Harry Potter Imagines

Three's a crowd F.W

(I'm to lazy to space out the sentences and stuff so that's why it's like this)

An hour ago, the Gryffindor Common Room had been bustling with life; members of the red-colored house yelling the lyrics to their favorite songs and tipping back as many shots of Fire Whiskey as they could without throwing up. It had been a great day to be a Gryffindor, cause today was the day that they had beaten Hufflepuff's in a Quidditch match, and all thanks to your boyfriend, too. The two of you had spent most of the night sat on the leather couch, you had your back to the arm of the couch and your legs draped over his lap, your head resting on his shoulder and glasses of alcohol in his hand. With a snap of the fingers, he either had Oliver or Lee topping them up like it was their full-time job. And all night, members of Gryffindor had been coming up to congratulate Fred on being able to knock Cedric out of the way just in time to catch the Snitch and win the game. Each time he's smirk or chuckle, running a lanky hand through his red hair and messing it up even more. It was already quite disheveled from your hand remaining in it all evening, gently scratching his scalp and absentmindedly coming through his silky red locks as you used your other hand to raise your glass to your lips every now and then. Now, however, your glass was empty and everyone had seemed to call it a night, leaving the two of you alone in the Common Room, still buzzing from the alcohol and enjoying the quiet company of one another. You found out that with Fred, you could sit in silence for hours and still understand each other completely. So when his large hand brushed your thigh where your dress was riding up, you knew what he wanted. Fred's ring was cold against your skin as he ran it up and down your smooth thighs, even dipping underneath your dress a little but never going as far as your black laced panties. You were growing wetter with every move he made, but your boyfriend wasn't watching you, his head was leaning back on the couch as he stared at the ceiling. His jawline appears so prominent due to his position that you can't help yourself. Your hand glides from his soft hair and down the back of his neck, nails grazing his skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. You trail your Gryffindor-red nails across his jaw and grabbed it lightly, twisting his head so that he's forced to look down at you. When Fred does, his brown eyes darkening with curiosity and lust, you lean up a little, wrapping an arm around his neck and tugging him down closer to you from where you lay with your back against the arm of the sofa. Now, Fred's bent from his sitting position beneath you, his arm sticking out by your head and gripping the arm of the couch to keep himself hovering above you slightly. He expects you to dive in and capture his lips with yours but instead feels your mouth on his neck. It causes him to close his eyes and grip the couch tighter, making a serious effort for his drunken limbs not to collapse from the pleasure and crush you beneath him. he twists to get more comfortable, his knees are now on either side of your body ad his other hand next to your face, pinning you beneath him on the couch. "Fuck" Fred mutters when you find his weak spot. Your fingers have moved back to your hair to keep him still as you suck and gently bite at his neck, leaving a hickey or two in your wake. Fred pretends that it annoys him when you do it, but you know that he secretly admires them in the mirror when your back is turned, a smug smirk on his face as he walks into the Great Hall for breakfast after he's finished looking at them. "Mhm" you murmur against his neck, blowing your alcohol-ridden breath on his new hickey and making him shiver. "I think you deserve a better after-party for kicking Hufflepuff's ass, don't you?" Fred smirks and pulls away from you "I suppose I do." You love when Fred gets cocky. You watch as he pushes up from above you and moves to sit where he was, spreading his legs wide and unzipping and unbuttoning his trousers. You slide down onto the floor in front of him onto your knees, smoothing your hands up his thighs until you reach his cock which he's pulled out of his underwear. It stands proudly, leaking with precum as Fred takes the base and lightly smacks your lips with it. "My good little slut" Fred hums, eyes nearly shutting when you take him inside your mouth "The one who knows exactly how to please me. The only one that can please me like this." You moan around him, the vibrations making a loud sigh leave from his parted lips. He leans back in his position on the leather couch, one hand moving to hold your hair whilst the other bends behind his head. He relaxes, watching you through hooded eyes as you bob your head up and down. Fred lets your hands grip his trouser-clad