning, he thrusted into you, bottoming out on the first thrust.

You screamed into the air, holding onto the sheets for dear life. Despite the pain, you were just thankful that the void within you was being filled with the pleasure.

His pace was quick, the sound of his thighs slapping into your thick ass was incessant. However, he only got about two dozen glorious thrusts in before the door was thrown open, causing him to stop.

Before you could even see who was at the door, you tried to scramble away from Diego to protect your modesty, but his fingers dug into your waist, anchoring you there.

Eventually, you were able to see over your shoulder, around Diego. There, in the doorway, was Klaus staring at you with discontent.

“I’m not okay with this anymore,” He started, his hands balling up angrily at his sides. “I thought I was, but then I kept hearing her scream and I just couldn’t let it continue.”

Diego twitched inside of you, and you were desperate for any contact, but if Klaus was no longer comfortable with this, then of course it was over. Diego began to pull out, but Klaus’s words stopped him.

“No, Diego, that’s not what I mean,” Klaus states, unbuttoning his jeans.

Your eyes brighten as you realize what is about to happen.

“Yes, baby, what a good idea! Get over here, love,” You cheer, so excited about having Klaus here with you. He wouldn’t let Diego bully you like he had been.

Diego continues thrusting, causing you to whimper at the contact. Klaus lowers his jeans just so that the swell of his hips are visible, then he closes the distance between you, crawling onto the bed.

He kneels directly in front of you, then he drops his pants to his knees, letting the fabric bunch up there. He collects your hair from your face, holding it behind your head in a makeshift hair tie.

“You want to do this, baby?” He asked you.

You nodded, your mouth already watering. You use one of your hands to grab him at the base, then you lick a full stripe up the length of him, collecting the first half of his girthy cock into your mouth. You began bobbing on him, the momentum of Diego’s movements aiding your rhythm.

You jerked off the part of Klaus’ cock that wouldn’t fit in your mouth. Your balance was really unstable, so Diego leaned down onto you so that his chest was pressed against your sweating back, wrapping an arm around you for support as he mercilessly thrusted into you.

You moaned at the sensation, but the sound wasn’t carried far as you began choking on Klaus’ cock. The slight vibrations from your moans were bliss to Klaus, and he encouraged you to get as loud as you could.

Diego changed his angle so that he was slamming directly into your g spot every time he thrusted into you. At this point, you began screaming at the contact, barely able to hold yourself up, let alone meet his thrusts or continue working on Klaus’s cock.

They began to improvise. Klaus used his handful of your hair to hold your head still as he began to swivel his hips into your face, his cock now fucking your mouth as you gagged nearly incessantly around him, desperately trying to keep up.

You just didn’t have enough time or energy, not after all of that painful teasing Diego had forced you through.

“Get her clit, man, that’ll get her,” Klaus instructed, his voice shallow and breathy as his head fell back, nearly at his own limit.

Diego nodded, too breathless and close to coming to speak. He moved his arm that had been securing you to come down to your clit, where the pad of his middle finger began rubbing unforgiving circles around it.

After only a few seconds, you had been pushed too far and the glorious sensation in your stomach was spilling over into a full blown, intense orgasm. You screamed around Klaus’s cock, clutching them so tightly that you nearly lost feeling in your fingers.

The vibrations of your scream was enough stimulation to cater to Klaus, and through your orgasmic screams, you had to swallow bouts of come from your boyfriend.

While you came, you clenched deliciously around Diego’s cock so many times with so many pressures that he couldn’t hold himself back. He pulled out and jerked himself a few more times until you felt hot liquid on your ass and the small of your back.

Both boys pulled away from you, allowing your defeated body to collapse on the bed. Klaus curled up next to you, pulling you into his arms and Diego disappeared into the bathroom.

#umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #diego oneshot #klaus oneshot #klaus smut #diego smut

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Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Prompt: Car sex?? I’m cackling it’s literally just car sex.

Word Count: 1570

Requested?: no

Warnings: smut!, public sex, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap that Willy) ________________

“I’m on the highway to hell!” I sang at the top of my lungs along with the radio. I drummed against the dashboard and Derek rolled his eyes.

“Can you not do that?” He asked, turning the radio off.

