Room of Requirement.
The candle light from the Great Hall flickers in the hallway that you are sneaking off in. The aroma of the delicious dinner from tonight fills the air, making your stomach growl with protest. You hadn’t expected to meet so early in the evening with Fred and George. Most of the time you’d meet with them after most of the students had gone to bed, but not tonight. They approached you at the Hufflepuff table and ushered you away with them.
Even now, as you walk side by side with them, you have no idea what the sense of urgency is about. The few times that you attempted to pry an answer out of them, they would merely glance at each other and smirk.
At first, you think maybe they’re leading you to the dark passageways. Then you pass near the blind folded woman’s statue, go up several floors and head towards the astronomy tower. The further you go, the more thrown off you are. It wasn’t until you reached a particularly empty corridor when they held out their arms to stop you.
Fred speaks with a twinge of excitement in his voice. “Here we are.”
George takes your hand in his. His gaze is set forward at a plain looking stone wall. You squint and tilt your head at it, trying to decipher what is so special about this location. He squeezes your hand and looks down at you. “Close your eyes, Y/N,”
“Why?” You ask cautiously.
They refer to each other again, then Fred says calmly, “just trust us.”
“I promise,” George adds. “It’ll be worth it.”
You sigh, knowing full well that they aren’t going to tell you until you follow their directions. You reluctantly shut your eyes and allow them to guide you forward. Then they turn you around and head back in the same direction. This happens a few times, and you’re starting to get annoyed with this whole situation. If they dragged you up here and away from dinner just for a prank, then you’re going to be furious.
“There it is,” Fred exclaims, and your eyes open.
In front of you, where the plain stone wall was, is a large wooden door. The twins look at you, then back at the door.
“What is this?” You say with astonishment. “This definitely wasn’t here before.”
“No,” George explains, “it only appears when you really need something.”
“The Room of Requirement,” Fred adds. “Only a few others know of its existence.”
“Need something,” you repeat. “What’s inside?”
“That’s the best part,” Fred replies.
“And you're about to find out,” George finishes. His fingers tighten around your palm. "Go ahead, Y/N, open it.”
You hesitate with your hand on the latch, unsure if this is just a joke or not. If they are telling the truth, what exactly is it that the three of you need? Fred places a firm hand on your shoulder and you can feel his fingers twitch in excitement as you finally begin tugging it open.
It is only when you step into the room that you truly take in what's in front of you. There are floating candles lining both the left and right sides. The walls are a deep red and accented by deep gold. In the middle lies a large bed with velvet sheets, a golden metal headboard that has the most elegant design of swirls that form into a lion's head.
You hear the door close behind you, and you swing around to face the brothers. Their eyes are focused on you as they move towards you.
"It took us a long time to perfect it," Fred explains as he pulls at his tie.
"We had to be specific on exactly what we needed," George says and gazes around the room. "What we thought you would want, too."
As you reflect on what they’re saying, you notice a small dark wooden table sitting at the entrance. A black box with a piece of parchment is peeking from underneath it.
This entire situation feels like a dream that you’re going to wake up from any minute. There was an air of mystery and tension that you can’t fully comprehend. The brothers have been planning this? For how long and why? Isn’t what they had in their secret room in the passageways similar to this? Even so, there was no denying the elegance and style within these four walls.
“What is it?” You ask with your fingertips grazing the top of the engraved wooden box.
George takes your hand and leads you across the floor. "Before you open it, there's some things we wanted to go over." You follow him, stepping right to the edge of the large plush bed. He sits and pats firmly on the velvet sheet, leaving a bit of a wrinkle behind. "Please, sit."
You perch yourself next to him and try to read his expression, to get any sort of clue to what they have planned. Surprises were never your forte, but lately you haven't had much of a choice.
Fred joins to the right of you and brushes your hair delicately from your shoulder. He has the mysterious black box sitting on his lap. You consider reaching over to grab it, but George places his fingertips on your wrist.
"We want you to be ours," George says so directly that it makes the blood immediately rush to your cheeks.
You stammer out, "I-I'm.. sorry?"
"You heard him right," Fred whispers, leaving a trail of kisses up your shoulder to the base of your neck. "We want you to be ours."
"Fully ours," George adds. "Would you like that?"
