The Blindfold
There was no denying it, you were craving whatever Fred Weasley had in store for you. The twins hadn't given you a day or time of when you were to meet again. So the few days after George took you in Snape's Storeroom were filled with pining and anticipation.
Then on Friday morning when Fred bumped into you on your way to class, you felt a piece of parchment slip into your hand. He gave a quick wink and a hurried apology before disappearing with George and the other Gryffindors down the corridor. You found a private corner and opened the note as quickly as you could.
What was scribbled in the center made your heart leap in your chest.
Tonight, 10pm, our spot. Don't be late.
You quickly folded the paper and shoved it deep within your bag. This time felt different. You had time to prepare.
The rest of the day flew by as your mind remained focused on what was ahead. Fred and George were going to meet with you, and they had said you owed them one yet again - well, specifically Fred. Last time that was the case you ended up between the both of them. Is that what would happen this time as well or did Fred have something special planned?
You tried your best to not to get anxious as you got ready later that evening. The other girls in the dorm tried to question you, but you made the excuse that you had to find the perfect makeup for the upcoming Yule Ball. They seemed to accept this, as they then turned their attention amongst themselves on what dresses they had picked out.
As the excited chattering took over the room, you closed the curtains and began picking out exactly what to wear. You decided on a pair of black jeans and a sweater with the yellow Hufflepuff crest on the chest. Underneath all of that is what mattered the most, with a lacy red bra and matching panties.
Once you were ready to leave, you looked yourself over in the mirror. You felt good about this, nervous, but confident.
Even though sneaking out was never a problem, you left a little earlier just to be sure that any snags along the way wouldn't hinder the time. After all, they did say not to be late.
That's where it leaves you now. It is just about 9:55 from the last time you checked your watch. The hallways are empty and dark, just as they always are once all students are to be with their respective houses. Your footsteps echo as you reach the blank stone wall that serves as the entrance to the passage. With a flick of your wand and the words that the twins taught you, the door appears.
Most of the day you were able to keep your nerves to a simmer, but now they were raising. Your stomach fills with butterflies as you approach the room that had that familiar fire glow escaping from its uneven hinges. You raise your arm, unsure if you should knock or not. They're expecting you, so it's no surprise when choice was made for you as Fred swings the door open and gestures for you to come in.
"Right on time," he says with a tinge of amusement as he glances down at his watch.
The room was smaller than you remember, but you take it was due to the rearranging they had done since your last visit. The table was now pushed to the far right with the boxes and cauldrons organized on top. The red couch was now accompanied by an old metal framed bed with what looks like freshly cleaned sheets on top. The headboard was a copper steel with different twists and turns, making the pattern almost spiral in shape.
This must have been why it took so long for them to reach back out to you. They were preparing whatever this was. You jump as George places both hands on your shoulders.
"Oh don't worry," he laughs. "Snape can't find us here."
You shrug him off and turn on your heel to face him. Your heart is pounding as he smiles down at you, his cool and relaxed expression the same as always.
Fred steps next to him and they share a quick glance, then he says, "Well, let's get comfortable, shall we?" He takes your hand and leads you to the couch, his brother tailing right behind.
You try to remain present, fighting the lingering memories that come with this exact spot on this red cushion. You rub your sweating palms together as they perch themselves on either side of you. Fred wraps his arm firmly around your waist and pulls you to him. George lays his hand gingerly on your knee and observes as his brother begins to speak.
"So I've been thinking long and hard about just how you could repay me. You know, with me saving you from expulsion and all," Fred starts off smoothly.
"Right," you say with amusement, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. "So does George owe you too since you did the same for him?"
Fred's forehead creases and he shoots a puzzled look to his brother. "Well, no-"
"Then I don't understand why you keep saying that I -" he cuts you off with a wave of his hand.
"You're ruining the mystique," he says and removes his arm from around you, then gets up. He stands in front of the fireplace, gazing into the crackling flames with his hands tucked in his pockets. You look to his brother, who just leans back and watches with a curling grin.
"So," you say after a quick clearing of your throat. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well," Fred starts off quietly at first, the outline of his hair glowing from the flames. "I thought we'd play a game."
