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Summary: You’re hired at the Weasley’s shop and just can’t get George off your mind. After some yearning, and a little meddling by Fred, you and George are finally forced to face the tension❤️🔥
What to Expect: (18+ Explicit Smut, potion-induced dream, workplace romance, boss/employee dynamic, no use of y/n, once again for the folks in the back, MDNI 18+)
Word Count: 6.4k
Enjoy ;)
Chapter 1 - You
“You’re hired!” My new bosses exclaimed in unison.
“Wow! That’s great, thank you!” I shook my head trying to gather my wits. Sure, it was only a part-time retail job. But being new to the area, I needed work. Plus, the job would be a great way to make friends.
“Come on, we’ll give you the tour,” George announced as he and Fred quickly rose from their wooden chairs with harmonizing creaks. Fred walked to the door, holding it open for George and me to follow.
As I stood, my sweater felt suddenly heavy in the stuffy office. If the heat up here was any indication, the packed store would be sweltering. In an effort to not be a sweaty mess, I slipped the fabric off my shoulders and draped it over the back of the chair. Something in the air changed in that moment, a shift in the atmosphere. George’s easy grin faltered as he froze and gawked. A sudden, sharp flutter of heat rushed through me from the intensity of his gaze. The kind that starts low and spreads fast…
He is your boss! My final shreds of rationality snapped me back to reality. “Do you mind if I leave my things here while we walk around?” I asked, my voice a little breathier than intended.
The question seemed to snap them out of whatever dimension they had slipped into. Fred cleared his throat, a smirk slowly returning to his face. “Not at all. They’ll be safe here,” he promised, his eyes lingering just a second too long at the white tank top that clung to my body. “Right this way.”
I followed them as we wove through displays and customers. The store was packed—both with people and product. The volume was overwhelming, but the place was alive with the sound of laughter and carefree conversation.
We finally circled back toward the staircase and returned to the office. "So," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "When do you want me to start?"
"Bright and early tomorrow morning," George said, flashing his captivating smile.
"Not too early. We’re not monsters," Fred added with a chuckle. “We’ll see you at nine.”
“Perfect. Thanks again!” I grabbed my purse and waved goodbye. Excitement thrummed in my chest as I walked down the staircase and out of the store. This was going to be an adventure for sure.
Chapter 2 - George
The office door had barely clicked shut behind her before Fred let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for the last ten minutes. "Well," he said with a wicked glint in his eye that made my teeth clench. "I think that went rather well.”
I didn't answer immediately, still staring at the door. I was still trying to understand how she managed to stop time and space just by taking off her sweater. We must have looked like bloody fools gawking at her like that.
"She’s a keeper," I finally managed, trying to reclaim my composure.
"Oh, she’s definitely something," Fred chuckled. He went to reach for a stack of order forms on the desk, but his hand paused and nodded toward the chair she’d just vacated. "Looks like she forgot something."
There it was. The sweater. It was draped over the back of the chair, looking soft and innocent, yet it felt like a challenge.
"Oh- I’ll take it to her." I snatched the fabric up before Fred could even process the movement.
Fred looked at me, one eyebrow practically disappearing into his hairline. "She’s probably halfway to the Leaky Cauldron by now. Just give it to her tomorrow."
"It’s a nice sweater, Fred. What if someone walks off with it? Or she gets... a sudden chill?" I didn’t bother waiting for Fred to point out how ridiculous that sounded. I was already out the door and taking the stairs two at a time.
Bursting out of the shop, my feet hit the cobblestones and sprinted. Diagon Alley was a sea of cloaks and pointed hats, and I wove through them like a mad man. Halfway past Quality Quidditch Supplies, a sudden, sobering thought hit. Here I was, a grown man in a tailored, three-piece suit, sprinting through a crowd like a maniac.
I look like a psychopath, I thought, my pace slowing to a halt. Or a very over-eager debt collector at the very least. Scanning the crowd, she was nowhere to be seen. I nearly turned back, but then I saw her.
She was walking away, her pace relaxed and easy. In the midday sun, her hair seemed to catch every ray of light, glowing with a soft radiance. And the way she moved—the gentle, rhythmic sway of her hips that made my mouth go dry. I stood there for a heartbeat too long, just watching, before realizing standing in the street staring may be worse than chasing her down.
