cherry | f. weasley
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fred weasley x f oc
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"What? Did I hurt you, love?" He looked at her while she shook her head, her mouth slightly open and her lips wet.
"No, no. I just want you to- to touch me, please." She whinnied, thrusting her hips forward and gripping onto his neck.
"Well, only because you said the magic word." She giggled slightly and he planted kisses along her jaw, moving down the base over her neck before flipping her other the couch and hovering over to her. He looked up at her before planing kisses on her collarbone and down near her breasts.
His hands went up in her shirt and she shuddered at the coldness of his rings against his bare skin and let out a shaky breath when his hands came in contact with her breasts.
"No bra? Naughty girl." He began to need one in his hands while the other worked on getting her red jumper off. "Did I tell you how much I love the color red on you, cherry?" He asked as he kissed up her stomach while slipping the jumper off her head.
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started: 05.06.21
finished: discontinued
goblet of fire - order of the phoenix - half blood prince - deathly hallows pt 1 - deathly hallows pt 2
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