i love matthew gray gubler.

You and Fred walked through Hogsweade together, your fingers laced together as if they were made to fit perfectly. You looked up at the stars and squeezed his hand. “We should find somewhere to look at the sky.” you suggested. “I think I know a guy.” Fred smirked back in response. You walked together to The Hog’s Head and Fred went to the bartender and spoke to him as you waited by the entrance. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but Fred finished talking to him and beckoned you over towards a door. You joined him again and he opened the door, which led to a staircase. You climbed the creaky wooden stairs as he did the same behind you. As soon as you reached the top you opened a metal door which led to a concrete roof. You gazed up at the stars once more, this time with a much better perspective. “You’re the coolest human I know.” you say, still gazing at the sky and smiling. “It’s rather hard being this awesome, actually. Lots of pressure.” he says, shaking his head sarcastically. You laugh and turn to face him, pulling him down a little for a kiss. He places his hands gently on your waist and you bring your hands to his face. “Let’s lie down and look at the stars, it’ll be like we’re in a coming-of-age movie.” you said, giggling with excitement. You laid on the cold concrete roof, staring up and trying to burn this memory into your head forever. “It sounds so stupid and cringey,” you began, bracing yourself, “but I have literally never felt this way about anyone in my life.” you say, your heart pounding and face reddening with embarrassment. It wasn’t really something you thought you’d ever say, and felt so out of character to hear it come out of your own mouth, but you had to say how you felt. You felt Fred’s head turn to look at you, and you looked back. “I feel the exact same way,” he said, looking into your eyes, “I want to always make you smile.” he whispered, grinning slightly, “i feel something when i see you.” You had never really talked like this before, but this moment felt too beautiful to not say everything in your heart. You knew if you didn’t that you’d regret it later. A huge grin spread across your face and you felt butterflies explode in your stomach. You reached for his hand and held it in your own. Sometimes life could be so hard, stressful, or feel like everything was going by so fast, but sometimes, things were okay. things could be okay.

wizards get horny too, people. Thanks for reading, queens.

“Perhaps,” you began, gently grabbing his wrist, “in your room?” you said cheekily. “Why, you little minx!” He exclaimed, sarcastically gasping and bringing a hand to his chest. You smirked and watched as he dragged Neville from the floor and back into the chair. “Shall we?” he asked when he was done, extending a hand to you. “How could I ever say no?” you started, “what, with your absolutely incredible physique…” you said, making him laugh. You tip-toed hand in hand up to his bedroom, quietly opening the door and stepping in. He turned around a brought his large hand up to cup your left cheek, then connecting his lips with yours again. Kissing Fred felt surprisingly…right? Quite hot, too. You melted into the kiss, lightly making out once again. You slowly started moving towards his bed, slipping off your shoes and jacket as he did the same. He sat down on the bed as you straddled his lap, still kissing his soft lips. He started kissing down your neck until he reached the top button of your shirt. “May I?” he asked, looking into your face. “Have at it.” you replied, making him smile. He kissed your collarbone, beginning to unbutton your shirt. Once it was unbuttoned, you unhooked your bra to save him time and possible embarrassment. He immediately started sucking and gently squeezing your tits, making you gasp and lean your head back in pleasure. You started grinding down on his now-hard dick, causing him to let out a little groan and grab your ass, moving you back on and forth gently. You pulled away from the kiss and put your hands on his chest, carefully laying him on his back. You leaned down and started slowly unbuttoning his shirt, licking and sucking his neck and chest as you went, driving him crazy. You reached the last button and started undoing his belt, then pulling off his trousers, leaving him in nothing but his boxers and unbuttoned shirt. You stood up and slowly took off your trousers as well, then straddled him again in nothing but your black lacey panties. “I quite like the view from here.” He said cheekily, gazing at you up and down, his erecting getting harder and harder. You lifted yourself off of him and pulled out his dick, moving aside your panties. “You’re sure this is alright?” he asked again. “Very much.” you replied with a little smile, leaning down to kiss him. You took his dick into your hand, aligning him at your entrance, then sinking down onto him. “Fuuuuuck,” he breathed out, tossing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. You put your hands on his chest and slowly rose up and then back down, wincing slightly. He was a tiny bit bigger than you were used to. “Are you okay, darling?” he asked sweetly, moving your hair out of your face. “Mhm,” you said, frantically nodding. He held onto your waist and helped you move at your own pace. You