thighs, humming whenever you do something particularly pleasurable with your talented tongue. "You take me so well" Fred mutters, shifting so that his cock slightly hits the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water a little. "I suppose I deserve this, don't I? I worked so hard on that Quidditch Pitch. I couldn't think of a better celebration." Fred's self-confidence doesn't turn you off but turns you on even more. It's not a common thing, and he's clearly tipsy, muttering under his breath as he recalls how good you looked cheering for him on the stands. How, as he caught the Golden Snitch between his fingers and his teammates instantly moved to swarm him, that he knew you would be screaming his name - in more than one way. Your hand moves up and you jerk off whatever you can't fit inside your mouth with your hand. Fred makes small appreciative groans, his hand tightening its grip in your hair, tugging you down further. You tighten your mouth around him, making him hiss in pleasure. You can tell that he's close from the way his head is now flung back, eyes clenched shut, but he pulls you off of him before he can finish inside your mouth. "Fuck" Fred breathes, grabbing you by the chin and guiding you to your feet. As soon as you're both standing in front of each other, you nearly expect him to lean down and press his lips hungrily to yours, but instead he turns you swiftly around and shoves you down onto the couch. You're slightly breathless as Fred bends down, hovering over your face as his cold hand flings out to wrap around your neck. You squirm beneath him, his cool, brown eyes meeting yours. It nearly makes you shiver. "I'm going to eat you out now until I'm satisfied" Fred warns you roughly, listening to you whimper beneath his hand "And you better keep your mouth down or people will come down here and see you for who you truly are-- a desperate slut." You whine now. It's strange how powerful you had felt having him groaning under your touch, only for that to be ripped away from you in a couple of seconds with just his words and his hand on your neck. "Do you understand?" He spat, waiting for your nod of confirmation which quickly came "And you remember the safe word, Y/N?" "Gryffindor" you murmur back, watching him nod. Fred's hand slowly shifts from your neck to slide all the way down your body, groping at your dress-clad breast on the way down. Once he's on his knees in front of you, the roles now massively reversed but Fred remaining in the position of power, he slides your tight dress up your legs to reveal your house-colored panties. "You're fucking soaked" Fred mutters, reaching forward and barely pressing down on your panties, which, sure enough, are wet "Who made you this wet, slut?" He rubs you through your panties, your head snapping back and your eyes clenching at the sensation. You're desperate for him to push your underwear aside and actually touch you. "You, Fred" you whimper, looking back down at him and finding him already watching you intently, brown eyes ablaze "You. Ever since you flew out onto the pitch in your uniform." Fred smirks at your words. He clearly likes them because it's enough for him to push your underwear to the side, revealing your pussy to him. He wastes no time diving a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal and rubbing it towards your clit. "Mm" he murmurs thoughtfully, "You did make a good cheerleader, princess. Very good indeed. I suppose your encouragement probably led me to win. Which means you deserve to celebrate just as much as I do." Before you can speak, Fred leans his head down and attaches his mouth to your pussy. You cry out softly, your hands immediately snapping to his silky red hair. You tug a little when he laps you up, drinking in all of your juices and groaning into you. The vibrations are sent up your entire body and you nearly cry. Especially when Fred moves closer towards your clit, his tongue finally reaching the nub. He does kitten licks at it, teasing you and making you pant as you throw your head back, unable to watch him as he works his magic. Fred keeps his hands on your thighs as he laps you up, finally encasing his mouth around your clit and sucking. You gasp, your legs nearly flinging up to your stomach, but Fred's grip tightens on them. He guides one of them up onto his shoulder, past his head, and you absentmindedly lift the over one as well. Fred's hands reach behind you and tug you further down the seat of the couch so that he has an easier access to your soaked pussy. Waves of arousal flood through you each time he licks at your clit. It feels like barely any time has gone by before you're hissing his name "I'm gonna cum" you whimper. "Come on then, slut," Fred pulls away momentarily to hiss. "Cum on my tongue, princess. I know you want to." It's enough to drive you over the edge as soon as his lips