"Hey! Wait up!" I called out, my voice cracking like a teenager. I cleared my throat and walked toward her. She turned, looking surprised, and I jogged the final distance to meet her. I was definitely sweating now; the heavy suit was a mistake, and the nerves weren't helping.
"You left this," I panted, holding out the crumpled cardigan. I realized, with a surge of embarrassment, that my palm was sweaty, and I’d been gripping the fabric so tightly it was now a wrinkled mess in my hand. "Didn't want you to... catch a cold. Or something."
Oh—thank you, Mr. Weasley,” she said with a small smile playing on her lips as she reached out.
As she took the sweater, her fingers brushed against mine. A jolt of raw electricity rushed through me, making my stomach do a slow, heavy roll. Looking deep in her eyes, I saw a flash of the exact same heat. She felt it, too.
I felt a hot blush creeping up my neck. "Right. Well. See you tomorrow," I blurted out. I didn't even wait for her to say anything else before I turned on my heel and began the long walk of shame back toward the store.I finally worked up the nerve to turn back for one last look and called out, “Oh, and just call me George!”
When I finally made it back, the shop was as chaotic as ever. Fred was behind the counter, ringing up a group of customers, but he kept a sharp eye on me as I walked in.
"Mission accomplished, eh?" Fred asked, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Yeah. Caught her," I said casually, trying to sound bored.
"You look a bit flushed, Georgie. Did the run get to you? Or was it the sudden chill you were so worried about?"
"Drop it, Fred."
I knew it probably wasn't the best idea to be pining after our new employee. It was unprofessional, potentially messy, and Fred would never let me hear the end of it. But I couldn't shake the feeling of that spark, or the way she looked back at me like she felt it too. I tried my best to get back to work, but my thoughts kept turning back to the witch who looked far too angelic to be causing this much trouble in my head.
Chapter 3 - You
The morning breeze was crisp, raising goosebumps on my legs. The streets were calm at this hour, giving me a better view of the shops opening their doors for the day. Smoothing my skirt for the tenth time, I arrived at the vibrant storefront.
You’ve got this, I told myself, taking a steadying breath. Stand up straight, take a deep breath, and definitely don't think about the way my boss looked at me yesterday.
I reached for the door handle, but before my fingers could even graze the brass, the door swung inward with a cheerful chime.
George was standing there, practically radiating energy. He looked like he’d been waiting behind the glass for the exact moment my shadow hit the pavement. "Good morning!" he chirped, his voice a tad loud for the early hour.
"Morning, George," I said, my heart doing a treacherous little hop.
"Punctual. We love that," Fred’s voice called out from behind the counter. He was already busy sorting a crate of Extendable Ears, a mischievous glint in his eye. "George here has been checking his watch every two minutes it seems."
"I was checking the inventory. Don't listen to him," George shot back, though he didn't move from the doorway, holding it open for me with a theatrical bow. As I passed him, my first day jitters faded away. Yesterday, I wasn’t sure if I belonged, but today, the shop felt... like home. The vibrant displays were eye-catching. From nosebleed nougat and fainting fancies to pygmy puffs and love potions… the chaos felt like a curated kind of heaven.
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My first week at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes passed in a blur of colorful boxes, curious customers, and Fred’s increasingly elaborate product demonstrations. By the end of the week, I had learned three important things: never open a box labeled experimental, always keep a bezoar nearby, and George Weasley had an alarming habit of appearing whenever I reached for something on a high shelf.
I was finally starting to feel confident around the shop displays. Which, of course, was the exact moment everything went wrong.
"Alright, Newby. We’ve got potions that need restocking. Ever handled a Love Potion?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head.
“Well, be careful,” Fred grinned. “We don’t need a lovestruck fool wandering around the shop with googly eyes. Very bad for business.”
I glanced up. George, who had been leaning casually against the counter, suddenly found the register fascinating.
His ears had gone a brilliant shade of red. “Oh, shut it,” he muttered under his breath.
Fred only looked more pleased with himself.