You furrow your brows and cross your arms. "A game? What, like chess?"
"No," he replies with a chuckle. Then withdraws a long black piece of fabric from his pocket. It was shiny, and you can tell even from a distance that it is made from silk. He turns and steps to you, then drops to his knees. "But it's very simple."
You eye him silently as he flips your hands and places the cloth right on your palms. As your fingers glide over the soft material, it dawns on you what it is. "A.. blindfold?"
"What a smart girl," George coos and strokes your hair.
You blush and stare down at the blindfold, then back up at Fred. "Okay I wear this, then what?"
Fred beams at you. "Then you will be tested on how well you know us."
"I- I'm" you stammer and look between the twins. "I'm not sure I follow."
George leans forward and delicately places his fingertips on your pale wrists. "You have to guess which one of us is touching you," he explains. "Isn't it brilliant? We came up with it just last night."
"I guess" you say with hesitance. "But, what if I get it wrong?"
"So this is where it gets interesting," Fred says with excitement riddled in his voice. "You see that bed over there? It's not an ordinary one, let me tell you."
"It has a specific jinx that we added to it," George continues. "I think it would be easier if we showed you." His brother nods and steps to the bedside.
"Fred, what color is the sky?" George asks.
"Emerald green." Within seconds of his answer, a rope shoots out from one of the corners of the mattress and wraps around his arm. Your mouth shoots open and you squirm against the cushion.
George squeezes your leg and smiles at you. "Don't worry," he says. "If at any time you're uncomfortable we can stop."
"So what do you say?" Fred returns to you and holds his hand out. "Do you think you could handle the challenge?"
Your pulse races as you look between the boys and the bed. They watch you patiently as you mull over the idea in your head. It was definitely not what you had expected, not that you were against the idea at all. You had never been restrained before, so the idea of being completely at their will was both intimidating and exciting.
What felt like an hour of deliberation (even though it was likely 2 minutes), you nod and say, "I'll play your game."
You take Fred's hand and he helps you to your feet. "Wonderful!" He exclaims and leads you to the edge of the bed and gestures for you to sit again.
You do as you're told, and the mattress bends a little under your weight. It was comfortable enough, though the box spring underneath creaked with defiance when George sits next to you. He takes the black silk that is entwined in your fingers and places it on his lap and folds it evenly.
"We will start out simple," Fred explains as he brother slips the blindfold over your eyes. Everything is dark now, and you're more aware than ever of the heat building below your naval. "First, let's - oh George, don't get her hair tied in with it."
There's a slight tug from your scalp and the knot loosens. "Sorry, I got it," he says quickly and then backs off the bed. You are sitting alone now, but you can feel their presence as they stand in front of you.
Fred continues, "right then, so let's begin with just our hands. There will be no talking from us, and you will have 30 seconds to guess who is who."
Your cheek is gently caressed and you lean into their palm. "Are you ready, y/n?"
"Yes," you say simply, and the warmth disappears.
The tension in the room is so thick as you wait for the first test. Both of the approach you and your chest flutters with excitement as you listen for movement or any kind of cue. The breath you hold escapes your lips as someone brushes your neck. Their fingertips trail to your jawline and back to the collar of your sweater.
As they explore more of your exposed skin, you take notice of how purposeful they are with their movements. They stop at the threshold of your clothing and brush over the tender spots of your neck with gentle precision.
The other hand joins in, gliding their palm up your arm and to your side then over your stomach. There is more pressure beneath their touch, they feel needy and demanding as they slip beneath your sweater. They grip your ribs right below your bra line with enough force to make you gasp and lean forward into them.
“Fred,” you say breathily, looking up blindly at where you hear a soft laugh.
“Very good,” one of them says.
“Hey,” a voice comes from your right. “Can I take this off?” There’s a tug at the hem of your sweater and you nod in response. You lift your arms and allow them to slide it off over your head. The cold air hits your skin in an instant and a shiver rolls down your body, which is then replaced by gentle kisses over your bare torso from both sides.
“Fuck, Y/N.” You recognize this as Fred’s voice. “Did you wear that for us?”
