BestFriend! Fred with no boundaries teaches you how to have sex pt 3
summary: Fred continues his role as your sex tutor when you get curious about being on top
warnings: smut, cursing, Fred being sexy
Pt1. Pt2.
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Your shoes clattered as you trudged up the stairs from the Potions classroom, clutching a stack of extra books to your chest. The weather was turning, and the dungeons were particularly damp and chill. It didn’t help that the sun had already set. Your potions partner was, as per usual, busy with something, leaving you alone to handle the nightly checkups on your extra credit assignment. Your bare legs shivered as you entered the Great Hall, an autumn draft spilling in from an open door somewhere. You quickened your pace up the marble staircase, eager to enter the warmth of the Gryffindor common room, red and comforting like the inside of a blanket fort. Fred was right, you should start wearing tights with your short skirts.
Fred, your best friend, was always giving you helpful suggestions like this- especially since you’d entrusted him with teaching you how to be intimate. You had always been a hands on learner. And he had been such a good teacher. You chuckled to yourself as you stepped onto the seventh floor, nearly home bound. Yes, you- the token virgin of your friend group- had finally caught up to the others. Sure, maybe you’d had to resort to getting your best friend to teach you out of pity, but that wasn’t important. No, what mattered was that you had learned everything, and for once you no longer felt like the naive, innocent, butt-of-the-joke friend anymore. You couldn’t help the small, satisfied smirk that twinge at your lips as you entered the common room.
“Y/N!” Angelina called from the corner, waving her hand to usher you over. Her, Katie, and Alicia sat huddled in the corner in plush chairs, all leaned together giggling with hushed voices. You set down your books and bag on the coffee table and settled down on the floor next to Angies legs.
“Okay, so where was I,” Alicia cleared her throat, pressing her fingertips together with a devious look on her face. You eyed the others who leaned in to listen intently. “So, we’d been in the common room the whole night dancing, and after the party died down-”
“She’s talking about that Ravenclaw boy she’s been seeing, you know the one- Theodore,” Angelina filled you in. You nodded your head in understanding.
“And I knew I wanted to try something new, since he’s been raving about me everytime I see him,” Alicia continued, Katie chuckling beside her.
“What could you possibly have done that you haven’t already?” Katie joked, face twisting with humor. Alicia’s grin deepened as she leaned in, prompting the three of you to huddle in impossibly closer.
“So this time, I pushed him back down onto the bed, got on top, and rode him!” Katie and Angelina scoffed and laughed with a holler, prompting a few glares from around the common room.
“Shh! Quiet you guys, seriously,” Alicia hushed them through laughter.
“You did not!” Katie laughed, trying to keep her voice down.
“What did he say? What did he do?” Angelina laughed incredulously, causing Alicia to hush her again. The three of them giggled back and forth, flabbergasted at was Alicia had said. She rode him? You were certain they were talking about sex, even you knew that much by the reactions and the context. But rode him? Like a horse? You felt yourself pout slightly as your victorious mood you had felt in the hallway sunk back into a state of confused naivety.
“Aww, Y/N,” Alicia said, half pouting and laughing at the sorry state of your face. “Why do you look like a sad little puppy?” Angelina struggled not to burst out laughing when she turned to look at you.
“Don’t tease her ‘Licia,” Angelina said, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. “Our precious Virgin Mary doesn’t need to hear about your slutty escapades.” Angelina’s jesting caused Alicia to swat her arm and Katie to burst out laughing, which didn’t make you feel any better.
“Are you ladies torturing our dear Y/N again?”
Your head snapped up to see Fred bent over your seats with an amused smirk.
“No, no, we’re not subjecting your doll to any torture, Freddie,” Angelina teased again, maliciously using your nickname for him. You begged to differ, standing up from Angelina’s legs and walking over to Fred.
“Aw, we’re sorry Y/N,” Katie pleaded with a pout, followed by several pleads of come back and we’ll stop teasing.