increased to a faster, steadier pace, circling your hips and grinding down on his dick. “Oh God, Freddy,” you moaned, causing him to feel an extra bolt of pleasure at the sudden nickname. He gripped your waist tighter, fingernails digging into your skin, only turning you on more. You moaned as you circled your hips on his dick, causing him to let out a low, sexy groan. “So good, love, you’re so good,” Fred moaned as he watched his dick disappear in and out of you. He held your bouncing tits in his hands, squeezing gently. You felt your orgasm approaching as a string of curses left his mouth. “I’m gonna cum, Freddy,” you gasped, bouncing faster with your hands on his shoulders. “Me too, darling—fucking hell—“ he breathed out. You came on his dick, moaning a little louder than you meant to. “Just a little more, almost there,” he said breathlessly, holding your hips and thrusting into you, hard and deep. You moaned at the overstimulation as he came inside you, then thrusted slowly a couple more times, riding out his high. You rose off of him and laid beside him, panting. “Merlin’s fucking beard.” he breathed out, making you smile. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” you said, still catching your breath. CONTINUED IN PART 4

Snape dismissed the class and you gathered your things and stormed out of the classroom. You went straight to the Gryffindor common room and sat on the couch, telling your friends that weren’t in potions class what happened. “He’s such an imbecile. And he thinks it’s bloody funny! The asshole was laughing at me!” you spat. Just then, Fred, George, and Lee came into the common room, heading for the stairs to the boys dormitory. He looked at you, obviously taking into account how angry you were, then quickly ran up the stairs. You rolled your eyes and pulled out a few books. “I’m doing my maths homework then heading to bed. You don’t have to wait up for me.” You told your friends. They stayed for a bit longer then one by one went to their rooms. After about an hour, the common room was practically empty, except for Neville who had fallen asleep in an armchair. You heard footsteps behind you, causing you to turn your head. Of course it was Fred, with his hands shoved in his pockets as he stared at the ground. You ignored him and turned back to your work. “Y/N,” he said. “I think I owe you an apology.” he said quietly, clearly not used to doing something like this. “Oh, you think so? Why, you’re so generous, Fred! Saying sorry for something that is entirely your fault, you’re SO brave.” you sarcastically exclaim. “Alright, I earned that.” he says, nodding with a little grin and sitting on the floor beside you, the fireplace roaring a few feet in front of you. “I know I was an asshole, I just wanted to tell you that even though you think i’m a conceited, selfish idiot, I feel bad. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.” he said. He actually did seem genuine. You were obviously still angry, but you can’t just not even validate his effort. “It’s not okay, but I really appreciate the apology,” you say sincerely. “And you should feel bad.” you add. “I know, I do.” he said. “So,” he said, breaking the awkward silence. “what are you working on?” he asked, looking over your shoulder. “Maths homework. I assume you didn’t do it.” you say, noticing his puzzled expression. “Not really my thing. I plan to get by in life with my absolutely incredible physique.” he said sarcastically, getting a little laugh out of you, in spite of yourself. “Oh so you can smile? I thought you just looked murderous at all times, like a resting murderer face or something.” he said with a slight smirk. “I don’t mean to look murderous,” you say with a little chuckle, “you just drive me up a wall.” you say, exasperated. “Yes, I do tend to drive people extraordinary places. Up a wall, crazy, insane, many exotic locations.” he says with a little smile, making you chuckle again. “You’re not so bad when you stop trying to impress everyone, you know.” you say, looking him in the face. “Well,” he said, moving a little closer. “not everyone.” he said quietly. Your breath hitched in your throat a bit. What was happening? And why did you…not want it to stop? “You’re definitely a tough crowd,” he spoke barely above a whisper, “but I knew you’d come around.” he breathed, looking you in the eyes, moving closer. You studied his face, eyes, then lips, subconsciously inching close to him. “I’m a little hard to please, I suppose.” you whisper, your stomach swarming with butterflies. “I’m a hard worker.” he whispered back, sending chills down your spine. You slowly leaned in, heart pounding. He did the same, in utter disbelief that this was happening. His lips moved perfectly against yours, slow and sensual. The kiss deepened a bit as you opened your mouth slightly, allowing his tongue in. This went on for about ten more seconds until a sound from the other end of the room made you jump. “Never in a million years…!” started Neville, awake now. “I’ve got to tell Ron!” he said, standing up from the armchair and heading for the stairs. You pulled out your wand and quickly muttered a spell, causing him to fall on the floor and fall right back asleep. “I’ll move him back to the chair, and then we can continue where we left off.” he smirked. CONTINUED IN PART 3!