You turn away and bite your lip. This wasn’t your first time with them, but admitting that you were dressing to please them just feels embarrassing. I suppose sitting blindfolded and practically topless didn’t help the matter. You give a quick, “I don’t know what you mean.” Something coils around your wrist. “What is-”
“It knows when you’re lying too. Did we not tell you that?” George says calmly, but you can hear the smile in what he’s saying.
The rope reels itself back so quickly that it drags you a few inches on your back. “I-I’m not really sure about this,” you say shakily. Your arm is completely pinned against the bed and you claw at it with your free hand.
“It’s perfectly safe,” one of them assures you, their fingers creeping down your sides and stops over the buttons on your pants. It was impossible to tell them apart now with your heart beating so hard against your ribs. “But if you want us to stop, you can tell us.”
You take a few deep breaths and allow the adrenaline to pass. You trust them. You aren’t entirely sure why, but you do. There was a yearning for them so deep in your soul since the moment that they fucked you that you knew that you’d do anything to feel that way again. The sinking at the edge of the bed tells you that they are both sitting there, inches away, probably staring directly at your half nude body. You let go of your binded arm and let your hand fall to the side. You’re slightly embarrassed from your reaction and try to will away the blush that was creeping up your neck.
There was a tapping and tugging on your jeans button again. “May we?” That was George - no, Fred. Somehow you couldn’t even hear the difference in their voices now, which was so easy before. You say yes, and you lift your hips to allow them to slip it off.
“Merlin’s beard, look at you” one of the twins exclaims and you bite back a laugh.
“You can say that again,” the other one says and runs a hand up your bare leg, leaving you with gooseflesh all over your body. “You ready to continue?”
You give one final tug at your arm, then relax your body. “Yes,” you say calmly.
One of them was on your left, the other on your right. You feel breath tickle your cheek and turn your head to the left, lips immediately meet yours. Your lips part and one of the brother’s tongues slips and rolls in your mouth. He grips your jaw and holds your face still as he breathes you in, tilting his head to get even deeper in your mouth. You press your thighs together and a shaky breath escapes right as your attention is snapped to the other side.
The other brother’s mouth was now on you, his hands strong and fingers digging into your hips. He tastes sweeter, you note to yourself. Your brain was getting hazy as your veins exploded with lust as both of them grind against you. It was hard to tell which pair of hands belong to who as they pull you in both directions. You do your best to keep your head on straight as you fight back the hungry kisses from the brother on the right. He pulls your chest flush against his, your arm still pinned down from the rope underneath him.
Your bra clasp is pinched and you feel the straps become loose around you. Then the twin on the right joins in behind you, pressing his hardening cock against your ass. You curve your spine as the man in front of you sinks his teeth into your neck. Your nails rake down his back and you gasp out, “Fred!”
There was a shake of a head, and within seconds your other arm got tangled within the magic rope. You are laying on your back now, and they are both on top of you. One lifts your bra and kisses your nipple gently. His tongue flicks sharply and he nips, making you moan and wriggle. The other is still kissing you with his hand heavy on your thigh.
“Well, so far,” he says when he pulls back from your face. “You’re at a 50% success rate.”
“Not bad,” the other brother says, then goes back to sucking hard on your nipple.
“Fuck!” You yell out and they both laugh, then stand from the bed. You know this is meant to throw you off, but even if they didn’t take that extra step - you completely lost track of them at this point anyway. The idea alone sounded easy when Fred explained it, but now it just seemed impossible.
The mattress sinks as they position themselves on either side of you. Fingers tangle through your hair and grasp you at the base of the skull, forcing your head to tilt to the side. His thumb stops over your lips and then parts them, the pad of his finger pressing down on your tongue. His grip releases, and he caresses your face gingerly. There’s pressure on your lips again, this time larger and hotter than a finger. You know at once what he’s asking you to do and open your mouth and take him in.
The head of his cock stops over your tongue and you respond by twirling around it before bobbing back and forth. His taste makes your mouth water as he guides your head with his hand on your cheek. This felt familiar, as you did have George in your mouth before, but it was a different pace completely. He inches in further, your gag reflex threatening to trigger as he reaches the back of your throat.
