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breathless | f.w

pairing: fred weasley x reader

word count: 1.8k

a/n: big shoutout to @theweasleysredhair because this all happened because of our conversation spiralling 👀 sorry if there are mistakes!!! It’s late

warnings: 18+, smut???? nothing is explicitly said but it’s VERY steamy (literally)

Explaining to yourself the reason you couldn’t stop staring at Fred Weasley that entire weekend was filled with multiple excuses formed by the breathless narrator within your mind, too focused upon her beating heart and lips aching to be touched by the redhead she gazed at whenever she could. A weekend away with the soon to be newlyweds seemed like a good idea at first when Angelina had suggested it to you but now you were face-to-face with your attraction for her fiancé’s twin and you found yourself gulping to calm the ache and tension that ran itself down your body. You had found yourself waking, drenched in sweat the first night at the beach house - your dreams filled with the man who had given you a wink across the table after he cracked a joke. You could still remember the feeling of the air hitting your flushed face and your bare legs, your dress hitching at your thighs under the table and you pulled it down self-consciously despite no one seeing. It was a cruel joke your mind was playing on you, knowing that your physical and mental being was aching at the thought of Fred Weasley being yours, even for just one night.

So, as the two of you packed up the picnic and let the others take the rest of the items inside. You found yourself caught in a sudden rainstorm, Fred cursing towards the sky about the forecast being incorrect and running a hand through his hair before grabbing the blanket. His shirt sleeves had been rolled up, causing his forearms to be visible and those slender fingers to taunt you like a glimpse of what could be your choice of a torture weapon. Shaking your head, you grabbed the basket and ran alongside him, sand scraping your legs as you attempted to keep up with him and make your way to the large beach house. Breathless when you made it inside the house and out of the stormy weather, setting down the basket as you licked your lips and tasted the salty nature of the water and turned to find your gaze meeting Fred’s. Catching his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes and you felt your cheeks begin to flush, turning your gaze away as you settled the basket on the table as if it was a child. When it reality it was an inanimate object and you were just fiddling out of anxiousness, it reminded you a little of that one particular scene in Jane Eyre when Jane finds the carpet particularly interesting in order to avoid the gaze of the brooding Mr Rochester.

“I think I’m going to go shower.” You spoke openly, finding some confidence despite your trembling voice and part of you wondered who you were aiming to convince. Yourself or Fred? Seeing him nod his head, he ran a hand through his long hair once more as you walked past him and his elbow grazed your arm sending tantalising shivers down your spine and your breath hitched but you forced yourself to continue on. Not looking back as you went into your room and into the en-suited provided for you, you had assumed that the couples on the trip with you had retreated to their room after the long picnic out in the shining sun before the weather took a turn.

Walking into the bathroom, illuminated by a flick of a switch and causing you to blink a few times. You sniffled due to the cold and shivered, turning on the shower and letting the roar of piercing water hit the bath tub. Allowing it to warm up, you turned your body and saw yourself in the mirror. Happy you hadn’t applied much makeup due to the rain, you wiped the beads of water that had collated on your forehead and glanced down at your appearance. Your frame drenched, your sundress clinging to your body and creating a silhouette of your body shape. Had you really stood in front of Fred like this? The answer was yes and as your hands gripped onto the sink in front of you, your head dipped slightly as you tried to fight the ache between your legs that caused them to tremble. Damn that Weasley.

It wasn’t until you looked up that you noticed the door begin to open in the reflection of the mirror and your eyes met the familiar chocolate brown that belonged to Fred. You both said nothing as you stared at each other for a twinkle of a moment, the gaze you two shared magnetising and you found your breathing uneven. Turning around; you whispered “You know, it’s awfully rude to barge—“ And you were being kissed. No… that was an understatement, this was more than a kiss. This was a melody, a collection of perfectly timed notes that caused ripples throughout your body and excelled in making you breathless. His cold lips meeting your own, that familiar taste of salt mixing with the scent of his cologne had your heart racing as you kissed the older Weasley twin. The loudness of the shower now a hum in your ears and the shivers down your spine of pleasure rather than discomfort now. The blood rushes throughout your body and the coldness of your clothing felt immense against the hotness that consumed your entire being now. His kisses were sweet yet filled with passion, longing and desire. All that pent up frustration that had been ignited two days ago and from your days at Hogwarts, seeing each other in your final year and maturing into adults ready for the Wizarding world.

