FIC--Weasley Boys' Smut-Fest--Fred
Title: The Weasley Boys' Smut-Fest
Chapter: Fred
Pairing: Fred and Angelina--CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18
Rating: NC17
Setting: Autumn 2003, Balmoral Hotel, room 652, Edinburgh (Bonus points to anyone who knows where I got that from!)
Bill--Charlie--Ron-- George--Percy
"Turn the damned card around!"
"Which way? I turned it already!" He stopped groping her long enough to fumble with the keycard once again.
"Damn it, Fred, just let me do it!" Angelina grabbed the card, turned the magnetic strip toward the door and slid it through, making the ever-elusive green light show up. With a turn of the handle, the door opened and they stumbled inside, mouths immediately finding the others and hands frantically trying to remove clothing.
"Oh, fuck, Angie, I want you so bad." His mouth went to her neck and kissed and sucked his way down to her now exposed breasts, pulling a dark nipple into his mouth.
"Harder…suck harder! Oooooh, yeah! Bite me!"
Fred bent his legs to lower her onto the floor to comply with her wishes. He took her flesh in his mouth and bit down on her, making her groan and sending pints of blood into his throbbing cock.
Fred had always loved the fact that Angelina was a bit kinky. She liked to have him bite her and leave hickeys all over her body. She even liked to have him fuck her up the arse. They'd been having sex since the Yule Ball in their sixth year. Their first time wasn't miraculous or anything, but they manage to do it three times in a carriage without Snape finding them, thanks to Harry's Invisibility Cloak and extra cushioning charms on the shock absorbers. Since the, they'd had a fondness for small, cramped places, and Angelina's flexibility was definitely a plus.
As Fred bit and sucked his way down her body, Angelina banished their clothing and they lay on the floor, wrapped up in each other's naked limbs. When he reached the tight black hairs between her legs, she moaned and wrapped her strong thighs around his neck, burying his lips in her cunt. His mouth moved feverishly over her and his tongue circled her clit slowly, then quickly.
"Don't tease me, you mother fucker!" Angelina flipped him over onto his back and stood over him, one leg on each side of his body. Her eyes traveled down to his erection which made him wince and the thought of waiting any longer to have her.
Fred had foolishly allowed Helena Johnson, Angelina's mother, to take her to the Riviera for a quick retreat before the wedding, along with the bridesmaids. When they returned five days before the wedding, Helena had insisted that Angelina remain in her childhood home. Fred could never remember being so sexually frustrated in all his life. Apparating to see Angie was out of the question as her parents had placed strong anti-Apparation wards around their property. Needless to say, Fred's hands were rather busy the last few days.
"Bed, Weasley!" she ordered, her arm outstretched toward the bed behind him.
Fuck, he loved it when she was like this!!
Fred crab-walked backwards until he hit the side of the bed. He made his way onto the mattress, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Spread 'em!"
His eyes widened and he responded by placing his arms above him and pointing each foot to a corner. He knew what was coming and he liked it.
With her wand drawn, Angelina pointed at Fred's feet and white silken ropes bound his feet to the footboard. The same type of ropes fastened his wrists to the headboard. He was completely at her mercy and he was achingly hard for her.
Without a word, Angelina straddled him and took one of his nipples into her mouth, nipping at it with her teeth. He hissed in pleasure. She moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment, making him shout as she bit down on him.
"Oh, we'll have none of that!" Before Fred could protest, she waved her wand and silenced him. "And just for good measure…" she said, blindfolding him.
Fred wanted to groan but couldn't. She was turning him on more than anything he'd ever experienced. His mind was swimming with the possibilities and he knew that whatever she did would completely blow his mind.
Her mouth went to his chest, taking one nipple in her mouth, sucking on it hard and Fred knew instinctively that he'd have a mark when she was through. She withdrew her mouth from his chest with a pop and began kissing her way down his body, stopping along the way to bite his other nipple, dragging her tongue along his stomach and placing kisses here and there.
He opened his mouth to say 'fuck,' but nothing came out of course.
"Freddie, do you want more?" she teased with her tongue in his ear. He nodded his head vehemently. Angelina swirled her hips over his rock-hard cock, putting her moisture on him before he felt her slide down and off him. He missed the pressure of her body on his, but was soon rewarded with her tantalizing mouth on him. He could imagine her licking up her own juices and he moaned silently at the thought.
She got off the bed and he thrashed against his bindings. The bed shook underneath him as he furiously tried to get loose. Fear took over as he tossed his head from side to side, fearful that she'd left him alone and would do something utterly embarrassing to him, like take a picture of him in this state and send it to George, or worse, his mother.
Thankfully, her weight returned to the bed and she began nibbling on his ear and dipping her tongue inside. Her hot, moist breath engulfed his ear and he moaned silently again. She was torturing him again and he loved it!
"Remember this?"