“I have to sit next to him in potions, it’s TORTURE.” you complained to Katie (Bell). “Fred just loves attention. You have to get used to it.” she replied, shrugging. “I don’t understand how everyone adores them, they have their own little fucking fan club. He drives me mad.” You say, shaking your head in disbelief. “They may be obnoxious, but they’re quite funny. Everyone has flaws.” she says. “Maybe i get annoyed about your constant complaining about them,” she says. “Flaws are inevitable!” she adds, shrugging and losing eye contact when she sees your face. “Fine. I don’t HATE them, that’s a strong word. I guess I just don’t understand why i’m the only one not kissing their ass, you know?” you tell her. “Fred is definitely the more obnoxious of the two. Ringleader for sure.” you add. “Alright, I have to get to herbology and honestly I don’t feel like hearing you complain any longer. I’ll see you later.” She says, patting your back and grabbing her things. “See ya.” you say, giving her an embarrassed wave. They weren’t horrible people or anything, they’ve never really done anything to you, but they, especially Fred, just really got under your skin for whatever reason. You tried to shake it off and just tell yourself that there will always be people that annoy you, and you just have to get used to it. You remembered that all day, until the end of potions class. Fred was mildly annoying as usual, but you simply ignored him and took notes like always. Until Snape decided to hand out a pop quiz, causing Fred to quickly realize he hadn’t been listening to a single word Snape had said. You began the quiz as soon as it was handed to you, going through your notes and jotting down the answers. You felt Fred’s eyes on you, making you turn your head to look at him. “Say,” he said, scooting closer. “Would you mind sharing those handy dandy little notes with your dearest classmate?” he asked, inching his fingers towards your notebook. “Ah, yes, my dearest classmate that doesn’t listen to a single word the entire class wants me to share my notes with him. How could I say no?” you say sarcastically, pulling your notebook closer to you. “Aw, come on, love, don’t be that way. I’m a fair fellow.” he said, scooting closer again. “I’ll owe you one. Anything you need, anytime,” He went on. “Need to borrow an invisibility cloak? I know a guy! Need a pair of extendable ears? Freddy’s your man! Need a-“ he said, before you broke him off. “I’m alright, thanks.” you said, rolling your eyes and shooing him away. Fred dramatically clutched his heart and scooted away. “Witches be crazy.” he muttered under his breath. You felt your face heat up with anger. “On second thought, why not! I’m feeling generous today.” You said, flipping the page in your notebook and scribbling something, then passing the notebook to Fred. “Good to see you finally came around, love.” he winked and pulled the notebook towards him. He looked down and the smile left his face when he saw “FUCK YOU, WEASLEY.” scribbled in big letters across the paper. “You’re a naughty one, are you?” He said taken aback, an appreciative smile on his face. “Now,” he said, staring at the notebook and then the quiz, “Which one is this the answer to?” He said seriously, then laughing when you looked at him furiously. You grabbed the notebook back, accidentally getting Snape’s attention. “Well, well, well.” he drawled. “Passing notes, are we, Mister and Mrs. Weasley?” He said, causing the classroom to giggle, and your cheeks to turn a bright red. He grabbed the notebook off the desk and raised his eyebrows upon reading it. “Quite nasty language for a young witch like yourself, Miss Y/L/N. Detention tomorrow evening. Both of you.” He scolded, lightly tossing the notebook back onto the desk. You looked at Fred, only to see that he was chuckling to himself. You rolled your eyes and kicked him under the desk. “Such a fiery one, you are!” He said dramatically, wiggling his fingers acting as if they were flames, then pretending to burn himself. CONTINUED IN PART TWO!!!