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth as I reached for the next bottle. By the time I stocked the final potion, George had migrated to a nearby display of trick wands and prank supplies. He was supposedly testing them, but every time I glanced over, he wasn't looking at the product. He was looking at me.
Whenever our eyes met, he’d immediately jerk his gaze away, suddenly becoming intensely interested in the instructions on a box or whistling a tune that was comically off-key.
I reached for a bottle of liquid dream, my hand trembling just enough to make the glass clink against the shelf. I looked up, catching George mid-stare again. This time, he didn't look away fast enough. He offered a small, shy lopsided grin that made my mind go completely blank.
Smiling back, I felt the immediate rush of blood to my cheeks, making me undoubtedly redder than my boss’ hair, and quickly looked down to shield my grin that wasn’t going away. Get it together, girl. Letting out a shaky exhale, I stocked another vial of the shimmering purple potion.
“How’s it going over here?” Fred’s voice appeared suddenly from behind.
“Merlin!” My elbow knocked the edge of the display as I turned toward him, bottles rattling violently, sending one tumbling over the edge. The vial shattered against the wooden floor with a sharp crack, spilling hazy purple liquid across the wooden floor.
“I’m so sorry!” I dropped into a squat, quickly grabbing the larger pieces of glass before a customer could step on them. The vial had split neatly in two, and I carefully picked up one half, trying not to let the remaining drops run through my fingers.
Before I could stand, another pair of shoes appeared beside me.
George.
“It’s alright,” he said quickly, extending his arm toward me. “Really.”
I took it, letting him help pull me back to my feet. His grip was warm and steady, and for a brief second I forgot entirely about the mess at my feet.
Fred leaned over to inspect the spill, already pulling his wand from his pocket. “Happens all the time,” he said casually, uttering a quick cleaning spell that wiped the mess from the floor.
“I swear I’m not usually this clumsy,” I said, mortified.
George took the broken vial from my other hand, then his expression changed.
“Wait.” His fingers closed lightly around my wrist, turning it to examine my palm. “You cut yourself.”
I blinked, only now noticing the sting and a thin stream of blood mixed with remnants of the spilled potion.
“We should clean that,” he said. “Come with me.”
“Oh, you really don’t have to—”
“I insist.” Something about the gentle way he said it made it impossible to argue.
Fred waved us off with his wand. “Go on,” he said. “I’ve got the shop.”
George guided me toward the staircase, his hand hovering over my lower back as we climbed. My heart was beating much faster than a tiny cut should have warranted.
The office was much quieter than the shop below. George closed the door behind us before moving toward the desk, pulling open a small drawer.
“Have a seat,” he said, gesturing toward the chair.
Once I was seated, he dragged a heavy wooden chair from the corner. The legs scraped against the floor as he spun it around in one fluid motion. Sinking onto it backwards, his long legs straddled the seat, his chest pressing against the chair's back as he leaned toward me. The proximity was sudden and dizzying.
"Here," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as he reached out. His fingers were firm but cautious as they guided the back of my hand to rest on the smooth, polished wood of the chair’s back. His thumb anchored my wrist in place as he leaned in to examine the cut.
His brow was slightly furrowed in concentration. I was focused on the way the sunlight caught the bridge of his nose and smatter of freckles I hadn’t noticed before.
“I’m sorry,” I said again softly.
George glanced up at me, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t be,” he said, his brown eyes wide as he looked into mine. “Does it hurt?”
“Not too bad,” I said, my voice raspier than usual.
He grabbed a clean cloth and dabbed carefully at the cut, wiping away the thin line of blood.
“There we go,” he murmured, pulling out his wand and muttering a quiet spell. A faint warmth spread across my palm, like sunlight soaking into my skin. When he lifted the cloth away, the cut had vanished completely.
“Good as new.” George chuckled softly, still holding my hand.
Neither of us seemed to notice at first. Or at least neither of us made any move to let go.
His fingers were warm around mine, his thumb resting lightly against my wrist where the cut had been. The room felt quiet compared to the chaos downstairs, like the rest of the world had faded away.
George’s eyes lifted from my palm to my face. For a moment neither of us said anything. My pulse fluttered nervously under his touch. This is probably the part where you let go of his hand. But I didn’t.