“I don’t need to hear any more of this conversation,” you decided, covering your ears which made the girls chuckle and pout. Fred laughed began to pick up your books and bag from the table.
“Fred, you’re so annoying!” Angelina threw a quill at his arm. Fred raised a brow.
“Yeah, you’re the reason she’s still a-” Katie’s face got smacked with a pillow curtesy of Angelina, which was followed by another round of giggles. You rolled your eyes and turned to walk away.
“Ugh, I hate you all!” You said defiantly, Fred chuckling behind you.
“Aw, c’mon! You love us!” Angelina shouted back. You turned around solely to stick your tongue out at the giggling girls.
“You wanna go upstairs?” Fred chuckled as you huffed with frustration.
“Yes please,” you grumbled, following him to his dorm.
Carrying all of your belongings, Fred pushed the door open with his foot and nodded his head for you to enter. Just last week you’d been on his bed with nothing on, feeling like you’d finally grasped the mystery of sex. You flopped down on the mattress with a defeated sigh. Fred chuckled again as he set your things down on his trunk.
“Darling, you have to step letting them get to you,” he shook his head with a click of his tongue. “You know you’re not so innocent anymore,” he continued, leaning down to poke your pouty cheek, “so why are you still upset? Hmm?” Despite being folded over, he still towered above you from the bed. You groaned and fell onto your back, covering your face with you hands.
“I still don’t know anything!” You huffed, slapping you hands down to the mattress in frustration. You could tell Fred was amused by your frustration but trying to keep a serious face. You almost rolled your eyes at him too, but decided to spare him of your annoyance. He took a seat next to you on the bed and traced your ears with his long fingers.
“What do you mean,” he asked softly, the warmth in his voice urging you to go on, a faint chuckle lingering beneath. You huffed again, this time with a slight exhale of release as his fingers felt good against your scalp. Your eyes stayed glued the bed frame.
“I just still feel so… clueless?” You thought aloud. “Like today the girls were talking about riding someone?” You looked to Fred with confused brows and watched as his head dropped with a huff of laughter or exasperation, you couldn’t tell.
“Mhmm,” Fred contemplated with a swallow, keeping his eyes down as he continued brushing your hair.
“Fred,” you whined, pulling his gaze back up to you. “What does that even mean?” This time he huffed out a laugh at your genuine concern over sexual terminology.
“C’mon,” Fred urged you to connect the dots, like a tutor with a hopeless pupil. “What do you think that means, Y/N?” You pursed your lips in thought, fixing your gaze back up to contemplate.
“Well, I mean…” you stuttered, cheeks flushing red with the familiar embarrassment of innocence. “Alicia was saying she was on top of him, and I know what it mean to ride something, it’s just-” you sighed again and looked to your best friend who was so nicely listening to you put the pieces together. “How does that even work? Like, when we- y’know-”
“Yes, yes. I know,” Fred teased, leaning in only to embarrass you more. You swatted him away.
“You were the one doing everything! How is a girl supposed to… “ride” someone?” Your voice raised with a mix of frustration and embarrassment as you turned over to bury yourself face in the covers. Fred huffed again to withhold his laughter, instead rubbing your back gently.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Fred assured you as your groans muffled into the bed. “There’s a lot of different ways to have sex, Y/N. There’s a lot of things that even I haven’t done yet.” You picked your face up to look at him with surprise. He smiled and turned your shoulder over so you were facing him again. You let him move you as he came down to lay on his side, one arm propping him up and the other steadily stroking your hair again. “Some people like being on top, some people like doing nothing-” he poked your cheek and brought out a chuckle from your scrunch face. “But it’s all about just trying stuff out and figuring out what you like best.” He finished matter-of-factly, letting you ponder on this new concept of self discovery.
“But Angelina said she did it to wow Theodore. Is that something that guys like for girls to do?” You asked curiously, gazing up to see what your all-knowing best friend thought.