you snuck past each door as quietly as possible until you reached Fred, George, and Lee’s room. Lee and George were out for the night on a double date at The Three Broomsticks. You did the secret knock you and Fred agreed upon, allowing him to open the door and pull you in discreetly. You didn’t usually ever dress sexy, so when you planned secret, forbidden rendezvous such as these, you tried to give him a little spice. You were wearing a huge black t shirt with sweatpants and crew socks, and a gorgeous set of purple lingerie underneath. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction. “So funny bumping into you here. Do you attend school here as well?” He asked with an adorable little smile. “No, actually me and Filch are having an affair and I came to break this off. We’re in love. Sometimes Mrs. Norris even joins us.” You said, slowly pushing him back towards the bed. “Bollocks. Although, i would love to see that monstrosity.” He said chuckling. You laughed quietly and continuing pursuing him towards his unmade bed. “You couldn’t have at least made the bed? Molly would be so disappointed.” You said, sarcastically scoffing. “Well, love, we’re going to make a mess in it anyway, won’t we?” He said in almost a whisper, a huge grin on his face. You chuckled as his knees hit the bed, causing him to sit down and pull you into his lap. He slowly and sensually started kissing you, making you hotter by the millisecond. He brings both of his big hands down to your ass squeezing running his hands all over it. He moved his hands to your thighs, rubbing up and down slowly. After a little while of making out, he brought his hand up under your shirt to touch your boob, causing him to feel the lingerie you had on. “Oh i’m going to sleep so well tonight.” He said, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning his head back and doing the “score!” movement with his free hand. You threw your head back in laughter, then went back to making out. You could feel the bulge in his boxers slowly begin to grow, so you lifted your hips a bit and started grinding down directly on top of it. He grabbed your ass again and helped you move back and forth, hissing lightly when you hit a good spot. “Great warm-up. Let’s get to the show, shall we?” You say, grinding once more then pushing his back down on the bed, his erection very prevalent now. You slowly took of your shirt, then sweatpants, revealing your lingerie at last. “I think my stiffy just got a stiffy.” he said, eyeing you up and down. You giggled and walked crawled back on top of his, allowing him to run his hands all over you. “I love this color. Maybe I ought to get one of these for myself.” He said, running his finger along the hem. “I agree, although i’d be a bit scared you’d look much better in it.” You replied, causing him to giggle. “Not possible, darling.” He said in a low voice with a sweet little grin, making you want to ride his dick into the next millennium. He pulled you back down and began feeling your boobs and occasionally rubbings his hands over your bare thighs, squeezing gently. You moved down to his boxers, pulling them off and allowing his erection to pop out. You slowly started pumping up and down, watching his head fall back in pleasure. You almost moaned just WATCHING him. You pressed your lips to the tip, kissing it softly. You swirled your tongue around the tip a few times before licking a stripe up his cock. You took him whole into your mouth and sucked up and down while looking him in the eyes, driving him crazy. You did that for another minute or so, your jaw crazy tired, until he came in your mouth, which you didn’t love but also didn’t really mind. He kissed you passionately and pulled you back onto his lap, squeezing your ass so hard you were figured it would it left marks (you weren’t complaining). He pulled the panties of your lingerie aside, rubbing you gently. “Are you alright? You ready?” He asked sweetly. You pecked him on the lips and held on to his shoulders. “Give it your all, Weasley.” You said, smirking, getting a sexy, low chuckle out of him. CONT. in pt. 2 !!!

You aligned him at your entrance, sinking down onto his dick as he watched you in a trance. You started to slowly move up and down, wincing a bit. He began kissing your neck and sucking at the sensitive skin. He pulled out one of your boobs from the lingerie and sucked gently. You began to bounce faster up and down, digging your nails into his shoulders a bit. He held your ass as you bounced, slapping it lightly now and then (each time he’d check your reaction to make sure he didn’t hurt you). You moaned into his shoulder, gasping his name in his ear. “Oh—Freddy,” you breathed out. He moaned at that alone, grabbing your ass and helping you move even faster. “I love it when you bounce on my cock like that, so—so good,” he moaned, short of breath. You felt your pleasure multiply from his words. “I love riding your cock, Freddy you’re so fucking big—fuck.” you gasped. “Almost there, darling——Fuckin’, hell,” He moaned. “Me too, love,” you replied breathlessly. He came first, you a few seconds after. He stayed inside you for a moment, allowing you to ride out your high. You moaned quietly one last time, then pulled yourself off and kissed him. “That was definitely one for the books, i’d say,” He said, almost completely out of breath. “No kidding.” you replied, equally out of breath. He went to grab his boxers off the floor when he noticed a shadow under the door. He felt a purge in his stomach as he opened to door to find George, Lee, Seamus, and Ron all standing outside the door, laughing their asses off. “Don’t let us interrupt, Freddy! Sounds like you two are having a ball!” George said, leaning his head back in amusement. Fred shut the door immediately, slowly turning around to see the look of horror on your face. “I hope that was worth it because i’m killing myself. Tonight. Ending it all. Goodbye. FUCK.” you exclaimed, falling back onto his pillows. Fred ran over, chuckling, to console you. “It’s alright, darling, all they know now is that you’re a fucking incredible shag.” He said in your ear, making you laugh. “I still have to sneak back to my room.” you said frowning. “I’ll get rid of them, it’s alright.” He said. Fred forced them into the common room, allowing you to sneak back to your dormitory. Tomorrow would be humiliating, but it was totally worth it for that fantastic ginger dick.