Instead, I found myself staring at the faint dusting of freckles across his nose, noticing how close we were sitting. Close enough that I could see the tiny crinkle at the corner of his eyes when he smiled.
George tilted his head slightly, his voice softer now. “You’re mesmerizing, you know.”
My breath caught. “What?”
George blinked like he’d only just realized what had come out of his mouth. Mortified, blood rushed to his face.
“I— that’s not— I mean—” He stammered, dropping my hand like hot coal. “I meant— not that you’re— well, obviously you are, but— Merlin.”
He stood abruptly, running a hand through his hair before turning toward the door. “I’ll… I’ll be downstairs.”
Before I could think of anything resembling a response, George had already slipped out of the office and disappeared down the spiral staircase. I sat there for a moment longer, staring at the place where he’d been standing.
Mesmerizing? My cheeks burned as I forced myself to stand and follow him downstairs.
The rest of the day passed in a blur.
Between curious customers, exploding trick wands, and Fred giving a particularly dramatic demonstration of nosebleed nougats to a group of giggling students, the shop never stayed quiet for more than a few seconds.
Every now and then, though, I’d catch George glancing at me from across the shop. Each time our eyes met, we both looked away like we’d been caught doing something illegal.
By the time the evening crowd thinned and the shop lights dimmed, my feet ached and my brain was buzzing.
Fred flipped the sign on the door with a flourish. “Closed!”
“Finally,” I muttered under my breath while grabbing my bag from behind the counter.
George leaned against a display near the door, watching me with that same soft smile that had been undoing me all day. “I guess I’ll be off.”
Fred suddenly snapped his fingers. “Oh! One more thing.”
I halted as Fred twirled his wand between his fingers. “You’re lucky, you know.”
“…Lucky?”
“The potion earlier,” he said, nodding toward my hand. “If that had been Love Potion instead of Liquid Dream, you might’ve had a rather… dramatic afternoon.”
My eyes widened slightly. “Oh. Right.”
Fred’s grin grew wider. “But don’t worry,” he added cheerfully. “Worst side effect from just a drop is a vivid dream– and they're rarely nightmares.” He glanced between George and me, the corners of his mouth twitching.
“Fred,” George glared at his brother, having some sort of telepathic argument over my head.
“Well, goodnight,” I blurted out, fleeing the building.
By the time I finally collapsed into bed that night, my mind was still replaying the sound of George’s voice in that quiet office.
You’re mesmerizing.
Sleep came quickly after that.
Chapter 4 - You
Opening my eyes, I stretched my arms and looked around. I was everywhere and nowhere, enveloped in a puffy white cloud surrounded by a golden sky.
I wasn’t wearing any clothes, I didn’t need them. My body sank into the soft cloud, conforming perfectly to each of my curves. The air was warm and weightless, like floating in sunlight.
Caressing my skin, my hands glided closer to the sensitive skin of my upper thighs. I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the cloud, reveling in the sensation of my own touch.
A quiet ache began to stir within, conjuring visions of the one person responsible for it.
Flashes of copper hair. Freckled skin. The scent of honeyed amber and cedar surrounded me, encompassing me in an intoxicating embrace. Lazily fluttering my heavy eyelids, I was no longer naked amongst the clouds– and I was no longer alone.
I was back in George’s office, seated inches away from his familiar warmth. My hand rested in his as he stroked lazy circles on my wrist. We were completely alone, bathed in soft incandescent light that perfectly highlighted George’s fiery hair. We were seated close together, our knees just barely grazing. I dipped my head, avoiding his stare.
George’s fingers tightened slightly around mine. I was sure he could feel the frantic pulse of my veins. “Look at me.”
I swallowed, forcing myself to hold his gaze. He leaned closer. The space between us shrank until I could only see him. “This isn’t a good idea,” I whispered.
“This?”
“Being so… close,” I said softly.
George studied me for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then the corner of his mouth curved slightly.
“Then move,” he challenged.
My breath caught. “I–”
“Don’t want to?” He purred, his thumb brushing gently against my wrist again.
My heart skipped. He leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching mine.
“No.” My pulse thundered.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he murmured.
The words made my chest tighten. I sighed softly. “George…” His name tasted more natural on my tongue each time.