“You’re such a buzzkill.” I laughed. Derek’s face remained straight as he drove down the empty road. “Where are we going anyways?”

“You’ll see once we get there.” Derek replied curtly. He was apparently taking me on a romantic picnic but withheld the information about where it would be.

“If you tell me now I won’t have to jump on you in excitement, screaming like a maniac.” I stated while picking at my nail. Derek hated when I did that, he took a hand off the wheel and swatted my finger.

“Stop it.” He grunted. I exhaled loudly, crossing my arms. It was quiet for a few minutes before I began cracking my knuckles, another thing Derek couldn’t stand. “Y/N.” He warned.

“You sound really sexy when you say my name like that.” I replied with little to no hint of sarcasm in my voice. Derek glanced at me for a second and I winked at him. He fought a smile and kept his eyes on the road.

“Y/N.” Derek warned again when she continued cracking her knuckles. I smiled and cracked them all at once. “Stop.” Derek cringed.

“That tone is really turning me on.” I said only half joking. Derek inhaled and exhaled deeply.

“Your kind of pissing me off.” Derek grunted. I unbuckled my seatbelt and kissed Derek on his scruffy cheek.

“I’m sorry. I’m just bored.” I mumbled then puckered my lips and Derek quickly turned to kiss them then turned back to the road. “Another one?” I pouted and puckered my lips again.

“Really, Y/N?” Derek asked. I nodded and kept my lips puckered. Derek leant in and kissed me again. A bit longer that time. He pulled away and looked back at the road.

“One more.” I sighed. Derek rolled his eyes and pulled the car over. I felt a rush of confusion before Derek pulled my face to his in a heated kiss. I moaned as his tongue danced my mouth. His hand holding my face softly yet firmly. Then he pulled away and started driving again. I sat there panting, left in shock and needy. I stared at Derek who looked as if nothing just happened and tapped him on the shoulder.

“What?” He sighed.

“Last one?” Derek stared at me for a moment. My face was flushed and my pupils were most likely the size of saucers.

“No.” Derek replied. I gawked at him.

“Why not?” Derek ran a hand down his face after watching a pout form on my swollen lips.

“Because if I do then I won’t stop there.” He groaned. My breath hitched in my throat and my mind filled with dirty images of the us. Derek looked at me again and saw me staring at him with wide eyes.

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” I asked. Derek cleared his throat.

“You’re making this kind of hard for me Y/N.” She smiled and glanced down at his pants.

“Looks like that’s not the only thing I’m making hard.” I smirked. Derek just grunted and shifted in his seat. I walked my fingers along his thigh.

“Y/N.” Derek growled. I just moaned and began stroking his thigh.

“Let’s play a game.” I whispered. Derek said nothing. “How far can I get before you give in? If you give in I win. If you don’t I won’t do anything for the rest of the trip.” I gripped Derek through his jeans and he groaned. Taking that as a yes I palmed him and felt him twitch in my hand.

“Jesus.” He grunted as I stroked him faster. Derek’s breath hitched when I leant down and placed a kiss to his covered crotch. I unbuttoned his jeans and he lifted his hips so I could tug them down a bit. Now the only thing stopping me from touching him bare was his boxers. I kissed his member through his boxers and the car swerved slightly. I looked up at Derek and rose an eyebrow. He clenched his jaw and kept his eyes on the road.

“Looks like I’m getting to you.” I mumbled before pulling his member out of his boxers. Derek stiffened and exhaled sharply. I placed another kiss to the head and then swirled my tongue around it. Derek grunted and I sucked the head into my warm mouth.

“Fuck.” Derek sighed barely audible but I heard him and it encouraged me. I sucked more of him into my mouth and worked my hand on what couldn’t fit. Derek groaned and placed a hand on the back of my head to move me faster. I moaned around him and Derek’s eyes rolled back causing the car to swerve again. Eventually he just pulled over and grabbed me off of him, pulling me so I straddled his lap.

“I win.” I smirked and Derek just my her lips to his. Thankful that I’d worn a dress, he reached under it and tore my underwear off. I gasped and moaned when I felt a finger push inside of me. Derek grunted at how wet I was and began moving his finger quickly inside of me. I clutched onto Derek’s shoulders and rolled my hips against his hand.

