April 1st (Fred Weasley x Reader smut)
Request: Hello, can I make a request I’m sorry if they are closed but could it be Fred x reader smut where everyone is celebrating the twins birthday and after the party reader has a surprise for him because he says he feels ‘old’ please and thank you Have a nice day goodbye.
I’m a freakin slacker. It’s definitely not April 1st. Just pretended bc I think I’ve gotten a bit better at smut. But, keep in mind I’m still learning, it’s not the best but it was still fun bc I love Fred.
It was April 1st 2017, the Weasleys were gathered around the small dining room table in The Burrow.
Molly was holding two glorious chocolate cakes that she then set gently in front of her twin sons, who looked greedily at each other then at their beautiful cakes.
They were iced thickly with thirty nine candles and due to limited space, some softly floated above the rest.
You were sitting next to your husband, Fred, admiring his longing face.
You adored the way he still bit his lip like a teenager, awaiting the delicious chocolate cake.
Fred looked young for his age, so did his brother. He was starting to get flecks of grey in his flaming hair and had a couple laugh lines, but the childlike gleam in his eyes made him look as if he were 20.
The families sang and after cake they all sat in the sitting room, passing presents to the twins.
“Ron! This is from MY store” George groaned as he opened a box of sniveling snack boxes.
You laughed as you saw a chucking Ron earn a slap on the shoulder from Hermione.
Fred was opening a gift from his mother.
“Oh… Mum, you’re so thoughtful” He said flatly as he held up a pair of socks.
“All of yours have holes in them!” She stated, she leaned close to him and you barely caught what she said.
“They’re enchanted to make the wearer do an Irish jig” Mrs. Weasley giggled softly.
Fred suddenly stood and hugged her tightly.
George was ripping open another present. His face suddenly went white as he read the note inside, yours was identical when you realized he accidentally opened your gift to Fred.
His eyes flicked over to you, wider than you’ve ever seen them.
“That’s not for you” you whispered quietly through gritted teeth.
“Thank Merlin” He sighed, though still looking disgusted at what he’d just read. “Angelina’d kill us both”
Thankfully everyone was too distracted by the present from Bill and Fleur Fred was opening to notice your little scuffle.
“Oi, Freddie, this ones yours” George said, looking glad to get the note as far away from him as possible, and tossed it to Fred after he was done thanking Bill and Fleur for the new assortment of colorful handkerchiefs.
Fred, seeing it was from you, smiled and opened the letter.
His eyes widened much like his brother but his face became almost as red as his hair.
'I have on that lacey black thing you like, Happy Birthday, Love’
Fred gulped deeply, and quickly crumpled the note and shoved it in his pocket. You knew he secretly loved it when you would turn him on in public.
He locked eyes with you, a familiar mischievous grin sliding across his face.
“There’s more.” You said, giggling.
Fred looked back down at the gift and pulled apart the tissue paper. His jaw dropped, he grabbed and brought the tickets closer to his eyes to inspect them.
“Vat are those?” Asked Fleur, curiously.
“Tickets to America” Fred said breathlessly.
“You get to go on a muggle plane!?” Exclaimed Arthur, his voice full of longing.
You and Fred did okay for yourselves but we’re never able to afford trips. You’d been saving since last year to buy them.
“(Y/N)” Fred said looking up over at you, eyes full of disbelief.
“Well, now I wish I’d kept it” grumbled George.
Fred stood and walked over to you, engulfing you in a tight, loving hug.
“I love you” he murmured over and over in your hair.
“I love you too” you said back when he pulled away, arms still around your waist.
“Where In America?” Asked Hermione.
“New York City!” Your replied, excitedly.
“I’ve never been there but I’ve heard it’s amazing”
“Is it a big city?” asked Arthur, sitting, obviously very curious.
“Very, its full of sky scrapers, lights and people”
“Confounding” he murmured to himself.
“You sure at his age, Fred’ll able to handle that?” Ron chuckled, lightly pushing his older brother.
Seeing the sharp look from Fred, Hermione whispered a threatening “Ron” through gritted teeth.
Not getting the clue as usual, Ron continued.
“I really should have gotten you some hair dye for that grey, but I guess it happens when you get old-OW!” He shouted as Hermione jabbed her elbow into his ribs.
“Well, as much as I’m thankful for you all being here I’m going to have to retire to my flat” said Fred, standing.
You could tell he was upset by the way his face twisted, trying not to show his feelings.
“C'mon Freddie, its only 10” Ron said grabbing his brothers shoulder.
“I guess my age is getting to me” Fred snapped, shrugging off his hand.
“Love you all, thanks for coming” and he aparated to your flat.
The room was quiet for a moment.
“Guess that’s my cue” You said with a chuckle, trying to clear a bit of the tension.
You kissed Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, and Fleur’s cheeks and hugged Mr. Weasley, Ron, and Bill.
“Goodnight, thanks for coming”
Everyone waved as you aparated away.
You felt the pressure from aparatting fade as you appeared in your flat.
“Fred?” You spoke softly.
“(Y/N), You-you don’t have to worry about it, I’m fine.” Fred stuttered.
You saw him sitting in his large chair in the sitting room.
“You know he didn’t mean anything by it” You said as you walked over to him and took at seat comfortably across his lap, your legs over the arm of the chair.
Fred let his head rest on your chest, feeling the soft expansion and depression of your lungs and and the rhythmic beating of your heart.
“It’s true” he stated bluntly.