You had often wondered what it would be like to experience an out of body experience and here you felt it, Fred Weasley was in control of your senses and you felt like putty in his hands. Your souls interweaving in a passionate love affair years in the making, his calloused hand moving to cup your cheek as he kissed you deeply. You had no doubt the callouses had been a result of all his tinkering for new products, his home life and being a beater for the Quidditch team. You felt bumps rise on your skin due to his touch, your chest filled with shocks of a future that awaited you as Fred’s lips moved to begin to kiss your jawline and you let out a happy sigh. His hand trailing down your body and rubbing circles on your hip instead, slow and long movements that caused your knees to shake.

“Stop teasing.” You whispered in his ear due to the closeness of your proximity and your eyes had been shut but you opened them now as he pulled away and allowed you to explore his body now. Your hands tentatively reaching up towards him and his own grasped yours, as if saying “it’s okay… it’s just me and you, right now.” And as if you understood him like you had been matched by the universe itself, you found yourself briefly nodding. His hands slid down your forearms, his damp fingers brushing against your own damp skin and trailing up towards your shoulders as your own hands reached towards the bottom of his shirt and peeled it off with his help. The shirt had been clinging to his skin, showcasing a shadow of his toned body that was now facing you. Feeling lost in his body, in his aura and the gaze he was giving you now that screamed “this is just the start” and you knew it deep in your heart, Fred Weasley would ruin you in the best possible way and no one could rescue you from your fate and that was completely fine because you were utterly infatuated with him. The roar of the shower became prominent behind you now, as did his hands that had somehow moved to your thighs without you realising, his hands moved upwards slowly. Rifling your wet dress and pushing it up above your hips. That was the end of you.

Pleasantries and slowness aside, it was in humane the way you both moved to undress each other as fast as you could. All you knew was your back was hitting the cold tile of the bathroom despite the piping hot water and Fred Weasley had his body pressed against yours. The cold touch of the material causing a pleasurable ache that echoed down your spine, soft kisses peppered down your neck and beyond. That afternoon was something to remember, an ecstasy filled you that had you questioning if what you had thought was magic before this moment was false. The truth magic caused by the redhead who had devoured and adored your body as if you were a specimen worthy of admiration to mere mortals and to him, you were. It was the spray of the water hitting your sides and the rhythm of the moment that made you consider all the moments that lead you to this moment and you thanked yourself for saying yes to this trip. It was the feeling of his hands gripping onto your hips, causing temporary indentations with every fierce movement the man took. Your hands buried into his reddish hair, fingertips pulsating pleasurable groans out of the man who had winked at you all those years ago and now again this weekend.

The passion didn’t stop after the supposed denouement, it continued like a concert. Encore. You found yourself wishing you could go back to your past self and warn them but also this was the best surprise you had experienced. It was the aftermath that pleasantly surprised you also, evident that Fred had concealed feelings for you also as he kissed your shoulder blade and down your back causing shivers to run up your spine once more as your hands moved to press your palms against the wall. His soapy hands running their fingertips against your scalp and emitting low sounds from you as he washed your hair, free of the rainwater you had collected whilst fleeing the beach. The sand running down the drain with soapy water, your bodies now immensely warm until a pleasurable cold sensation would run its course through your body and offer a feeling you hadn’t experienced before. You were all consumed by his body, soul and being.

“Fred…” You whispered, delicately. Your eyes opening slightly to look at the wizard in front of you.

“Yes, Y/N?” He said and although it hadn’t been the first time he said your name in that small bathroom, it was the one that hit the hardest. His red lips omitting those sounds that formed your name and water running down his cheeks.

“I just wanted to make sure this was real.” It all felt hazy, like a dream. A dream you never wanted to end.

“It is…” He whispered, “Perhaps I’ll stay a little longer to prove it to you.”

HI ZAHRA THANK YOU FOR THIS I’M JUST OVER HERE SCREAMING AT THIS JFC