“Sure, I don’t see how anyone wouldn’t like that,” he cleared his throat, watching as you pursed your lips to one side in contemplation.
“Would you say you like when girls do that? Like, if a girl wanted to… be on top… do you prefer that? Or…” you trailed off waiting for his answer. Fred tilted his head and sucked through his teeth
“I suppose- I mean- I don’t know if I’d say I prefer it-”
“So you don’t like it then?” You inched closer, trying gage his reaction. He was certainly wasn’t acting like his normal, cocky self.
“No, it’s not- I-” Fred paused at his stuttering words and let out a long exhale, rubbing between his furrowed brows. “Well, you want to try it then, I’m assuming?” You let out a sheepish smile at his correct assumption. He nodded with pursed lips as you chuckled through pink cheeks and bashful brows.
“Alright,” he sighed, falling onto his back and holding his arms out. “I’m ready.” It took you a second before you sat up straight and began to stutter.
“Right now? I mean- I- I- I’m not quite sure what to do, Fred!” You scrambled, looking around the bed as if you’d find your answer. Fred dropped his arms and burst out with laughter, reaching over and pulling you onto his chest.
“I’m only joking, darling,” Fred chuckled into your hair. “Relax.” Your body did so as if on cue, as if it took instructions specifically from him.
“Okay, okay. Very funny,” you huffed into the crook of his neck. “But can we try it… maybe soon?” Your voice was as sheepish as ever. He huffed out another chuckled.
“Whatever you want, Y/N. Whatever you want,” he said he a pat on your back. “Just make sure you’re wearing sexy underwear when you come knocking.” You tore yourself up from his chest only to see his signature satisfied smirk.
“Are you serious, Fred?” You said vexed, finding it egregious that your best friend would even suggest you to do this. Even if he had taken your virginity…
“Well, if you doing this to, as you said, wow a guy,” Fred emphasized with a cheeky raise of his brows, “then you should put on your sundays best, don’t ya think?”
“Well, I suppose that makes sense…” you pondered, wondering if you even had anything remotely sexy in your underwear drawer.
“I’m joking, Y/N,” Fred clarified, with a light squeeze to your side. “And don’t feel pressured to try this at all just because Alicia did.”
“It’s not that,” you sighed, tucking your hair behind your ear then playing with the hem of his t-shirt. “It’s just that, I want to feel like I can talk about this kind of stuff. Like I can do it too and not feel so embarrassed anymore.” Fred sat up too and pulled your hand from his shirt to hold it.
“I get it, Y/N,” he said with understanding. “But seriously, don’t worry about this kind of stuff. You should just be happy to be yourself, okay?” Fred pinched your cheek and smiled when you swatted his hand away with a badly concealed smile.
“Okay,” you pouted. “I have to finish my assignment before bed.”
“Alright, darling,” he said, patting your legs and standing up. “Go be a good girl and do your homework. I’m gonna meet George and Lee by the kitchens.”
“Ooh, can you bring me a snack if you have time before curfew?” You asked, grabbing your things and following Fred out of the dorm.
“Yes, darling.”
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Fred thought he was doing a pretty good job giving you helpful advice about sex, considering he just wanted to fuck you right then and there on his mattress.
“Fuck,” he rubbed over his face, thinking of your pouty lips complaining about wanting to ride him. Fred waited on his bed knowing exactly why you’d requested to sleep over on this chilly Friday night. Although you hadn’t flat out said it, because as per usual your cheeks flushed with embarrassment over anything remotely sexual, he knew you were coming over to use him as your personal sex tutor. He wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about it, considering he was almost certainly in love with you, but that went out the window when you crept into the dorm quietly wearing cotton pajama pants and a tank top.
“Hi,” you greeted, climbing onto his bed to sit on your shins. You’d regretted not bringing a sweater considering the weather, but you figured you could just steal one of Fred’s tomorrow anyway.