are placed back on top of your clit. Your hips buck and you are forced to cover your mouth with your hand as you do exactly what he told you to and cum. Fred licks you all the way through it, remaining eager, his hands still gripping your thighs. You expect him to stop when you've come down from your high, so you're surprised when he continues. You jerk underneath him from the overstimulation, whimpering out and grabbing his hair. "Fred, I c-can't!" you cry, feeling tears enter your eyes as he laps you up over and over. "Of course you can" Fred pulls away and slips a finger inside your soaked entrance, another one sliding in less easily as he pumps them in and out "Come on, my little slut. I know you can." You don't feel the need to say the safe word, even as the pain dwells on for longer as he curls his fingers inside you, pumping in and out as his other hand reaches for your clit. He rubs his fingers against it hard and fast, faster than you're used to, drilling his fingers in and out like it's his mission. The pain quickly becomes pleasure and you don't even realize you were close to cumming until you've fallen over the edge. Your mouth opens yet nothing comes out as you continuously buck your hips closer to Fred, a smirk on his lips as he watches you unfold for the second time in a row. Tears stream down your face as you come down, feeling Fred pull his hands away from you. "F-Fred" you whimper, your entire body shaking as he leans up. One of his knees is pressed on the other side of you, digging into the couch as he hovers between your legs on the couch. His face is inches away from yours as he guides the fingers that have just been inside you to his lips. You already know what you need to do, your lips opening a little as he slips them inside. Fred's eyes visibly darken as he feels you suck around his fingers, swiping and licking him clean of all of your juices. "Good slut" he murmurs, voice slightly deeper than usual and his erection nearly pressing against you "I told you that you could, didn't I?" You nod breathlessly as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. Fred allows you to catch your breath for a few moments before he dives down and connects your lips. You drink up the taste of him- a mixture of the alcohol he'd been consuming before and now your own arousal. Fred kisses you feverishly, one hand gripping your neck as he grabs you and pulls you to your feet again. You're slightly shaky as he guides you to the back of the sofa, bending you over the arm of it and spanking your ass. You cry out as he grabs your cheek, squeezing it roughly before you hear the shuffle of his trousers again. It was obvious he was adjusting his cock from behind you, especially when you feel the tip glide through the folds of your abused pussy again. You whimper, unsure if you can pull out another orgasm, but feeling more than ready to try again. Fred continued to tease your hole and your clit with his hard cock "I've been dreaming of fucking you in this common room since the moment I hit fucking puberty" Fred mutters before he slides all of the way inside of you abruptly. "Fred!" you gasp loudly, feeling full. His hands come around and he hooks his fingers into your mouth, pulling them by the sides to keep you quiet as he fucks you from behind. You feel like crying as he drives his cock in and out of you, nearly pulling out all of the way before slamming back into you. He pulls his hands away when your loud cries become more muffled, his hands reaching to grab at your waist instead so he can yank you back onto his cock, making each thrust harder. You muffle your moans against your arm as you listen to the sound of your skin slapping together and Fred's soft groans as he fucks you hard. His hips smack against you as he glances down to watch his cock thrust in and out, the inches covered in your very own slick arousal. "Fuck, Y/N" Fred hisses, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you back so you're off the sofa now and instead with your back pressed to his chest "You're going to suck me clean after this, you understand? You've made such a fucking mess." You moan and nod eagerly as Fred keeps your hair tight in his grip, mouth nipping at your neck and leaving love bites as he continues to fuck into you from behind. The hand not bunching your hair up has slid in front of you to palm at your breasts which are covered by your dress. There's something arousing about the two of you fucking whilst fully-clothed. Fred eventually grows bored of the position, right as you feel like you may cum again, it seems. He pulls you back over to the couch and drops down onto it, spreading his legs and patting his lap. You know exactly what he wants as you move over, your knees dropping either side of him. He grabs his cock and guides it to your entrance, head flying back when you slide down onto his length. Inch