sapphire || fred weasley

twenty

Mature content, viewer discretion advised.

People would often talk about the stages of grief when one lost or was close to losing a loved one.

Denial. Anger. Depression. Bargaining. Acceptance.

On the other hand, no one ever really talked about the stages of a relationship when one was in the blooming period of one.

Attraction. Maintenance. Polarisation. Healing. Intimacy.

The attraction stage, more commonly known as the Honeymoon Phase, was none other than the stage Fred and Beatrice were currently exploring.

It was euphoric.

Almost like a rollercoaster only going up.

The world was no longer grey and colorless. It was bright, pink and full of life and neither of them could recognize their old selves any longer. They were one and it was truly beginning to annoy everyone around them.

"Fred!" George yelled as he pounded his fist on his twin's bedroom door. "GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO THE SHOP NOW!"

"Please let me hex him just once," Bea mumbled against his skin as she pressed feathery kisses on his neck and jaw.

"Hex him with what?" Fred smirked and tightened his grip on her bare hips, dragging her against him making her gasp when his hardened cock came in contact with her clit.

"FRED!" George shouted again, causing the couple to roll their eyes in annoyance.

"I'll silence him so that he won't be able to speak again and will let us have our morning fun," she whispered sultrily in his ear and pressed her lips on his.

"I'll think about it," he chuckled and let out a low grunt as she lowered herself into him, moaning breathily.

"FRED!" George yelled again.

"FUCK OFF!" Fred and Bea shouted in response, laughing when their eyes met again.

"So are you gonna fuck me now or what," she trailed more kisses on his jawline after adjusting to his length, because no matter how many times they had been intimate already, his size never failed to make her gasp at the feeling of being completely stretched out for him.

"And I thought you wanted control this time," Fred grinned mischievously and held her hips with a bruising grip.

"Wait," Bea's eyes went wide at what he said.

"Too late to change your mind baby," Fred smirked. "You wanted me to fuck you and that's what I'll do."

"You're impossible sometimes," she squealed when he gently pushed her back, so that her chest could be pressed against his.

"Yet you still love me," he kissed her neck as she wrapped her arms around him, moaning loudly when he began raising his hips to fuck into her roughly.

"Feels so good Freddie," Bea cried out in utter pleasure, moving her hips to meet each of his thrusts.

"You're such a little whore, isn't that right love?" he grunted, his raspy morning voice sending an extra wave of pleasure through her.

"Just for you Freddie," Bea panted, slightly lifting her face to kiss him fervently. "I'm your little whore and no one else's."

"I know you fucking are baby," Fred husked, pulling her hips down harder. "This perfect little cunt was made for me, wasn't it?"

Beatrice had always hated possessiveness in every single man that she had been with. She loathed it, but not with Fred though. It made her feel wanted and safe. It turned her on even more, well knowing that he loved it just as much when it was the other way around.