“Why do you always tease me, Y/N?” Derek growled quickening his pace. I cried out in pleasure and tossed my head back.

“You’re just that easy.” I moaned. Derek growled again and curled his finger against my g-spot. I gasped and writhed in Derek’s lap. “Faster.”

“I think this pace is just fine.” Derek whispered. He flicked his tongue from the base of my neck to my ear.

“Derek.” I whined. He kissed my soft spot and kept his pace. I groaned. I was so close to her release but I just need him to go faster. I moved one her hands down and circled her clit, crying out and smashing my lips to Derek’s. He used his other hand to stroke himself.

“You’re fucking dripping.” Derek groaned feeling my juices all over his hand.

“Shit, Derek. I’m gonna cum.” I moaned. Derek finally picked up his pace and stroked my spot faster. My eyes rolled back and I gripped harder onto Derek’s shoulder. My other hand rubbed my clit fast as I felt my peak coming closer. I bit onto my lip and Derek leant forward and sucked it from between my teeth. He moved his mouth in sync with mine until i dropped my head back and cried out, cumming all over his hand.

“Ride me.” Derek said instantly. I lazily placed Derek’s member at my entrance and sank down. We both let out moans and I dropped my head onto Derek’s shoulder. Derek pulled the seat lever and it dropped backwards. I squeaked in surprise and we both laughed for a moment.

“You’re an ass.” I smiled. Derek winked at me and i began rolling my hips against his. He closed his eyes and gripped both of my ass cheeks.

“Fuck.” Derek groaned and squeezed my ass. I sat up and used Derek’s chest as leverage to bounce hard on his shaft. “Ugh just like that.”

“Touch me.” I moaned. Derek moved one hard to my clit and rubbed feverishly. My eyes rolled back and i bounced faster. Derek used his hand to pull down the straps along with my bra. I sucked in a breath when I angled against my g-spot. I ground my hips so that spot was constantly pushed against.

“I fucking love you.” Derek groaned as he watched my face contort with pleasure. My hip bucked and I dropped against Derek. My bare chest pressed against his clothed one.

“Derek! I’m gonna cum! Fuck I’m gonna cum!” I cried. Derek held both my ass cheeks and slammed me against his dick.

“So cum, Y/N. All over my dick.” Derek groaned into my ear. I smashed my lips to his and moaned before slamming my hips once hard against him. My body shook and my mouth hung open in a silent scream as I came undone.

“Derek.” I squeaked as he continued to slam me against him. Derek sucked my neck roughly and pounded into me. I yelled and gasped and moaned above him.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m almost there.” Derek groaned. I clenched my walls tightly and dug my nails into his shoulders. My eyes rolled back and Derek smacked my ass.

“Oh fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum again.” I gasped. My mouth hung open in pure ecstasy.

“Y/N. I’m gonna- fuck.” Derek groaned. My eyes rolled into her head and my back arched as I released again. Derek kept pounding until I clenched around him tightly.

“Fuck yes!” Derek growled and released himself. I cried out at the feeling of him shooting inside of me. I slowly rolled my hips to bring us both down from our highs. Derek kissed the top of my head and sighed.

“You never fail to amaze me, Mr.Hale.” I mumbled then placed a kiss to his lips. We stayed like that for a moment. Fully connected in every way and then separated. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

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cool-uncle-rudy-blog · 6 years

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Have some more botched resident evil 2 audio.

#markiplier #resident evil 2 #mark imagine #mark smut #markiplier edit

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cool-uncle-rudy-blog · 6 years

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Sorry the audio is a little botched, I had to use audio from a lot of interviews.

I like to imagine Tom as a virgin here.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland edit #spiderman #avengers

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cool-uncle-rudy-blog · 6 years

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I pieced together some audio from resident evil 2 remake.

Have fun with your imaginations 😊

Love this real proud dad!

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye edit #jacksepticeye audio #resident evil 2 #jacksepticeye imagine #jacksepticeye smut

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Ravenclaw: *seductively* Tell me your wildest fantasy.

Hufflepuff: I’m on the Wheel of Fortune and I spin it so hard it lights on fire.

Ravenclaw: No babe, I meant like-

Hufflepuff: Everyone claps.