You try to focus on the question as Fred's lips find the crook of your neck. "Do you mean.. like a formal boyfriend and girlfriend situation?"
Fred hums as he licks and nips. "Mhm." His teeth sink in, and his warm mouth envelopes your reddening skin.
You squirm and squeeze George's hand. "I want that," you say quickly and lean into his brother's touch.
The black box gets pushed into your lap now. Fred removes his lips and watches you intently.
You find the edge of the lid with your thumbs and begin lifting it, the heart in your chest is pounding so hard that it threatens to burst right out of your chest. With both hands you carefully pull the item out of the box. The candle light glows off of the golden heart charm that dangles from the crimson leather strap.
“Is this a..” You take a sharp breath in and look at George. “A collar?”
He nods and takes it from your hands. “It’s not just a collar.”
“Merlin’s beard, no.” Fred laughs and reaches out to touch the object. “It’s made specifically for you.”
“I don’t understand,” you say with a frown.
Fred kneels before you, then begins to undo a few of the buttons from your shirt. "Let us explain, then."
George wraps his arm around your waist. The bridge of his nose bumps against your temple, his warm breath on your cheek. "Since the moment we met you, we knew that you were something special to us."
"So special," Fred repeated his brother's words. He stops unbuttoning right before your bra would be exposed. He looks at you, his expression hungry with lust. "So we made something to show your loyalty."
"Show my loyalty?" You ask, trying to look bravely into his fully dilated pupils.
He nods as George runs a finger from your chin to the start of your cleavage.
"It's not that we don't trust you," George explains with a softness in his voice. "We just thought it would be, well.."
"Fun," Fred finishes. His eyes flick from the collar in your palms to your bare neck. "But there's more to it than that."
"A few stipulations, of course. But it also benefits all parties involved."
You look down at the crimson collar. "Stipulations?"
Fred gets to his feet and pulls you up with him. They both lead you to the large mirror that hangs on the wall next to the bed. You must have missed that coming in, unless it had just appeared there when they needed it. They both stand close behind you, and George lifts the collar to your neck. The cool leather meets your reddened skin.
"Look at it now," Fred instructs. You look up and see a delicate golden locket resting on your bosom, though you could still feel the collar wrapped around you. "Nobody will know except us."
"Wait," you say quickly and stare at their reflections. "You want me to wear this outside of this room?"
"Darling," George says sweetly, making your chest tighten. "We want you to wear it all the time."
"Think of it as a contract of our devotion," Fred smiles.
You turn around to face them directly. So many feelings are floating around your head that it's difficult to pick one to focus on. You want to be theirs. It's what you've always wanted. Pushing between them, you pass by and sit on the edge of the bed again.
They follow you and kneel down in front of you. A hand on each of your knees, they stare up at you.
George breaks the silence with, "Freddie, I think we should tell her the benefits, don't you?"
"Oh, I do," he says with a smirk. "This also amplifies touch."
"Ours, to be exact. Only ours."
You glance between them and then down at the floor. "How amplified?"
George reaches up and tilts your head up with his thumb. You meet his amber colored eyes as he whispers, "I think it's better if you find out for yourself."
You swallow the lump in your throat and grasp the collar, lifting it toward your neck. They both stop you, then Fred pulls out the slip of parchment that had come with the box.
He hands it to you and points at the words. "This is a binding spell. Once you say this, the collar will remain on until, well,"
"Until you don't want to be ours anymore," George explains, the corner of his lips pulling down with just mention of it.
You nod, taking the slip in your fingers and reading the line to yourself. "Do I just say this out loud?"
"Yes, but you have to mean it," Fred says.
"Fully," George adds with a serious tone.
"Right." You clear your throat and lift the parchment so that the candle light illuminates it completely. You close your eyes for a moment and dig deep for how you feel about the brothers. You think back on all of the tenderness, kindness, and ecstasy that they've brought you. They individually bring different qualities to the table, and together they make them a perfect match for you.
Most of your life you've been unsure about most things, but not this. You want to be theirs. Fully.
You open your eyes and look at them each individually as you speak out the binding spell with confidence. "I solemnly swear that my body and mind is only yours."
With the last word, the collar flies out of your hand and fastens itself around your neck. You immediately panic and try prying it off of you, but it doesn't budge.
