intriguing (fred weasley x fem! reader)

Chapter Twenty-Three: Use Me

TW: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (SMUT/CUSSING/LOTS OF KINKS/ETC)

*FRED'S POV*

     The minute those words left her mouth, there was nothing that could stop me from ravishing her completely. I was chock-full of anger and she permitted me to use her, use her in any way I wanted. I didn't hesitate after getting her permission, my lips crashed onto hers, needy and violent as I pushed her back against the stone walls. My fingers dug into her hips, I knew she'd have bruises for days from me. But now, I was determined to mark her, to dominate her. To fuck her. My hand moved up her side, finding the back of her hair.

     "Fuck," she whimpered softly as I tugged it back, giving me more access to her neck. I bit and sucked, marking her further. Her fingers tightened in my hair as I bit the sweet spot on her neck. My other hand, leaving her hip and beginning to undo the top buttons of her shirt, her hands reflecting my action as both of our shirts fell to the floor of the Room of Requirement. 

   Her own hands removed the lace bra that covered one of my favorite parts of her. I spun us around, our lips hardly disconnecting as I backed her towards the bed. Her knees hit it before I pushed her flat onto her back, finding a familiar place between her legs. I kissed down her body, Merlin she was beautiful. My fingers hooked under the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down along with her knickers and tights all in one go.

     I pushed off the bed, I couldn't resist taking a step back and admiring her in her purest form, "God, I almost forgot what it looks like under that uniform of yours," I whispered, my bottom lip caught between my teeth.

     "Well, are you just going to stand there staring, or are you going to fuck me, Weasley?" she smirked up at me.

     I chuckled at her impatience before grasping her neck, "And just who the fuck do you think you're talking to like that?"

*Y/N's POV*

     He smirked at the small whimpers and gasps that escaped my semi-crushed throat, "I-I'm sorry," I pleaded. This was a new side of Fred, sure he could be a bit rough in bed but this was something else, something new and exciting. The helplessness I felt in his grasp, went straight to my core.

     "You're sorry?" his grip tightened a bit, not enough to hurt me but enough to make it pleasurable, "Well, I don't forgive whores," he hissed.

     The degrading things that left his lips made me shiver, "O-Only for you," I whined.

     "That's what I like to hear," Fred smirked as he threw me back down, my upper body bouncing as I hit the mattress. Fred's fingers worked quickly to rid him of the remaining clothes, although he did weirdly leave on his boxers, a pre-cum stain painted the front of them, "Look what you do to me, Lestrange," I nearly drooled at the sight of Fred palming himself over his boxers. My legs closed instinctively, rubbing together in hopes of finding some sort of friction, "Ah," Fred pressed them open, "Naughty girl," he whispered, "Seems you are just a whore, Y/N," I gasped as he ran his fingers quickly along my folds, "I mean, look how wet you are for me and I've barely even touched you," he licked some of the moisture off his digits, "Pathetic."

     "Please," I whimpered, "Fred, please."

     "You like that, do you?" Fred knelt on the floor, face-to-face with my dripping heat, "Do you like it when I call you my pathetic slut darling?" his fingers moved through my folds again, this time grazing against my clit. I sucked in a breath at the quick contact, "Oh, so you do?" he smirked as he pushed one of his slender fingers into me, "Fuck, I always love feeling how tight you are."