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IMAGINE FRED WEASLEY ON A LOVE POTION

“I like this version of you quite a lot,” You admitted as you took the loopy boy to Madam Pomfrey.

“Which version?” He asked, smiling down at you.

“This obedient one, you’re being so pleasant. I wonder if you’d do anything I asked.”

“Like what?”

“Would you win a quidditch game in my name?”

He grabbed your hand in his. “Already have.”

“Would you light off fireworks in the Great Hall?”

His grin widened as he said, “Right under Dumbledore's nose.”

You paused.

“Would you kiss me if I asked?”

“All you’d have to do is ask.”

#Fred Weasley #Fred Weasley oneshot #harry potter universe #weasley twins #love potion

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Fred Weasley Private School A.U.

Summary: Fred is the popular jock at school with a long time crush that he’s ready to confess

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You leaned forward, staring inches away from the fuming test tube, studying the reaction of the volatile chemicals. Smiling, you scribbled the results down onto your notepad.

Finishing your sentence, someone creeping up behind you made you jump from your stool, clumsily tipping over. Strong arms linked around your waist and kept you from falling.

You pulled herself from the arms and turned to find the culprit, though you already knew who it was. Only one person bothered you like this.

Fred Weasley.

The cocky boy stood behind you with a smirk on his face, eyeing you up and down, obviously amused by your reaction.

“Careful there, clumsy,” He teased you, leaning against the science table.

Clad in his letterman jacket with that arrogant air about him, you couldn’t help but frown at him, crossing your arms across your chest.

You had tried making friends with Fred, but he only ever seemed interested in teasing you. However, there was always a tenderness in his eyes that kept you from hating him. The two of you were in that awkward unsure zone where neither one knew if they were friends, but both were desperate to be.

“Why do you always have to sneak up on me, Fred?” You asked with a sigh, placing your pencil on the table. “You know I hate it.”

He smirked, his translucent eyes flicking back and forth between yours, cherishing the hatred he saw in them. Any reaction he could get from you was worth it.

“I do know that,” He chided, purposely avoiding the question. He took another step towards you, and you took a wary, subtle step backwards.

Fred Weasley made you feel all the worst emotions at the same time, and you weren’t sure what the result would be if you let him get too close. Maybe a firm smack to the face, or maybe a long define-the-relationship stare that would give away too much. You had known each other since childhood, and it had always been the same back and forth too-much and then not-enough.

“You didn’t answer the question,” You noted with a flick of your hair, getting your defiant bangs out of your face, your loose ponytail barely restraining your hair.

He watched you do this, seeming momentarily distracted.

“No, I didn’t did I?” He said absentmindedly as he watched you try and flick your hair from your face, once more.

He then surprised you by taking a step forward, his large hands reaching out to brush the rogue strand of hair safely behind your ear. You stared into his eyes as you watched them trace the gentle shape of your cheekbones and the thick outline of your lips.

You took a step back, your eyes falling to the floor. You had no clue how to figure this boy out, and every time you tried, it just gave you a headache.

“No, you didn’t,” You mumbled out, your voice barely about a whisper.

You cleared your throat and straightened up, not about to let Fred intimidate you.

You were surprised when you made eye contact again, though. He no longer seemed smug or self-assured. Now he seemed vulnerable and disappointed. You ignored this and pushed on, trying to get to the bottom of his arrival.

“So, why do you do it?” You asked.

He stared at you before answering.

“This time, I have a very specific reason. Turns out I need tutoring, and you’re the one they told me to talk to. Apparently you’re like some god-like prodigy,” He said, a smile returning to his lips. Only this time, it was genuine. “But, believe it or not, I knew that already.”

You stood there, unsure if you could tutor him. You and him in the same room for prolonged periods of time seemed like a terrible idea!

“Are you s-sure that’s a good idea?” You stuttered out, your fingers tapping along the table.

He raised a knowing eyebrow, his smirk turning more mischievous. He leaned in closer to you, his face only inches from yours.

“What’s the matter, afraid of being alone with me?” He asked with a chuckle.

You, once again, took another step away from him, sitting down on the stool as an excuse. You shook your head.

“No, that’s-” You started, but he cut you off by stepping forward, occupying the empty space between your knees.