you leaned your head back against the shower wall, quietly cursing and moaning. “Freddy,” you gasped as he hit the right spot. That only pushed him further over the edge. “Fuck say my name just like that.” He breathed out. “God, Freddy—feels so good,” You moaned. He went a little faster, but much harder, making your toes curl against his back. You moaned out, this time a little louder on accident. He grunted as he fucked you faster, making you want to hear more. You clenched as hard as you could around him, making him lean back his head and squeeze his eyes closed. “Fuck, Y/N, just like that, love,” He said breathlessly. He pumped into you (HARD) a few more times before you could tell he was about to cum. “Almost there, darling,” he said, slowly grinding his hips into yours, fucking you deeper. You moaned loudly and clawed at his back, nearing your climax. “Me too, Freddy—fucking fuck—“ you moaned out as you came. He pushes you up and fucks into you as fast as he can for a few seconds until he’s about to cum. “Stomach?” He asked, out of breath. You frantically nodded, watching him pull out and releasing onto your stomach. He moaned and started catching his breath. “Fucking hell.” He groaned, smiling down at you. “I know.” you replied, still catching your breath as well. “That was incredible, but next time i’ll just fuck you from behind. My arms almost gave out about halfway through.” He said, chuckling. He noticed the slightly embarrassed look on your face and immediately began reassuring you. “No no no!! It’s not that you’re heavy! I’m just terribly weak! See??” He exclaimed, pointing to his somewhat bony arms. You quite liked his arms. “I like how you look,” you said certainly. “I would never want a man with big, huge arm muscles. They usually have a small dick and bad personality.” He laughed and kissed your nose. “So?” He responded, “maybe I have both and you’re just blind to it because of how completely beautiful i am?” he said, striking an overdramatic pose. You laughed and started stroking his toned chest up and down. “Trust me,” you said eyeing him up and down, “your personality is why i love you, and your big dick is just a bonus.” You said giggling. He pulled you in for another kiss, holding the small of your back with both hands. “This really makes me want to have another round.” He says with a smirk. “Okay, but don’t have a bitch fit when the water gets cold.” You say, grabbing the body wash and rubbing it on. He got some in his hand and started rubbing it on your body as well. This horny son of a bitch will have you sore as shit by the end of this week, but It was totally worth it.

“Hurry up, George will be back in less than an hour!” Fred said, rushing you up the stairs. You had just finished studying and Fred had just gotten done with quidditch practice. George and Lee went to grab some lunch, leaving you and Fred alone. Since Fred was gross and sweaty anyway, you figured this was the perfect opportunity for shower sex. “I doubt that. Him and Lee always end up hanging out after they eat and go to Honeydukes or something. We’re fine.” You replied as he was about to pick you up and run to his room. You couldn’t tell if he was rushing so much because he was genuinely worried about George coming home, or if he was just that horny. It had been a couple of weeks since you were able to get some time to yourselves, so it’s possible that it was the latter. You reached his door eventually, chuckling as he struggled to get the door open. As soon as he opened the door, he pulled you in ran into the bathroom, turning in the water. “Get over here, sexy lady.” He said sarcastically, raising one eyebrow and smirking like the idiot he was. You loved it, though. You laughed and ran to the door, immediately kissing him as soon as you were close enough. He had already taken his shirt off and you gently placed your hands on his chest. He crept his hands down your back, grabbing your ass. “Slow down, buddy, you wanna actually get in the shower first?” you said, giggling at his excitement. “Well…” He said looking you up and down. “Do you prefer to shower with your clothes on or off?” He asked, raising his eyebrows then chuckling. “You do the honors.” You said, smiling and closing your eyes, placing your arms up for him to take off your shirt. Smirking, he gently grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. You undid your bra for him to save him the embarrassment and awkwardness. “I’ll get to you ladies in a minute.” He said to your boobs. You chuckled and pulled down your pants, underwear, and socks, as he did the same. Both of you now completely naked, stepped into the steamy shower. “Where were we, darling?” He said, breaking the silence. He leaned down, sucking on your left boob while gently squeezing the other. You tilted your head back and closed your eyes in pleasure. He began kissing up your neck until he got to your lips, kissing you as passionately as before, reaching down to grab your ass again. “You know, you actually do need a shower. You’re not fucking me when you smell like a wet rat.” You said, smiling softly. He gave your ass another squeeze before smiling and grabbing the shampoo and handing it to you. You poured a dollop into your hand and began to massage it into his hair, using your nails to lightly scratch his head, his favorite thing ever. After about a minute he washes it out and does the same to you. While you’re turned around letting him wash your hair, he slips one of his fingers down your front and starts rubbing your clit. You slightly arch your back against him, causing his erection to poke you in the back. “I’ll help you with that right after i wash this out,” you say, pointing to your hair. “I don’t want to get soap in my eye, it’ll make this really awkward.” You say. you rinse out the shampoo and turn to face him, running your hand down his freckled stomach and grabbing his dick. You begin to slowly pump him up and down as you watch his head fall back, making you hornier by the second. “Come here.” He says in the lowest, sexiest voice you’ve ever heard. He picks you up and pushes your back against the wall. You wince slightly at how cold the tile is. “May I?” He asks, smirking and looking into your eyes. “You better.” You reply, smirking back. He pushes you up a little more, then gently pushes into you, his dick hard as a fucking rock at this point. He gives you a moment to allow you to adjust until you tell him it’s alright to move. He pushes in and out of you, keeping you pressed against the wall (which, while very hot, made you feel a little insecure because it emphasized your tummy rolls quite a bit, which he couldn’t have cared less about). Cont. in pt. 2!

You were sitting on the counter in the kitchen in an oversized t-shirt, baggy boxers and crew socks eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when you heard the keys in the door jingle. Fred walked in, took off his coat, set down his bag, and came into th kitchen. “Hey, love” he said, coming over to kiss your forehead. “How was work?” He said, opening the fridge and grabbing a ginger ale. You worked as a store clerk at the grocery store a few blocks away, and you got off work about an hour before him. “It was alright,” you replied. “nothing exciting.” He pointed to the sandwich you were eating and raised his eyebrows, as to ask for a bite. You held it out to him and he took a big ass bite out of the side. “Well damn you might as well just take the rest.” You said laughing. He chuckled and took it from you, devouring it in one bite. You don’t know how he was so fucking skinny. “How about you?” you asked, “Work went alright today?” He nodded while he finished chewing, “Same as usual, busy as hell and my feet are throbbing.” He replied. “Wanna watch a movie or something? I just bought kettle corn yesterday.” you suggested. “Yeah, sure. Let me slip into something…a little more comfortable.” He said over-dramatically, winking. You chuckled as he went to change out of his work clothes, sitting down on the couch and putting on you and Fred’s comfort movie, Superbad (can you watch muggle stuff in the wizarding world?? i don’t care y’all write the most unrealistic shit i can do what i want lmao). Fred came into the living room in long, green and blue plaid pajama pants and a black t-shirt. He put his left arm around you as you nuzzled into his side. For 2 peaceful hours it was just you and Fred, laughing at dumb humor, cuddling into eachother, silently appreciating the others’ presence more than anything in the world. Life could feel so heavy and suffocating, but sometimes, during moments like this, everything was okay.