His hand slid up the back of my neck, making my skin tingle. His fingers threaded gently into my hair. We were closer than ever, and I didn’t want that to change. Then he pulled me in.
The kiss was sudden and deep, warm and dizzying, like two stars colliding in an exquisite crash, illuminating the night sky. His grip on my hair tightened as he pulled me closer, making me groan into his mouth. Our tongues intertwined as we dissolved into bliss.
The dream began to shatter as light flooded the room. With a final moan of George’s name, I woke up feeling breathless.
Chapter 5 - Fred
“Alright,” I said, flipping the sign on the door to close shop for the evening. “What’s going on?”
George looked up from the register like he’d just been accused of a crime.
“Don’t give me that look,” I wagged my finger at my brother. “I spent the entire day watching the two of you avoid eye contact like two teenagers afraid to ask the other to the yule ball. So tell me. What is going on?”
Letting out a guilty sigh, George propped his elbows on the shop counter. He couldn’t hide from me and he knew it.
“I can’t get her out of my head,” he painstakingly admitted under his breath. “I don’t know what to do.”
“So ask her out,” I said immediately.
George looked at me like I’d just suggested he jump off the Astronomy Tower. “Fred—”
“What?” I shrugged. “You fancy her. She clearly fancies you. What’s the problem?”
George ran a hand through his hair, clearly irritated. “I can’t date my new employee. It would be… it would be unethical!”
I stood on the other side of the counter, watching him flounder with amusement. “Oh please. Don’t be so serious, Georgie.”
He shot me a look. “She’s our employee,” he said. “If I make a move and she’s not interested, it makes things awkward. If it goes badly, we still have to work together. And if she thinks I hired her just to flirt with her—” He stopped, grimacing.
I tilted my head, “you’re overthinking this.”
“I’m being responsible.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
George huffed a quiet laugh despite himself, but the tension didn’t leave his shoulders. “I mean it, Fred,” he said more seriously. “What if she feels pressured? I don’t want her thinking she has to be nice to me because I’m her boss.”
I studied him for a moment. Leave it to George to turn a perfectly good crush into an ethical crisis.
“Well,” I said slowly, “good news. She definitely likes you.”
George blinked. “No she doesn’t.”
“Oh, she absolutely does.”
He scoffed and shook his head, already dismissing it. “You’re just winding me up.”
“George,” I said impatiently, “I watched her drop a box this afternoon because you walked past her.”
“That could’ve been anything.”
“She nearly knocked over the Extendable Ears display when you said her name.”
“She’s new.”
“And she went bright red when you helped her reach that box on the top shelf.”
George rubbed his temples. “Maybe we hired a clumsy, shy girl.”
I grinned. “You poor, oblivious git. You really don’t see it?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed himself off the counter and grabbed the till drawer. “I’m done talking to you,” he muttered. “I’m counting the register.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll drop it,” I said, waving him off as he walked up the spiral stairs to our office.
I leaned back against the counter, folding my arms as I watched him go. Poor bloke. He was completely bonkers for her and didn’t even realize she had it just as bad.
A slow smile spread across my face.
Well, I thought to myself. If George wasn’t going to do anything about it…
I supposed I’d have to help. And fortunately, our shop was full of products designed to create the perfect amount of chaos.
Chapter 6 - You
A few days later the shop was unusually quiet. The dreary weather kept most customers at home, leaving the three of us to tidy up an already clean shop most of the day.
The hours stretched on until the clock finally struck seven. Fred stood behind the counter closing the register when I walked around to gather my belongings.
“Hold on,” Fred said, grabbing my attention. “Mind helping with one more thing?”
Stifling a sigh, I sat my purse down and agreed. I was ready to go home, but there was no harm in helping with one more task.
“Perfect. There’s some boxes upstairs that were left out of our inventory count.” He looked over at George, getting his attention as well. “I thought if the two of you split the counting, we could get out of here sooner.”
George walked over, his expression full of contempt for his twin. “There’s no need for that, Fred,” he glared. “I can handle it.”
“No, I’d like our new hire to help,” his eyes widened, trying to communicate something to his brother. “It’ll be a learning experience, won’t it Georgie?”