“Hey,” Fred sat up, waiting for you to say something. The silence grew as heat flushed up to your cheeks, and you could feel a smirk growing at the edge of his lips.
“Stop,” you whined, covering your face with embarrassment at his knowing gaze.
“C’mon, Y/N,” Fred chuckled, peeling your hands away. “You said you wanted to stop feeling embarrassed about sex, so try using your words.” You glared at him.
“Well maybe I’d stop being so embarrassed if everyone would stop teasing me so much,” you shot back, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“Well then stop being so teasable,” he smirked, running his thumb along the crease of your hip. You’d regretted face flushed again causing Fred to chuckle, low and breathy as he neared closer to you.
“Okay fine,” you huffed out, taking his hand off your thigh. “Then let me show you something.” You took his hand up to your top strap, guiding him to pull the soft fabric down, revealing your lavender colored lace bra. You couldn’t help but blush yet again when he swallowed and moved his hand delicately over the outline of your breast, his eyes unwavering from the sight in front of him. “You said to wear something nice.” His eyes came up to meet your own, huffing out a laugh before bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, pulling you in for the first kiss of the evening. You hummed out in satisfaction, glad that his eyes were no longer ravaging your body, and instead were closed as he kissed you with the same intensity he always did. With his hand on the back of your neck, he pulled you over him so that now you were on top as he laid beneath you. Right, you thought, he’s going to show me how to ride him. Suddenly the kiss was sloppier, and you felt less confident now that he was handing the reigns over to you.
“Sorry,” you apologized, coming up to catch your breath. “I’m not very good at this.” Fred didn’t seem to register what you said for a moment, his eyes focused, once again, below your face as he ran his fingertips down your neck and to your chest.
“It’s fine,” he said hastily, “don’t overthink it. Just do whatever feels good.” He pulled you back into him, a little rougher this time, and continued kissing you. Despite being on top, you somehow felt like he was still the one in control. His left hand kept pulling on your neck, forcing your lips into his as he deepened the kiss with his tongue, causing you to moan and fall deeper into his body. His right hand gripped your hip and settled you down onto his lap, feeling his already hard length against the soft fabric of your pants. You moaned again as you felt his hand push your hips back, grinding you down softly onto him. The noises you made drove Fred insane.
“Fuck,” you gasped, pulling away for air as you repeated the motion, grinding down on his length and feeling the pressure against your clit. You looked down at him, your tank top half off and your lips swollen and wet. Fred kept his hand steady on your hip, helping you to grind repeatedly on his hard dick.
“Just like that baby,” he encouraged, watching your hips move over his. “See? You’re a natural.” He half smiled up at you as you continued, biting your lip as the knot in your stomach began to form at his words.
“Is this what you’re supposed to do?” You panted, falling over him with a thump, your hand now resting beside his head on the pillow. You continued the movement of your hips, it surprised you how good you were making yourself feel.
“Mhmm,” Fred swallowed, his fingers gripping more at your hips. “Except without clothes on.” You took this as an instruction and sat back up, stalling your movements and taking a seat down onto his lap. Fred’s hand rubbed over your thighs rhythmically, as if to mimic the pace you’d been moving at. He watched as you pulled your tank top over your head, your bra straps already falling off your shoulders. Fred sat up and removed his own shirt, your hands coming to rest on his tanned, freckled shoulders. Instinctively, you came down to kiss them. You loved his shoulders. The way they looked, and the way they felt. The way his collar bones left a divot that could hold water. Stop being a pervert, you thought to yourself as you held back the urge to lick them. Fred’s head lulled back as you kissed up his neck, the soft weight of you pressing down into his lap. His hands dragged up from your waist, undoing the hook of your bra in one swift motion. There was a silence between the two of you as he peeled your bra down and off of your arms, revealing your bare tits in front of him. His hands ran softly up your arms and to your breasts, his thumb sliding over your taut nipple, causing you to shiver from the cold air and his touch. His arms wrapped around your body as he pulled you into him, his lips kissing tenderly across your chest, then down until he bit gently onto your nipple, sucking lightly and kissing before moving onto the next. You whined and moaned as he did this. You could feel yourself pooling in your panties, his length pressed against your heat as you ground yourself down into him. You closed your eyes and let him kiss you, let his hand run up and down your back, and squeeze gently on the sides of your ass as he licked and kissed your tits over and over again. You were embarrassingly close to an orgasm when he pulled back panting, his lips red and your chest covered in mark.