Fred felt something cool and flexible fall against his thigh. She flopped it against his skin once more and realization flashed through his mind. Oh Merlin, this was going to be hot. Something cold and gooey landed on his arse and his thoughts were confirmed as the dildo was slid into his butthole. He wanted to groan. He wanted to take her in his arms and fuck the hell out of her. But all he could do was listen and feel what she was doing to him.
"Oh, you're so damned hard, Weasley," she said huskily. She took his cock into her hand and began pulling on him, making him harder in the process. Fred arched his back as he felt the gel being dripped down the side of the tip of his penis. "Now loverboy, I'm gonna ride you two ways…remember that?"
He did and he couldn't stop the pull on the bed from his struggling, the tossing of his head from side to side, and the quick pull of his ankles as he anticipated what was to come.
Angelina took hold of his throbbing cock and continued her massage with her hand coated in the lubricant. He felt a light movement of the dildo and some weight settling down on him. She was on the other end of the dildo. Just knowing that was enough to make him come, but thankfully, he didn't. Then with another movement, he was inside her.
This was sheer torture, not being able to touch her the way he wanted, to see his cock inside her and see how her head would throw back in passion as she neared her climax. But all he was able to do was thrust his hips up against her, feeling his cock slide in and out of her hot, tight body and the slickness of the dildo pushing against the tight muscle of his arse. If he could see anything, he knew that her breasts would be bobbing up and down, her hair would be sticking against her temples, and just maybe, her fingers would be rubbing against her clit. He continued to imagine her hands pinching her nipples, making them hard, her hips rocking back and forth against him.
The up and down motion became unbearable as he felt both her muscles and his own start to twitch. With a hard thrust of his hips, he exploded into her. She screamed loud enough for the both of them and he relished the feel of her cunt squeezing him, milking him dry.
She fell atop him and felt himself slide out of her while the dildo remained inside him. Both of them continued to pant, attempting to catch their breath. Oh, how he longed to wrap his arms around her and hold her close to him, caressing her smooth skin and tasting its saltiness. He tried to whimper, moan, anything to tell her to release him. But nothing worked. He silently cursed the bindings and the spells that kept him from being the tender, attentive lover he knew that she needed at this moment.
With a soft whisper, she released the spells and his arms automatically went round her body, despite the aches and pains that shot through his nerve endings as he moved. He opened his eyes, temporarily blinded by the sudden light before him and moved his head to the side and placed a light kiss on her cheek.
"I love you, Angie," he whispered, his voice strong and full of emotion. Merlin, he loved this woman, and it was just unbelievable that she was his, forever. She deserved everything he could give her and he was bound and determined to show her. "And now, this one's for you…"
Chapter: Fred
Pairing: Fred and Angelina--CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18
Rating: NC17
Setting: Autumn 2003, Balmoral Hotel, room 652, Edinburgh (Bonus points to anyone who knows where I got that from!)
Bill--Charlie--Ron-- George--Percy
"Turn the damned card around!"
"Which way? I turned it already!" He stopped groping her long enough to fumble with the keycard once again.
"Damn it, Fred, just let me do it!" Angelina grabbed the card, turned the magnetic strip toward the door and slid it through, making the ever-elusive green light show up. With a turn of the handle, the door opened and they stumbled inside, mouths immediately finding the others and hands frantically trying to remove clothing.
"Oh, fuck, Angie, I want you so bad." His mouth went to her neck and kissed and sucked his way down to her now exposed breasts, pulling a dark nipple into his mouth.
"Harder…suck harder! Oooooh, yeah! Bite me!"
Fred bent his legs to lower her onto the floor to comply with her wishes. He took her flesh in his mouth and bit down on her, making her groan and sending pints of blood into his throbbing cock.
Fred had always loved the fact that Angelina was a bit kinky. She liked to have him bite her and leave hickeys all over her body. She even liked to have him fuck her up the arse. They'd been having sex since the Yule Ball in their sixth year. Their first time wasn't miraculous or anything, but they manage to do it three times in a carriage without Snape finding them, thanks to Harry's Invisibility Cloak and extra cushioning charms on the shock absorbers. Since the, they'd had a fondness for small, cramped places, and Angelina's flexibility was definitely a plus.
As Fred bit and sucked his way down her body, Angelina banished their clothing and they lay on the floor, wrapped up in each other's naked limbs. When he reached the tight black hairs between her legs, she moaned and wrapped her strong thighs around his neck, burying his lips in her cunt. His mouth moved feverishly over her and his tongue circled her clit slowly, then quickly.
"Don't tease me, you mother fucker!" Angelina flipped him over onto his back and stood over him, one leg on each side of his body. Her eyes traveled down to his erection which made him wince and the thought of waiting any longer to have her.
Fred had foolishly allowed Helena Johnson, Angelina's mother, to take her to the Riviera for a quick retreat before the wedding, along with the bridesmaids. When they returned five days before the wedding, Helena had insisted that Angelina remain in her childhood home. Fred could never remember being so sexually frustrated in all his life. Apparating to see Angie was out of the question as her parents had placed strong anti-Apparation wards around their property. Needless to say, Fred's hands were rather busy the last few days.