George grabs your hands and coos, "it's okay, you're okay. It's part of it."
You take a deep breath and allow yourself to get accustomed to the new sensation. Fred reaches out and runs his finger over the leather and the tiny golden heart that dangles from it.
"You look so hot wearing it," he breathes out and slides a finger under the metal loop. With a gentle tug he pulls you towards him as he leans forward, meeting you in the middle with a hungry kiss.
Your entire body reacts to him immediately. It's as if volts of lightning spread through your veins, setting your body on fire with lust. You gasp loudly. He smiles and lunges forward to pin you on your back. His finger remains pulling the collar, as he hovers over you.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" George calls to you, leaning on the mattress while propped up on one arm.
Before you can reply, the twin on top of you begins kissing down your neck to your collarbone. Every single touch makes you feel on fire. The leather around your neck pulsates as if it's alive and feeding your ecstacy, kindling and breathing life into the flames. You're digging your nails so hard into his shoulders that it leaves little crescent moon shapes behind.
Fred dips down, slides his arm underneath you and lifts you effortlessly. He crawls with you a foot or so and drops your head onto an inviting plush pillow. You stare up at him in a daze as he begins undoing his tie.
If just kissing them makes you this weak, what would all the other stuff be like? You can already feel that you're soaking through your panties, and they've barely touched you.
You're snapped out of your thoughts as Fred grabs both of your arms and lifts them above your head. "I know this must be a lot for you." The cold metal meets your skin and you flinch. He crosses your wrists as he wraps the Gryffindor tie around them. "But I'm going to make sure you enjoy every last bit of it."
His chest meets yours and he tangles his fingers in your hair. You try latching onto him, but your arms remain tightly fastened to the lion headboard. His lips linger over yours, his hot breath on your skin. He's so close that you can see yourself reflected in his dinner plate pupils.
"You're mine," he says so lowly, that it almost comes out as a growl. You shiver and nod your head. "Say it, darling. Say it for me."
"I'm yours, Freddie," you cry out as he pulls your head back by your hair. The pleasure rolls down your spine and you involuntarily curve against him. "Please, touch me."
George's voice comes in from the side of the bed where he's watching. "She's being so good for you."
"She is," Fred laughs and draws closer to your face. "I think she deserves a reward for her dedication." His fingertips dig into your ribs and he forces your legs apart with his. "Don't move, just lay right there for me."
You fidget your arms and look up the red and gold tie around your wrists. You can still slide up and down on the swirling metal bar, but only an inch or two. You look back to the brothers who are now almost completely naked, aside from their tight underwear that can barely contain their erections.
Fred is on you again, but he's delicately unbuttoning your shirt. Your lacy black and yellow bra is revealed as he swipes the fabric to the side. He carefully slides your skirt down your thighs and throws it across the room. You lay there, completely vulnerable and exposed.
"Your body is beautiful," George comments as he runs a gentle finger down your bare side. You try to close your legs but his brother's hips prevent you.
Fred leans over you again and smirks. "Bloody hell, I could get used to seeing you tied up like this."
His hands slip under your bra and tenderly caress your nipples. You crane your head back into the bed and bite back another moan. You can't believe what this is doing to you, every part of your body is hyper aware. He squeezes your breasts and rolls the hardened nubs between his fingers.
You lift your head to gasp and he meets your lips with his. His large wet tongue probes your mouth and twists with yours. Every moan that escapes you is forcibly muffled by his mouth.
The mattress on the bed shifts, and George is next to you now. Fred breaks the kiss, just for his brother to take his place. Your panties are moved to the side and you feel something warm sliding up your slit. You can see him holding his hard cock from your peripheral, running it just on the cusp of your needing pussy.
"Fuck Y/N, you're soaked," Fred groans and meets your clit with the head of his erection.
You shake and let out a sharp whimper. Just the slightest contact almost sends you over the edge. You already want to beg for release as he teases your opening. The headboard rattles as you wriggle in your restraints. Between his head slowly stretching your walls and George's tongue rolling against yours, you're overwhelmed with ecstacy.
Fred thrusts forward and enters you fully, which makes you throw your head back and scream. George gently strokes the hair from your flushed face, staring lovingly down at you.
"Freddie," he says calmly. "Let her ease into it."