by inch, he disappears inside you and fills you up. Your hands grab his shoulders as you bob up and down on top of him. He seems dazed as he stares up at the ceiling above whilst you fuck him, clearly in his own world of pleasure, but he quickly snaps out of it when your hands ghost from his shoulders to his chest, feeling him. Your head is thrown back as you ride his cock, but a hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look back down at him. You whimper at the look in his eyes. Both of you seem to have the same idea as you frantically meet in the middle, lips hungrily moving against one another as Fred grabs your waist and helps to guide you up and down on him faster. You're going to cum soon- for the third time. Suddenly, the door to the Common Room slides open, causing the both of you to freeze. You drop down so that you're fully sat on Fred's cock, his lanky hands immediately moving to slide your dress down so that you're not exposed to whoever has just walked in the door behind his head. You have a view of the figure that drunkenly stumbles in, but Fred has to crane his neck around. "H-Heyo, guysss" George slurs "I miiight have gotten lossst on the way to the dormmms." "The dorms are upstairs, George, not outside the Common Room" Fred rolls his eyes at his brother's stupidity and lifts you up by the hips slightly before he starts to slowly glide his cock out, and then back in again. You hiss at the sensation, eyes wide as you stare at George whilst gripping Fred's shoulders. What the hell is he playing at? Your fingers dig into him as if to warn him, but Fred doesn't stop. He buries his face into your neck and carries on, thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy. It shouldn't, but it turns you on way more to know that George is only a few feet away, and completely unaware too. He probably thought you were just cuddling since you were in the same position as you had been for the entire party, but maybe if George was a little more sober then he would notice the way your breath was shuddering and how Fred seemed to be shifting beneath you. "I know..." Blaise stalls as he heads slowly towards the stairs. "You did well today, brother." "I know" Fred huffs, driving into you slightly deeper. Your eyes clench shut and you hope George doesn't find it too suspicious when your head drops down onto his shoulder. Hopefully you just look tired to him. "Did you see Diggory's face when you caught the Snitch?" Blaise snickers "I'll never forget it." Fred, as if he can sense how much it's turning you on having someone in the room, which he probably can from how much wetter you are now and the way you're continuously clenching around his cock, continues to thrust into you slowly and smirks. "Yeah, it was quite hilarious" he agrees "George, did you do the homework for Charms class on Monday?" You want to kill him but you also don't at the same time. "Huh?" George replies drunkenly, pausing in his tracks "Yeah. I think so. For...For Flitwick's class." "Yeah, that's Charms, idiot" Fred spits with a roll of the eyes. "You're absolutely plastered. Go to bed." Fred grips you tighter as George starts to mutter about not being an idiot, going onto some whole rant that makes no grammatical or logical sense, but you're lost now. You're on the verge of an orgasm and Fred can tell. To get you off quicker, he reaches between the two of you and rubs at your swollen clit. You hide your face in his neck as you cum, eyes clenching shut as you shake on top of him, biting your lip to hold back your whimpers. You can't believe you just came on Fred's dick right in front of his brother. "Are you laughinggg at meee, Y/N?" George huffs "I'm not a idiot." "I'm not laughing" you peer up at him, wincing from the overstimulation as Fred continues to thrust his cock inside, chasing his high which is quickly approaching. You could tell from how uneven his thrusts were growing. "An" you correct him with a soft grunt. "Hmm?" " 'An idiot' " you say "not 'a idiot.' " George says something back but you can't concentrate because suddenly Fred goes rigid beneath you. His fingers dig into your skin and his cock does one final powerful thrust before you feel his cum fill you up, his eyes scrunching shut as he released a loud breath. "Go to bed, George" Fred demands roughly, voice thicker than usual. George is already by the staircase and just glares as he stumbles up, tripping over his own feet several times. "I can't believe you fucked me through that" you huff "Or that you came inside me while I was talking to him." "You came whilst I was talking to him." "And whose fault is that?" you huff. "Mine" Fred grins mischievously, reaching up and pressing his lips to yours "Can't say I regret it much though." You chuckle "Me either." "Now on your knees" Fred demands "I do believe you need to clean me off like you said you would."