You jump as a hand lands on your thighs. The tips of their fingers getting achingly close to your panties. Another hand joins in on your right leg now, and they both move down together in perfect sync. You choke on a gasp as one pulls your panties down and the other puts a hand over your slick folds.
The twin’s cock pulls out of your mouth completely, then you are guided to the other side where the other begins to do the same. This one with more vigor as he holds the back of your neck with force. He shoves himself completely down your throat with careful precision, fighting through your coughs and whines. He pulls out and a finger slides up your slit, pausing at your pulsating nub.
You take him in again, drool and tears stream down your face as he makes your head bob back and forth. He lets out a soft groan, and your body shakes in response. You love making them feel good. You love how wanted and sexy you feel when you are in their presence. Every part of you ached for them to use you exactly how they wanted.
Is this really what I like? You question yourself before one of them removes their finger from your folds. You whimper and pathetically try to grab with your restrained hands.
Do I enjoy letting them toy with me like this? The answer comes to you as clear as day as soon as you feel a tongue split your cunt and land right on your clit.
Yes. Yes, I do. And I’m theirs forever.
The twin in your mouth pulls out and you let out a shriek of pleasure. “George,” you yell with tremors filling your body.
“Good girl,” he says before continuing to work on you.
It was like static was building up in your legs and core as he laps at you. His strong wet tongue against you made you shake and contort. You felt his cheeks harden against your thighs and you knew he was smiling.
He pulls back and they both get off the bed again, leaving you helpless and pathetically quaking. Your wrists and cunt both ache for release. You hear them whispering, but could only pick up small pieces of the conversation.
“I mean it’s fucking amazing-”
“I agree-”
“Could fuck her all night-”
“Quidditch practice-”
You scrunch your face up and turn your head to them as Fred yells, “are you really thinking about quidditch right now?”
George says in a quiet voice, “no.”
There was a sigh, and you imagine Fred rubbing his face with both of his hands with George looking sheepish at him. You want to ask, but figure it’s better to not ruin the mood. Not that they’d tell you anyway.
Another whisper and you saw a flash from the bottom of the blindfold. Your wrists were free and you immediately start to rub, what you assume, would be reddened and slightly bruised skin. Just before you get the chance to ask if the game is over, the ropes wrap around your ankles and knees and pull them down against the mattress. You lift your head and prop yourself up on your elbows.
“Relax, relax,” you recognize as George cooing. “You’ve come this far and you’re doing so good.”
You fall back again and stare up into the abyss of the blindfold. Your legs are quaking from both the restraints and anticipation as you wait for them.
“Last test,” Fred announces and they both approach the bed side. “If you get this right, I’ll untie you. If not, then you stay like this until we are all done.”
“Okay,” you say while rubbing at your wrists. Your heart races as you feel the mattress sink with both of their weights.
One of them leans over you, their hips between your legs. You wiggle in excitement as you feel the tip of their cock separate you. A finger lands on your clit and slap your hand over your mouth to muffle the moan. The other brother wraps his fingers around your sore wrists and moves them to the side. They like to hear you every sound you make, you know this, but you still can’t help but feel shy about it.
The brother on top of you circles his thumb over your soaked nub and begins to slowly penetrate you. You let out a soft whine as he enters you. You curve your back and rock your hips against him. The boy curses under his breath and continues to push even further inside. Your walls constrict and grip him, his full girth making you feel like he was completely splitting you open. Each thrust he made was tender and gentle. You could feel his eyes on you, scanning up and down your body as you writhe underneath him.
You make a mental effort to relax your muscles as he fully enters you. His are pressing against yours, his throbbing cock temporarily buried deep within you. He leans down and kisses you, pulling out slightly and then grinding back against you. Your cries are being muffled from his tongue that is now probing your mouth. Blood rushes to your cunt as he continues to work on you with tiny circles over your clit with the pad of his finger.
You tangle your fingers into his hair and turn your head to break the kiss. Both of the twins were similar in how they loved to build you up, but there was a controlled hesitation and tenderness that only one of them had mastered.
“George. You’re George,” you moan.