Fred does as he's told and keeps his cock buried deep inside of you. Your walls clench around him as he pulsates, leaving you helplessly struggling underneath him. You can feel every single inch of him stretching you out.
"I don't want you to cum until we tell you," George instructs while his hands tenderly stroke your face. "Do you understand?"
"Yes," you reply sharply as Fred pulls out a bit.
"Good girl," George coos before beginning to kiss you again.
Fred starts up again slowly and you shake uncontrollably beneath him. You are desperately gasping for air, but are cut short when his thumb meets your slick clit.
"Fuck!" You gasp, but immediately have George's tongue in your mouth again.
Then Fred moves again, but achingly slow. His thumb grazing your needing nub, ever so often adding pressure to make you moan into his brother's mouth. Your legs quake and close around him as an orgasm approaches. You aren't sure how you're supposed to hold back and signal when you're close. You focus, trying to pull your hips away, and break George's deep kiss.
You're on the brink and about to give in completely when George lifts his mouth from yours.
"Please! I'm close!" You cry out as another tremor rolls down your body.
Fred lifts his finger and stops thrusting. "Not yet," he says firmly. He picks up his pace again after you relax your body.
You whimper and look up at George, who is watching you closely. The freckles on his face are accentuated by his messy ginger hair that tickles you when he leaves trails of kisses up your chest.
"Hey Fred," he says wistfully as he watches your eyes roll back back into your skull.
"Yeah?" Fred grunts as he slams into you, making you gasp out in surprise.
George runs a hand over your bouncing tits. "Think I could have a go at her?"
Without another word, he pulls out suddenly. You pant and writhe from the lack of stimulation. You had almost hit your peak multiple times, and it was making you hazy and needier than ever.
Your hands are freed at once by Fred, then you're immediately flipped over on your stomach. You push yourself up with your aching wrists. Once your vision returns, large hands with a long flat object come into focus. They reach for your neck and you hear a faint 'clink' sound.
Fred is sitting against the headboard, his cock out and still gleaming from your slick. In his hand is a leash, which he pulls and guides you toward him. You shakily crawl between his legs. Then you feel George behind you. His palms resting on your bare ass. The tip of his cock teasing your entrance.
With a tug of the collar, Fred forces you towards his face. "Look at me," he demands as his brother slides inside of you. Your eyes start to go out of focus so he grabs you by the hair. "Bloody hell, you're a mess right now. Just look at you."
George's hips press against your ass and you know he's fully inside. Your walls stretch and strain against his size, making your eyes tear up from both pleasure and pain. Your arms shake and you fall to your elbows as you cry out.
Fred takes this opportunity to guide your mouth onto his throbbing cock. You do so without hesitation, you want to be allowed to cum. You want to be good so they finally give you the release you need more than anything. Your tongue teases his head and shaft, then he forces himself down your throat. He holds you there with the leash wrapped around his white knuckled fist.
You gag and choke as George slams from behind. Your juices begin dripping down your thigh with each thrust. You love being between them. You love letting them use your body to please them.
"Merlin's Beard, your mouth is incredible. You're doing such a good job," Fred groans and releases the tension on the leash. You unsheath his cock from your throat and cough a few times. Once you catch your breath, you go right back to working on him again, trying to push yourself to leave him in your throat even longer.
George pants and grabs your hips with force as he thrusts into you. "I think we should let her cum, what do you think?"
Fred nods, then rests his head against the metal lion and moans. "She's earned it."
Your legs are pried apart and George snakes his arm around your waist. The moment he finds your clit, your throat closes and constricts around Fred’s erection. He moans and grabs you by the hair, making your head bob up and down slowly. Your legs and core trembles as a finger expertly circles the top of your cunt. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak. Right as it hits you like a shockwave, Fred pulls you up by your collar and kisses you.
“Yes, that’s it! Cum for us, darling,” Fred encourages as you crumble pathetically onto his chest.
Just like that, you reach your peak again and again. It was like a wave crashing onto the shore one right after the other. Your entire mind goes blank as the flood of pleasure releases throughout your body in a way you have never experienced before. You hold onto Fred’s chest and look up at him with pleading eyes as the overstimulation of multiple orgasms melts your brain. You love being theirs. You love every part of this.