He heard your breath catch, you guided his chin to look up at you.
“Fred, it’s not true.” You said just as blunt back.
You looked deep into each other’s eyes for a moment then you lightly pressed your lips to his round, freckled nose.
He shuddered at the sensation.
“If anything I love your more with a bit of gray, it’s sexy” You whispered as you kissed his temple
“Oh yeah?” He asked chucking “You think an old man is sexy?”
“Love, I’m the same age as you, do you think I’m old?” You asked as you kissed his cheekbone.
“Of course not!” He said defensively.
He paused and looked at you.
“I’m kinda starting to see your point”
You laughed and and finally kissed his lips deeply.
He moaned softly, bringing his hand up and brushing your hair behind your ear and then rested it on your cheek.
You then moved your legs to straddle his lap.
He brought his hands down and rested them on you bum.
You deepened the kiss by dramatically turning your head, brushing your nose gently across his cheek.
You both parted for air.
You looked in his bright eyes, running your fingers though his hair.
“I guess if you’re such and old man, you won’t be able to fuck me on the kitchen counter.”
His eyes darkened, the same boyish smirk you knew since Hogwarts appeared across his face.
He stood, still holding your bum and carried you over and sat you on the counter, then immediately dipped his head down to collide his lips with yours.
Your fingers were knotted in his locks and his fingers glided under your shirt softly caressing your hips.
You felt his erection growing in his kakis on your thigh.
You brought a hand down and rubbed him through his pants, his mouth causing his breath to hitch.
He pulled from your lips and kissed down your neck, stopping to suck and nibble on your skin.
“Fuck, Fred” You moaned as he found a particularly sensitive spot.
He pulled away causing you to let out a cry, he grabbed both your cheeks with his large hands and looked in your eyes.
“I love you” he whispered, looking desperately at you, as if he were afraid you didn’t feel the same.
You replicated his movements and brought your smaller hands to his cheeks.
“I love you” You repeated.
Fred was satisfied with this and a huge smile grew on his face, his crows feet crinkling as he looked at you.
“Are you going to do something?” You asked raising your eyebrows, your cheeks starting to turn pink at the way he was staring at you.
He let out and chuckle.
“I just still can believe you’re mine”
Before you could answer he kissed you passionately, only parting for a a second for to pull your shirt over your head.
You worked at his magenta, paisley button up shirt that clashed magnificently with his red hair.
He pushed his tongue in your mouth as you slipped his shirt off his shoulders.
He explored fervently as he pulled your jeans down, revealing the tight, black, lacey panties that drove him wild.
He moaned at the sight and before you could, quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled off his pants.
He ran his fingers across your stomach as he pulled away, kissing down you chest then removing your bra, eagerly.
He sucked on your nipples, twirling his tongue causing you to let out a strangled moan.
You reached your hands down and pulled his rock hard erection from his boxers and started to stoke it up and down, feeling the pre cum dribble down your hand.
He groaned and pulled away, tilting his head back.
He slipped two fingers into your panties and felt your warm, wet heat.
“So wet for me” he moaned softly in your ear “Always so wet for me”
He entered his fingers, stretching you out quickly.
You stroked his cock faster causing him to bite his lip.
He pulled his fingers out of you and rubbed your swollen clit, spreading your juices. You writhed, bucking your hips against his fingers.
Then without warning he pulled your panties aside, still wanting to feel them when he fucked you.
You gasped at the cold air hitting you warm core.
You let go of his penis and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Please, Fred” You begged and he rubbed his tip up and down your folds.
He entered, barely filling you, then pulled out, causing you to whine.
He loved to make you beg.
“How much to your want my cock?” He asked, his voice rough in your ear.
“I’ll do anything” you begged, trying to wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.
“Anything? I guess I can’t refuse that.” He stated and shoved into you deeply.
You both groaned loudly, the feeling of this throbbing erection buried deep inside you was like no other.
He gave you open mouth kisses on your neck as he started to thrust in and out slowly.
The pace was agonizing
“H-harder” you stuttered the command, and Fred followed orders immediately.
His pace went faster, and faster.
The sounds of skin slapping and moans of both yours and Fred’s filled the air.
You felt the knot in your stomach growing and you knew you were close. By the look on Fred’s face, he was too.
Then he hit the special place in you that gave you insane pleasure.
You screamed his name as he hit it over and over.
“I’m close, love” he said with staggering breath, his face was heavenly.
“Me too” You squealed.
You clenched around him tightly, you could feel his cock twitch and the sweet sound the left his lips as he finished inside you caused the knot to burst.
Moans fell from your lips as you leaned forward, pressing kisses to his neck and chest as you both rode out your orgasms.
When he pulled out completely, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed your chest to his in a tight hug.
You tangled your fingers in his hair and nestled your nose in his neck.
“I appreciate you a lot, and I don’t know what I’d do without you” he said, muffled from his lips being on your shoulder.
“And I’m excited for that trip” He added.
“Me too” you agreed, humming softly.
“And about that 'anything’ you said you’d do…”
“ Yeah, what about it?”
He looked embarrassed at you, his cheeks turning a bit pink under his freckled skin.
“Could you, um.. swing by mum and dad’s and pick up the rest of that cake?”
You laughed loudly, rolling your eyes your boyish husband.
“I got so mad, I forgot to grab it and it’d be embarrassing going back to get it after I stormed out” he said looking down at you with a small smile.
You pressed a finger to his lips.
“Consider it done.”