A soft kiss lands on your cheek, his cock still fully sheathed inside of your quavering pussy. “Good job,” he says sweetly. “Now do you want me to untie you?”
“No,” you say with his face in your hands. “But please let me see you.”
George does as you ask and slips up the blindfold, his perfect face coming into view. Fred was to the side of you, grinning from ear to ear while massaging his erection slowly while watching his brother take you. You reach over and take him in your hands, mimicking the same speed he was going, looking directly into his fiery eyes.
The muscles in your legs burn and shake from being pulled apart so far. You were flexible, but the ropes almost seem to know exactly what a person’s limit is and would go just over the threshold. George picks up his pace. You look down to admire how beautiful his body looks slamming into yours. You could see the muscles under his ribs tighten every time he would thrust forward.
Watching him almost sends you over the edge completely, but you hold back. Your walls quake and constrict him tighter than ever, and he looks down at you with sweat running down his face. “Come on, Y/N. Let go for me,” he says sweetly. You try to hold it back even more, letting him edge you with his hands and cock. The heat was building, and your vision was beginning to go blurry.
Fred reaches out and touches your breast tenderly, then grabs you by the throat. “If he tells you to cum you better do it then, shouldn’t you?”
“F-Fuck,” you scream out and crane your neck back, the top of your head pressing into the pillow. All of your muscles tense, and shockwaves travel through your torso and to your limbs. Your cunt pulsates and squeezes, sending George over at the same time. He slumps forward, your lips meeting at once.
He shakes and you feel some of his cum start to seep out of you and travel down your ass. He carefully pulls out and hovers over you for a moment. “You’re perfect,” he whispers in your ear. You respond with a quick kiss, before he rolls over on his side to get off of you.
You ask gently to Fred, who is still hard in your hands. “Untie me, please.”
He nods and grabs his wand from the bedsheets and flicks it at the ropes. With a quick murmur, you are finally free from its grasp. You get to your knees and pull Fred into a hungry kiss, pushing him back so that he was against the metal headboard. You assume it has to be cold, but he didn’t seem to notice or even care about that.
He watches you with a smirk as you straddle him, his hard erection already lining perfectly up with your opening.
“I believe I owe you this,” you say smartly as you ease down onto him. This time, he gasps, and you bite your lip with pride. You were going to make him wish he owed you every day of the week forever. Maybe then he would stay up late at night thinking of you the way you did of them.
You whimper as he pushes his hips back up towards you, and you grind back and forth and side to side in response. Riding him is like nothing else that you have ever experienced. He doesn’t just give up control, you have to fight him for it. He grabs you by the back of the hair and pulls you down so far that your back arches. You feel your ass jump every time he thrusts from under you.
Fred’s face is flushed and jaw slacked open as his hips stop and he lets you finally take full control. You tilt your pelvis and rock your hips as you glide up and down his cock. His one hand leaves the bruising skin on your hips and plays with your clit again. Your legs spasm and dig your nails into his bare chest so that you could keep a steady rhythm.
The build up was so fast, that your second orgasm hit you out of nowhere, leaving you crumbling on his chest. He holds you close to his chest by wrapping both arms around your lower back. Fred continues to slam into your quaking walls, the overstimulation making you see stars as you cry out helplessly. You can feel him start to shake as well as he reaches his peak. Your chest fills with fire as he lets out a loud grunt and grips the back of your hair. Semen pumps inside of you, and you shudder from the sensation of his cock pulsating.
With weak legs, you unmount him and collapse between Fred and George. You weren’t sure if you would even have the strength to make it back to your dorm tonight. They seem to have the same thought and embrace you from both sides.
“Now this,” Fred says with sleepiness heavy in his voice, “is how you spend a Friday night.”
George chuckles and moves a strand of hair from your red face. “You really are something special, Y/N,” he says softly, seemingly ignoring his brother's comment. Your heart misses a beat and you melt into their arms.
That’s where you spent the next two hours falling in and out of sleep in between the Weasley twins. Then at 3AM, they lead you back to the HufflePuff common room and each leave you with a tender kiss on both cheeks.
Even though it wasn’t specifically stated, you know you’ll be seeing them again.
Probably even sometime soon.