he starts slowly pushing in and out of you, nuzzling into the left side of your neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin. He knows exactly what you like. You wrap your legs around his waist and cross your ankles to allow him to fuck you at a deeper angle. You let out a moan and wrap your arms around him as he hits the spot. He moves just a little faster, fucking you deeper and deeper with each thrust. He lets a moan out as you clench around him which makes you wanna fuck the shit out of him. He squeezes your right boob lightly and sloppily but passionately kisses you. “God, Freddy you feel so good,” you moan in his ear, encouraging his orgasm and making him speed up a bit. You scratch his back lightly as he fucks you faster, hitting the right spot a few times. “You feel so good around my cock,” he breathes out, thrusting as deep into you as possible. You moan at his words and silently pray this feeling lasts forever. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so good, love, i’m close,” he says, short of breath. He thrusts into you, hard and deep, before cumming and moaning your name. “I’m almost there, Freddy, just a little more——fuck, so close love,” you moan breathlessly. He holds onto your legs and fucks you for about 15 seconds longer before you orgasm, immediately after which he collapses on top of you and you both catch your breath. He picks his head up after a little bit and pushes the hair off your sweaty face, kissing your forehead and then your nose. He moves off of you and searches around for your shirt. He finds it and hands it to you, then leads you to the bathroom after you put it on. He grabs a washcloth and wets it, beginning to clean you up. “Looks like wet wash cloths are good for something, aren’t they? I bet you feel soooo dumb right now.” he says mockingly. You laugh and watch him blissfully, your sweet, cocky ginger boy. “Yeah, for CUM not your face, dummy.” You say chuckling, He finishes and pecks you on the lips. You walk back into his bedroom, moving again towards the bed. He pulls you close to him underneath the covers, allowing you to rest your head on his chest and wrap your leg around him. After a few minutes of him stroking your hair and you tracing his happy trail, you fall asleep, only to be woken up about half an hour later from his dumb ass always twitching in his sleep. Around 8:30 A.M., you woke up a couple minutes before him and just watched him sleep. Not in a creepy Bill Cosby way, just appreciating his sweet, beautiful, pale and freckled face. “Freddy,” you whisper shaking him. He stirs a bit but doesn’t wake up. “Freddy,” you try again, nothing. This bitch is ASLEEP. You carefully lift his arm, tickling his hairy ass armpits, waking him up after a few seconds of it. “Let’s head downstairs for breakfast, i’m starving.” You say when he wakes up. You both get dressed and head downstairs, grabbing plates for breakfast. Everyone is downstairs except for Ginny and Arthur, who must’ve still been sleeping. You said good morning to everyone, which went nicely until you got to Ron. He looked between the two of you and shook his head in disgust. “Thin bloody walls, Fred. There’s such thing as a muffling charm, you know.” He says, causing your ears to warm in embarrassment. Fred looks at you and shrugs, reaching down and rubbing your ass as he laughs. The Burrow was always pretty crowded and chaotic, but it was probably one of your favorite places in the world. Just you, your lanky boy, and his adorable family that made you feel so welcomed. All was well, and Ron had a lot worse to come, as it was only the second day of Spring Break.

After he finishes brushing his teeth, he begins what he has the audacity to call a “skin care routine”, which is wiping his face with a wet wash cloth. “Wow, skin care legend.” you mock, fake applauding as he dries his face. “If i had an actual ‘skin care routine’ it wouldn’t be fair to others, i’d be too perfect if i had amazing skin as well as all my other incredible assets.” He sarcastically gloats. “Ugh, you’re so right, can you imagine what people would say about us? i’d look like an ogre next to you.” you reply just as sarcastically. “Aw love,” he says, walking over and cupping your cheeks, “you’re so right.” You laugh as he takes your hand and walks with you back to his room. “Alright, come here, lover boy.” you say, jokingly rolling your eyes. He does an adorable little jog toward you and kisses you with a smile as he wraps his arms around your waist. You slowly start moving towards the bed after a minute of making out standing up, his long ass legs get tired fast. You lay back on the bed, and he begins sneaking a hand up your shirt, discovering no bra (who the fuck wears a bra underneath a gigantic t-shirt), he smirks a little and comes up for a second. “Okay fine, you got me there, that’s very hot.” He says. “Comfort is the new hot? i could get down with that.” You reply. He lets out an adorable giggle and resumes reaching up your shirt, “This is okay, right?” he asks sweetly, “Of course, Freddy.” You reply with a little smile, “just don’t squeeze too hard, you know i’m not into that shit.” You add. “Of course, love.” He says, chuckling. He squeezes your left boob as you lightly grip the hair on the back of his head. You lift your back off the bed so he can pull off your shirt, which he does with pleasure. He instantly leans down to start sucking on your boobs, alternating between them. You lean your head back and quietly moan at the feeling of warmth flooding your body. He starts slowly kissing down your tummy, which always makes you feel a little self conscious, but he doesn’t even acknowledge the pudge that you think is so noticeable. He looks up to you for permission before sliding off your pants, to which you say yes, obviously. He comes back up to kiss you on the lips before moving back down to your legs. He carefully pulls off your panties before gently spreading apart your legs and settling between them. He starts circling your clit with his thumb a bit before leaning down and sucking it. He swirls his tongue and you grip his hair with your right hand, and grip the sheets with your left. He pushes in a finger, lets you adjust for a moment, and then adds in another finger, while sucking your clit. you arch your back off the mattress and gasp quietly. “Fuck, Freddy, you’re so good.” you moan. After a couple more minutes you feel your orgasm approaching, your breath becoming much shorter. “Almost there, Freddy,” you breathe, before moaning and releasing on him. He smirks and comes back up to your lips (the ones on your face this time) for a kiss, and you feel his clothed bulge pressing against your wet heat. “Bitch, take off your clothes, i feel like a hooker here.” You say, short of breath. He laughs and takes off his sweater and pajama pants, leaving him in nothing but plaid boxers and fuzzy socks, being the fashion icon that he is. His rock hard erection now clearly visible to you, he points to it and then to you, with a sarcastically quizzical look on his face. You chuckle and pull him down to kiss you, tugging down his boxers. “We still on for the penetration?” He asks, making you laugh so hard you lean your head back off the bed. “Yeah I just gotta double check my schedule.” You reply, chuckling, before using your hand to align him at your entrance. He lets out a little gasp at the feeling, as you tilt your head back in pleasure. You tell him it’s okay, and he begins to slowly push into you. You’ve had sex plenty of times before, but he still takes some adjusting. He doesn’t have a fucking 12 inch cervix-bruising dick or anything but he was still a little above average. Cont. in Pt. 3!!!!