A lump formed in your throat as you closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the air shift as he stood so close to you. It was intoxicating, his presence. You wanted to linger there, remaining in it forever. It was warm and safe, and full of friendly competition, which you found so pleasantly stimulating.

However, Fred Weasley was not the type of man for you. He was bold and rash, and so utterly beautiful that he could have his pick of any girl, and he often changed his mind on which one he wanted. You worried about not being able to keep up with him.

“So, you’ll do it then?” He asked, an expecting look on his face.

Your breathing was becoming uneven, your skin tingling with potential betrayal- you worried you would reach out to touch him at any moment. You had to get yourself out of this situation. To end it as quickly as you could, you nodded your head, gulping down your feelings.

“Yes,” You breathed out, quickly rising from the chair, grabbing your test tube from the holder with the designated tool, utilizing this excuse to get away from him. You took care of the contents.

He watched you from afar, but you avoided his gaze as you removed your apron and goggles, placing them back in their slots.

“So, do you want to study today?” He asked you after several torturous moments of silence.

“Uhhh,” You wiped your sweaty hands on your pants while you thought about the question. “No, I can’t today. Mathletes until five, then I have to study for an AP History test. I’m free tomorrow?” You suggested.

He nodded his head, his smile growing.

“Yes, sounds good! I’ll text you” He said, collecting himself then walking towards the door. He paused upon reaching it.

He looked back at you, a cheeky smile on his lips.

“Nice goggle marks, by the way,” He teased, then disappeared.

You were highlighting important passages in your notes when your cell chimed, claiming your attention. You picked it up, seeing that Fred had finally messaged you.

Want to study now?

You rolled over onto your back, quickly clicking the keys.

Yes, want to come to mine?

Three dots popped up onto your phone screen, then the reply came quickly.

No, I’m home alone. Come to mine.

The next message gave an address.

You gulped, wondering what he was planning.

Why does it matter that you’re home alone? You messaged back, but after being left on read for nearly ten minutes, you deduced that he wasn’t going to reply so you loaded into your car and drove to the designated address.

You walked up to the door, knocking. He was quick to arrive, smiling at you. You hardly noticed his smile, as your eyes were focusing on the fact that he was shirtless.

Your eyebrows furrowed at this and you pointed at his bare and impressive torso.

“What…?” Was all you could ask as a blush crept onto your face.

He cocked his head at you, almost like a bewildered puppy. Then the craziest thing happened.

Fred Weasley blushed.

He tried to use the door as a shield, subtly hiding the majority of his body behind it.

“Uh, sorry. I was working out earlier and it didn’t really occur to me. Are you uncomfortable?” He asked, suddenly very concerned about your opinion.

You gave him a blank stare as you pushed into his house.

“It didn’t occur to you to put clothes on?” You asked, not buying his story.

His eyes scanned the floor. “Ok, I’ll go put a shirt on,” He said with a sheepish smile.

You held up your hands to still him.

“Hey, it’s your house, your rules. I’m just here to help you study, I don’t think a shirt will interfere with that,” You commented, unaware if that was the truth or not.

He nodded, then turned away from you.

“Ok, my room is up here, we can study there,” He told you, already disappearing up the stairs.

You followed him, staring at his flawless back muscles as he moved, his hand on the guardrail making certain muscles flex. You stared in awe at how perfect he was.

He turned around to face you, so you tried to pull your face together and make it look like you weren’t just staring at him.

“My room is right here, go ahead,” He extended a hand, allowing you to go first.

You settled on his bed, dropping your bag onto the floor, busying yourself with setting up your textbook and opening your notes to the appropriate pages.

While doing this, you felt Fred sit next to you on the bed. He sat so close to you that his weight made the bed shift, you falling closer to him. You cleared your throat, trying to position yourself further from him without being obvious.

Of course you were, and he smirked at how obvious you were. He didn’t comment on it, though, and instead looked at your notes to feign interest.

An hour and a half had passed. At first, it was studying. It was you teaching him concepts, and him struggling to grasp them. But then, he was understanding concepts before you even had time to teach them, and then instead of science and chemistry, easy conversation filled the time.