"Bed, Weasley!" she ordered, her arm outstretched toward the bed behind him.
Fuck, he loved it when she was like this!!
Fred crab-walked backwards until he hit the side of the bed. He made his way onto the mattress, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Spread 'em!"
His eyes widened and he responded by placing his arms above him and pointing each foot to a corner. He knew what was coming and he liked it.
With her wand drawn, Angelina pointed at Fred's feet and white silken ropes bound his feet to the footboard. The same type of ropes fastened his wrists to the headboard. He was completely at her mercy and he was achingly hard for her.
Without a word, Angelina straddled him and took one of his nipples into her mouth, nipping at it with her teeth. He hissed in pleasure. She moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment, making him shout as she bit down on him.
"Oh, we'll have none of that!" Before Fred could protest, she waved her wand and silenced him. "And just for good measure…" she said, blindfolding him.
Fred wanted to groan but couldn't. She was turning him on more than anything he'd ever experienced. His mind was swimming with the possibilities and he knew that whatever she did would completely blow his mind.
Her mouth went to his chest, taking one nipple in her mouth, sucking on it hard and Fred knew instinctively that he'd have a mark when she was through. She withdrew her mouth from his chest with a pop and began kissing her way down his body, stopping along the way to bite his other nipple, dragging her tongue along his stomach and placing kisses here and there.
He opened his mouth to say 'fuck,' but nothing came out of course.
"Freddie, do you want more?" she teased with her tongue in his ear. He nodded his head vehemently. Angelina swirled her hips over his rock-hard cock, putting her moisture on him before he felt her slide down and off him. He missed the pressure of her body on his, but was soon rewarded with her tantalizing mouth on him. He could imagine her licking up her own juices and he moaned silently at the thought.
She got off the bed and he thrashed against his bindings. The bed shook underneath him as he furiously tried to get loose. Fear took over as he tossed his head from side to side, fearful that she'd left him alone and would do something utterly embarrassing to him, like take a picture of him in this state and send it to George, or worse, his mother.
Thankfully, her weight returned to the bed and she began nibbling on his ear and dipping her tongue inside. Her hot, moist breath engulfed his ear and he moaned silently again. She was torturing him again and he loved it!
"Remember this?"
Fred felt something cool and flexible fall against his thigh. She flopped it against his skin once more and realization flashed through his mind. Oh Merlin, this was going to be hot. Something cold and gooey landed on his arse and his thoughts were confirmed as the dildo was slid into his butthole. He wanted to groan. He wanted to take her in his arms and fuck the hell out of her. But all he could do was listen and feel what she was doing to him.
"Oh, you're so damned hard, Weasley," she said huskily. She took his cock into her hand and began pulling on him, making him harder in the process. Fred arched his back as he felt the gel being dripped down the side of the tip of his penis. "Now loverboy, I'm gonna ride you two ways…remember that?"
He did and he couldn't stop the pull on the bed from his struggling, the tossing of his head from side to side, and the quick pull of his ankles as he anticipated what was to come.
Angelina took hold of his throbbing cock and continued her massage with her hand coated in the lubricant. He felt a light movement of the dildo and some weight settling down on him. She was on the other end of the dildo. Just knowing that was enough to make him come, but thankfully, he didn't. Then with another movement, he was inside her.
This was sheer torture, not being able to touch her the way he wanted, to see his cock inside her and see how her head would throw back in passion as she neared her climax. But all he was able to do was thrust his hips up against her, feeling his cock slide in and out of her hot, tight body and the slickness of the dildo pushing against the tight muscle of his arse. If he could see anything, he knew that her breasts would be bobbing up and down, her hair would be sticking against her temples, and just maybe, her fingers would be rubbing against her clit. He continued to imagine her hands pinching her nipples, making them hard, her hips rocking back and forth against him.
The up and down motion became unbearable as he felt both her muscles and his own start to twitch. With a hard thrust of his hips, he exploded into her. She screamed loud enough for the both of them and he relished the feel of her cunt squeezing him, milking him dry.
She fell atop him and felt himself slide out of her while the dildo remained inside him. Both of them continued to pant, attempting to catch their breath. Oh, how he longed to wrap his arms around her and hold her close to him, caressing her smooth skin and tasting its saltiness. He tried to whimper, moan, anything to tell her to release him. But nothing worked. He silently cursed the bindings and the spells that kept him from being the tender, attentive lover he knew that she needed at this moment.
With a soft whisper, she released the spells and his arms automatically went round her body, despite the aches and pains that shot through his nerve endings as he moved. He opened his eyes, temporarily blinded by the sudden light before him and moved his head to the side and placed a light kiss on her cheek.
"I love you, Angie," he whispered, his voice strong and full of emotion. Merlin, he loved this woman, and it was just unbelievable that she was his, forever. She deserved everything he could give her and he was bound and determined to show her. "And now, this one's for you…"