You and Fred were in your seventh year at Hogwarts, dating since the beginning of your 6th. This was the second Spring Break you had spent with the Weasleys at The Burrow. You had gotten to know all of them fairly well, along with Harry, who spent Spring Break with them as well. You wish him and Ginny would just fuck already, being around them gives you the worst second-hand embarrassment. Anyway, you and Fred were upstairs in his room watching muggle tv after playing board games for what felt like 4 hours straight with the rest of the family. “I can’t believe you’ve never even heard of Saturday Night Live. Like I know it’s a muggle program, but you guys don’t even have like a wizard rip-off of it or something?” You said, laying to the right of him resting your head on his chest. “Nope. We should, though. Can you imagine Andy Samberg in a wizard version of this? i’d fucking kill for that.” Fred replied. “Me too. His name would be like Andric Sambergerry or something really British like that.” You say. Fred chuckles and cross his left ankle over the other, making you look down and appreciate how adorable his fuzzy socks look on his big ass feet as they dangle over the end of the bed. He laughs at a skit playing on the tv and snuggles a little closer to you, getting sleepy. Just then, George walks in the room and starts grabbing a pair of pajamas out of a large dresser with overstuffed drawers and broken knobs. “I’m gonna sleep on the couch downstairs, it feels a little pervy to sleep alone in a room with you guys. It also reminds me makes me feel lonely, so thanks for that, really boosts my self esteem. Anyway, night night, you sick sons of bitches.” George leaves the room, sarcastically weeping, as you and Fred laugh at his pain. “Well, would you look at that we’re all alone. What shall we do…” Fred says sarcastically shrugging his shoulders and making a thinking face, which you know is satire because he cannot process non-chaotic thoughts. You chuckle as he gently lays his left hand on your hip and begins leaning towards you for a kiss, you give him a lil smooch before pulling back, “First let me brush my teeth, i’m not sticking my tongue down your throat with the taste of your mom’s beef stew in mouth.” You tell him, getting up and walking towards the bathroom. You’re wearing crew socks, baggy sweatpants, and a 3XL t-shirt of your favorite wizard rock band, Broken Spell. After you pulled out your toothbrush and started brushing your teeth, you hear Fred’s heavy ass footsteps making the floor creak behind you. He starts horribly singing your favorite Broken Spell song quietly, dancing in place. You start dancing with him a little while brushing your teeth, until you lean over to spit in the sink and start your skincare routine. Yes, mama, even wizards need to take care of their skin. Fred rests his chin on your left shoulder and watches you in the mirror, or more realistically, stares at himself. you finish up and turn around, leaning up a little to kiss him. He doesn’t exactly tower over you, you’re not fucking Flitwick, but he’s definitely taller than you. He kisses you back, placing his hands on your waist and lifting you just a little bit so you’re sitting on the counter. Not that he could like fully lift you that well, skinny guys were your thing and he definitely fit the bill, and you were no Kendall Jenner, you had body fat just like any normal person. Fred wasn’t the type of guy who cared about that shit, though. You pushed yourself on top of the counter and wrapped your legs around the back of Fred’s as you two began lightly making out. “Shall we take this into the bedroom, mi’lady?” He asked. “i’ll avada kedavra myself if mum or anyone sees us.” You let out an understanding chuckle and hopped off the counter. “Of course, right after you brush those teeth, sir.” You sarcastically scolded him. He laughs and pulls out his tooth brush while you sit on the rim of the bathtub, appreciating how sweet and long he looks. After he finishes brushing his teeth….continued in pt. 2!!!!!!