You stared at him after he answered another question correctly without even a second though. You looked back and forth between his eyes, noticing how unguarded they were. This was the real Fred - quick-witted and genuine, with clever one-liners and intimate conversations.

You saw into him, and you could clearly tell that he was smarter than he was letting on.

“You seem to be pretty good at this,” You commented, seeing the content glint disappear from his eyes as he tried to hide them by scanning the notes on your guys’ laps.

“Yea, you’re a pretty good teacher,” He said, smiling up at you.

“I haven’t taught you this yet. It almost seems like you don’t need tutoring,” You accused.

When his eyes locked onto yours, you could feel the defeat in them. His body sagged as he leaned against the wall supporting the bed.

“Well, now, you could be onto something there,” He muttered, his eyelashes acting as the perfect curtain to hide his guilty expression.

You rose, pushing your notes off your lap onto his bed, creating a quilt of AP chemistry notes.

“What is going on here?” You asked, your crossed arms a protective barrier over your wounded pride.

He looked into your eyes, then down to the floor. He then sat forward, running his callused hands over his face before shrugging at you, not being able to come up with a response.

“I just like hanging out with you, I guess,” He admitted.

You stared at him.

“What?”

“I wanted you to hang out with me, but I couldn’t think of another way to get you here,” He admitted, staring into your eyes.

You continued staring.

“You could have just asked me,” You told him.

He chuckled harshly at that. “Would you really have come over if I had just asked? After all of the teasing and the uncomfortable tension?” He asked you, sinking back into his bed to rest his back against the wall.

You considered this.

“Yes,” You answered simply once you had come to a conclusion. He looked up at you hopefully.

“But why do you treat me like that? Only me?”

He smiled, but part of him still seemed sad.

“’Cause you’re the only one who treats me like you do. I didn’t know how to handle that. And then factor in the sexual tension and the inevitable longing, and I had no clue what to do with you.”

There was a crimson carpet that unraveled up your neck and across your cheeks.

“Sexual tension and inevitable longing?” You questioned, repeating the words he had used, your voice so quiet he barely heard you.

The tint of your cheeks spread to the tips of his ears as he listened to his repeated words fall from your mouth. There was no turning back now. He had admitted, and he had to own it.

“Come on, do you really think I would go through all of your rejections and keep pestering you if I wasn’t damn near in love with you,” He said with a smirk, but his voice was low and meek, his eyes were glistening with need and exposure.

Fred Weasley could see you process this information as your eyes widened, flickering back and forth as you digested his words. You took a step away from him, then immediately took a larger step towards him.

You shook your head, seeming like you couldn’t understand his words.

“What?” You uttered again. “But all those other girls. I’m not like them, I don’t know how to-” You started, trying to open yourself up to him in the same way he opened up to you.

If he was willing to express himself, then you owed it to yourself and him to see where this could lead. After all, you never denied the sexual tension and inevitable longing, as he phrased it.

He pushed himself from the bed, appearing in front of you.

“If I liked the other girls, I wouldn’t be here with you. I want you,” He rushed out, anxious for you to hear those words and understand. He was so close to you that these words fanned his warm breath across your face and exposed collarbones.

You reached up and placed your hands on his chest, trying to steady yourself from all of these emotions. Without looking up, you whispered, “I think I really like you, too,” into his chest.

You felt, at the same time, his breathing cease and his heart beat accelerate. This phenomenon made your own heart beat faster, thrilled by how you affected him.

“Do you really mean-” He asked excitedly, but before he could finish, you pressed yourself onto your tiptoes, crashing your lips upon his.

He was surprised, his hands freezing at his sides before coming to rest upon your hips. He smiled into your kiss, his grin prominent on your own lips. You always hated that damn smirk and how it mocked you, but now you felt like it was for you and you owned it.

There was an unfamiliar longing in your stomach that bubbled up only when you were around Fred. It was the sensation that only he could summon, and now it was more powerful than ever. It was overwhelming and maturing, and you knew now was the time to act on this side of you that you never had before.

You pulled away, panting as you nuzzled into the side of his neck, whispered into his ear.

“Will you show me how?” You asked him as you placed your hand on his chest, pushing down to signal that you wanted him on the bed.

He obliged and laid down, but verbally objected.