“Freddie,” you whispered, hands coming up to hold his face. You’d never seen him look like this before, eyes glazed over and lips parted slightly as he panted beneath you. He looked tempting, something so different from his usual daunting persona. You leaned down to kiss him, lips connecting together sweetly in a slow, soft kiss that made the both of groan as you continued to grind yourself down into his lap. His fingers crept beneath your waist band to pull down your cotton pants, prompting you to shuffle them down your legs. You realized you had missed the chance to show him your matching lace panties, but at this point, he was lifting up his hips and pulling both is pants and underwear down to his ankles before kicking them off the bed. You sat over him now, your wet heat pressed flush against his length, his freckled abs and chest on display for you as he laid flat against the bed, analyzing every inch of your body. You flushed without meaning to at the intensity of his gaze, when he suddenly brought his hand to your lower stomach, pressing his thumb into your clit. Your throat tried and failed to stifle a whiny moan as he worked in circles, prompting your hips to move in a similar rhythm. You could feel him pulsing beneath you, and your eyes screwed shut with a moan.
Fred thought you looked perfect, naked and whining on top of him. It was taking everything in him not to flip you underneath him and fuck you senseless in the way he’d been wanting to do all week, not having to worry anymore about holding back for the sake of it being your first time. Fred chuckled almost cruelly at the thought of you, one fuck shy from being a virgin, wanting to get on top and ride him. He groaned himself and threw his head back onto the pillow, he could feel your wetness pooling around his cock and it was driving him insane.
“Are you ready to try?” He croaked, his thumb now covered in your slick as it moved gently across your sensitive clit.
“W-what?” You whined, eyes opening to look at him. The motions of your hips slowed down as if you’d come to your senses, and your already flushed cheeks seemed to burn an even deeper red. “Oh, yes. Yes. What do I do?”
“You want to put it inside you, like we did last time. Remember?” He coaxed, continuing to gently circle his thumb.
“Mhmm,” you whined, nodding your head as you felt a pressure building in your core.
“And then just do what you’re doing now. Do whatever feels good, baby,” he reassured you, taking his hand away and rubbing up and down the side of your body.
“Okay,” you breathed out, grabbing his length from under you and lining it up with your entrance. You had to sit up, gently rubbing his tip into your core. His grip on you tightened and the look of his jaw clenching made him look even more handsome. You tried to sit, but something inside of you prevented you from pushing down at all. You kept teasing the tip of his hard, leaking dick against your soft core, but you didn’t know how to put it inside you. He was so hard and big and you didn’t know what to do. You could see Fred pulsing under you, his abs contracting at every tiny movement of your hips. Finally, you pulled his tip away and sat back down into his lap. You whined, “Fred, I’m scared.”
Fred, unable to help himself, sat up and flipped you onto your back, pushing himself inside you with a deep thrust. Your breath sucked in at the shock of his full length inside you so suddenly, but as he began to rock his hips back and forth, you exhaled a heavy breath into the crook of his neck along with a long, whiny moan.
“Let me just get you started, baby,” he grunted, thrusting into you with his full length again and again. You moaned again at his words, unsure when he had started calling you ‘baby’, but you liked the way it sounded coming out of his mouth. “You feel so good.”