George stops and withdraws from you. Before you can even fully take in all that you’re feeling, Fred pulls you to sit directly on his cock. You straddle him at once, sliding down his shaft until this tip of him reaches your cervix. He fits you perfectly. They both do. He holds the leash in one hand while his other arm restraints your waist against him.
Fred remains buried in you as his brother approaches from behind holding a floating candle. George takes you from him, lifting you by your shoulder so that your back lays flush against his chest.
“Have you ever tried melted candle wax?” He whispers in your ear.
You can barely even comprehend what he says when you feel a burning sensation down your chest. You jump with shock as hot wax drips over your tits and stomach, slowly drying as it travels to your hips.
“Watch where you’re aiming that,” Fred warns, bucking his hips up and making you instantly crumble backwards.
“Sorry, sorry,” George laughs and tilts the candle so that another round of white wax pours over your breast and nipple. The pain isn’t as jarring this time, and it fades away just as quickly. “You really are perfect,” he says to you as you feel your ass being parted.
Fred pulls you down by the leash and holds you flat against his chest, the wax melting and rubbing off as you press together. His arms are tight around you as George pushes himself gently inside your ass. You writhe in pain as he fills you up.
“Good girl, you’re doing great. Just relax for me,” George coaches as his lubed shaft slides in fully. “That’s it, perfect.”
Both of them move in perfect unison, one pulling out while the other pushes in. All the while Fred holds your leash tight so that your face remains close to his. His cheeks are flushed and his mouth slacked open. His eyes remain completely focused on your expressions, taking in every sound you make.
George slaps your ass and grabs you by the hips and plunges himself as deep as possible, pushing you hard against Fred. That sends you over the edge immediately. Your cunt and ass tighten and you scream out. You love it, having both of your holes completely stretched to the limit by them.
It wasn’t too long ago that you would have been embarrassed to be so vulnerable to the twins, but here you are now letting them fuck you stupid. How did you even get to this point? How did they so easily break down your walls?
These thoughts are cut short by another sudden orgasm. Fred curses under his breath and bites his lip as he watches you crumble before him. Tears stream down your face as the tremors of pleasure take over your body. Your legs shake violently and both of the brothers dig their fingers into your sides to hold you steady.
“We are almost there darling, just hold out a little longer for us,” George grunts from behind, his thrusting increasingly getting rougher.
“I-I w-want-” you stutter and plead.
“What do you w-want?” Fred asks breathily, mocking you with a huge grin. He grips your leash, making the pressure increase at the back of your neck. “Tell us.”
You look deep into his amber eyes, seeing the lust and devotion mirrored right back at you. “I w-want you to fill me up.” Your body is being jostled, your tits bouncing as they increase their speed. “Please,” you beg.
Fred pulls you into a hungry kiss, then breaks as he reaches his peak. His hips jut upwards, filling your cunt with his cum to the brim. George follows shortly after, collapsing against your reddened ass cheeks as he spills into you. They’re both grunting and moaning, their grip on you slowly loosening.
George pulls out first and collapses on the bed to your left panting, his arm covering his sweating forehead. Fred lifts you off of him and places you between the both of them. For a few minutes, you all collectively lay there in silence as you recuperate.
The velvet sheets are soft and inviting, definitely more so than the old comforter back at their original spot. You look up at the ceiling and see each of the house crests delicately carved in the gold tiles. This room was beautiful and had so many secrets and details that were waiting to be found.
You curl up to George, your head resting on his heaving chest. Fred wraps his arms around your waist and nestles his face in your hair. You delicately run a finger up George’s neck and hold his cheek with your palm. He turns his head, kisses your forehead and looks into your eyes. You touch the small golden heart that’s dangling from the crimson collar around your neck.
“I hope I never take this off,” you admit with tears welling in your eyes.
“We hope you don’t either,” George says with a smile, reaching up to catch one of your tears with his thumb.
“That’s the last thing we’d want,” Fred adds from behind you and squeezes you tightly.
“Then I won’t,” you say with certainty.
“Good,” George says sweetly and caresses your cheek.
You mean it too. There was more than just lust between the three of you, and it’s something you’ve known from the very beginning. You aren’t sure exactly what the future holds, but you know that you will fight to keep this connection that you have with Fred and George.
For as long as possible.
Because you are theirs. Fully.