“We shouldn’t. Not yet,” He said, his eyes still glazed from the kiss.

You stood in front of him.

“Do you want to?” You asked, a slight pout on your face.

He chuckled at you, having known you were going to throw a fit.

“Of course I do. I’ve wanted it since I was, like, ten,” He teased, staring up at you from his spot on the bed.

You smiled at him, his jokes one of his best qualities.

“Then there is nothing holding me back. After knowing me this long, you should know that I do what I want, and don’t listen to anyone who opposes me,” You teased him back, sauntering forward, but he sat up to stop you from climbing on top of him.

He sighed, clearly upset with himself for his next words.

“Y/n, I really don’t think we should,” He spoke.

You looked down at him, a smile creeping onto your lips. You admired and respected him in this moment, knowing that he only had your best interest at heart.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, a sensual sweet kiss full of passion and intimacy before pulling away, staring into his eyes.

“Then we won’t,” You told him, standing straight.

You took a deep breath, aware of how uncharacteristic you were being right now, but something about Fred made you want to do crazy things for him. You wrapped your fingers around the hem of your shirt, then quickly tugged it off before you could think twice about it.

You dropped it onto the floor.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things,” You said, then fingered the button on your shorts, tugging them from your legs, kicking them from your ankles.

His eyes were mesmerized by you, his words stolen right from his mouth. He licked his lips as his eyes scanned your exposed body. Your arms looped around your back, your nimble fingers unlatching your bra.

You held your unhooked bra still for a moment, enjoying the hypnotized look on Fred’s face while he waited like an obedient dog for his treat. Then you let the garment fall to the ground and his eyes fluttered shut, a deep breath falling from his mouth.

Just his reaction was enough to arouse you, and you felt the moisture collecting in your satin panties. You wondered if he could see it, then decided you didn’t care. Here with Fred, you knew you were free to be whoever you were.

“This is so sudden, I don’t understand,” Fred whimpered out, his body unnaturally still on the bed.

Your feet walked of their own accord, closing the distance between the two of you. You lowered yourself slowly in front of him until your breasts were directly in front of his face, then you pressed a chaste kiss to his chin.

“No, it’s about four years too late,” You told him, then took a seat on his thigh, letting it rest between your thighs.

As soon as you sat on it, you slightly jerked back up with a gasp, not expecting the friction to feel so amazing on your soaked core. Your clit made direct contact, and now throbbed for more.

Fred had noticed your reaction and his eyes looked down to his thigh to see where there was just the smallest little moist stain on his grey sweatpants from where your drenched panties made contact.

Without hesitation, he encompassed your head in his huge hands and pressed his mouth on yours, his tongue pillaging your mouth.

He pulled away to instruct you to sit back on his thigh.

You blushed, looking down at his thigh, looking at the stain.

“No, it’s hot,” Fred corrected, sensing your insecurity. His eyes were glazed as he looked at you, his dark eyes blown wide from his lust-filled pupils. “Now, sit down,” He ordered.

You did and whined a little when contact was made again. Without warning, Fred shifted his thigh beneath you, making it rub against you.

You unwillingly moaned out, desperately grasping his broad shoulders, digging your fingernails into his exposed skin.

“It feels so good,” You panted out, barely able to speak.

Fred’s gaze was locked on you, unable to look anywhere else.

“Oh my god, you are too perfect,” He breathed out, grinding his thigh into you once more, making you howl with pleasure.

You pressed your forehead into his shoulder, lost in pleasure, as your hips began moving themselves against his thigh.

You were just a mess of pants and moans at this point, unaware of what you were doing, just doing what felt good. It seemed to be impressing Fred, because he was just a string of reassurances and compliments as you worked yourself against him.

Only a few minutes passed before the pressure had built so much you had to explode. You screamed into his skin and drenched your panties so heavily that the stain on his pants spread out.

You stilled, making Fred smile down at you.

“What a good little angel, coming so quickly,” Fred whispered into your ear.

He easily picked you up and gently laid your back on the bed, careful to make sure your legs were off the bed enough. It made sense once he kneeled before you, wrapping your legs around his shoulders.

He smirked up at you between your legs.

“Now, let’s see if I can get you to come even quicker.”

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