Your fingernails dug into his broad shoulders as his hips snapped into yours repeatedly. This felt so different than the last time. Fred wasn’t even bothering to ask if you were okay, just fucking you harder and faster until you were drooling and crying out his name.
“Does that feel good? Hmm?” Fred asked, leaving kisses and bites down your neck and ears. You nodded and whined. Fred grunted and slowed his pace, kissing down your neck until his lips once again reached your nipples, where he bit down hard and pulled a loud gasp from your throat. He pulled out from you, leaving the two of you panting on the bed, staring at each other with eyes that neither one of you had seen before. “You think you’re ready to try now?”
You sat up slowly on your elbows, then pushed yourself up fully to kiss Fred. He met you eagerly and allowed you to flip him over, so once again he laid underneath you. He was being so good for you, you had almost forgotten the whole reason you’d come in the first place. You wrapped your hand around his length and looked down between the two of you. You watched yourself line him up with your cunt, slowly sitting back. It was a lot easier now that he’d been inside you, fucking you so roughly just moments before. You looked up and caught Fred’s gaze staring down at your hips, sinking lower onto his dick. You laid your hands to rest on his chest, using the leverage to push yourself back up then down again, your tits squeezed between your arms. You watched Fred’s face, his lips slightly agape as his eyes stared at your hips moving on top of him. You moved again, slowly and timidly as Fred fingers gripped your thighs with such intensity they were sure to leave marks. You couldn’t stop watching him. His jaw clenched again and shut his eyes, head thrown back into the pillow as you sunk down fully onto his length. You felt your clit against his pelvis, the pressure feeling so good it caused your core to shudder against the warmth of his cock inside of you.
“Fuck,” Fred swallowed again, eyes still shut as you moved in circles to stimulate your clit. You were so close to orgasm, just watching your best friend become so undone underneath you. You’d never seen him like this, his core flexed and sheening with sweat. His head thrown back with pleasure as he groaned because of you. You smirked slightly, finally understanding the appeal of being on top. “Baby, you have a move,” he grit through his teeth, opening his eyes only to see you smirking down at him. He laughed with a huff and threw his head back once more. Just as you were moving to push yourself down once more, he grabbed your hips and held you up, moving himself to fuck you from underneath. The power of his movement threw you forward so you fell over his chest. Although still on top of him, Fred held your hips up and began to fuck you hard. You make a whiny noise with each thrust, your face now buried in his neck and his hips snapped up to yours at an angle you’d never felt before.
“Fred, I’m so close,” you whined into his skin, wet from your lips.
“Just let go, baby,” Fred panted, doing all the work now that you were folded over him, panting and whiny. He was fucking you so good, the moment you felt his skin connect with your clit, your core snapped with pleasure as you moaned into his neck, shaking and cumming on top of him. Through pulsing waves of pleasure, you could feel him lose his composure, his thrusts becoming sloppy and irregular. You felt him fill you up as he came moaning into your neck, the two of you riding out the high together. Your bodies were both sweaty, you rocked your hips gently against him to slow down. You kissed him sloppily, riding out the rest of your orgasm on top of him until he fell out of you, spent. You kissed him still, unable to pull yourself away after your most intense orgasm yet. All the teasing from his fingers had built up so much pressure, you felt yourself getting wet again just thinking about it.
“Mm,” Fred hummed, moving you until he was next to you, kissing you and gently stroking the sides of your body. By now he was almost on top of you again. You got the feeling he preferred for you to be under him.
“Was that okay?” You asked, pulling away from the kiss, panting. Fred brushed the sweaty hair from your forehead and smirked with a huff.
“Yeah, like I said. You’re a natural,” he charmed, pulling a giggle out from you. He leaned down to kiss you again and you obliged. Despite your lesson being over, the two of you stayed in his bed like this all evening, naked and unable to pry each other apart.
At this point you didn’t even care about learning anything new, now that you knew what Fred looked like finishing underneath you.