“Sure,” George begrudgingly replied. “Lead the way.”
I followed the well-dressed men up the spiral stairs to the office. Fred paused at the doorway, ushering us into the lamplit room. “Well, I’ll leave you to it.” Fred added quickly as he shut the door, leaving us shocked at his abrupt exit.
Looking around the room, there were no boxes in sight. “George… what’s going on?” I spun around, waiting for his answer as he yanked on the door handle to no avail. “Use your wand,” I suggested.
“Right.” He pointed the tip of his wand at the door, and said, “Alohamora.” His voice was clear and commanding, but the door didn’t budge.
He tried again. And again.
He turned to face me, clearly embarrassed and confused at the situation. “Right, well.” He cleared his throat, “Uh, it seems we’re stuck.”
“Yeah. I can see that.” I couldn’t keep the sarcasm from spilling out of my mouth as I awaited his solution. “Well?”
“I’ll call out for Fred, he’ll let us out.” He turned and raised his hand to knock on the door and yell for his brother.
“Fred!” He banged loudly on the wooden door. That’s when it clicked. “Do you really think he’s going to let us out? Who do you think locked us in?”
Realization hit his face, shortly followed by anger. “I’m so sorry. Merlin–,” he ran his fingers through his hair, nearly pulling it out with a punishing tug. “I’ll get us out, I promise.”
I centered myself, noticing how upset George was becoming. I wanted to comfort him. Walking closer to him with my hands clasped loosely behind my back, I decided to be the one to comfort him.
“I know you will.” My hand reached out to graze his brown wool sleeve, grabbing his attention immediately. He softened, his shoulders relaxing a fraction. “It’s really not a big deal, I don’t have anywhere to be,” I said casually, coaxing him into comfort.
“That can’t be right,” he looked at me in disbelief. “A pretty girl like you with no plans?”
I laughed softly, the sound filling the quiet room. “Are you flirting with me, Mr. Weasley?”
George froze, looking more frazzled than ever. “I— what? No— I mean. I was simply making an observation.”
“Mm,” the corner of my mouth curled slightly as I took him in.
For the first time since we’d been trapped in the room, I really looked at him.
George stood before me, tall and slightly disheveled from a long day at the shop. His red hair was slightly tousled where he’d run his hands through it moments earlier. The lamplight caught the freckles dusting the bridge of his nose, and the sleeves of his wool coat were rolled just enough to reveal the strong lines of his forearms.
Snapping myself out of my wandering thoughts, I turned to sit on the sofa against the far wall. The cushions were worn, but comfortable as I settled in. “And what about you?”
“Me?”
“Yeah,” I kicked my shoes off and curled my legs onto the sofa. I figured I may as well get comfortable if we’re going to be stuck. “Do you have anyone to go home to?” My own boldness shocked me, but after my dream last night, I shouldn’t be too surprised. Nevertheless, I maintained my composure while looking directly into the eyes of my dream man.
“No,” He took a few steps closer, shrinking the gap between us. “There’s no one,” he rasped.
His words set heavy in the air around us, the weight of his gaze only adding to the intensity.
For a moment neither of us spoke. The quiet room suddenly felt very small.
I tilted my head slightly, studying him again. “Really?”
George gave a short, humorless laugh. “Really.”
His hand came up to rub the back of his neck, a nervous habit I’d already begun to recognize. “I’ve been rather preoccupied lately,” he admitted.
My pulse skipped. “With work?”
His eyes lifted to mine. “Not exactly.”
The way he looked at me made my stomach flip. “Oh.”
George took another step closer, slow and hesitant, as if he wasn’t entirely sure he was allowed.
“You probably think I sound crazy,” he said quietly. “But ever since you walked into the shop, I haven’t been able to think about much else.”
The confession made warmth spread through my chest. “That’s funny,” I said, trying and failing to sound casual.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’ve been having the exact same problem.”
George’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “Really?”
“Really.” My mouth went dry with my breathy admission. Chewing the life out of my lower lip, I averted my gaze to the floorboards.
“Look at me.” The gentle command hung in the air around us.
The words sent a strange shiver down my spine. I had heard them before—spoken in that same quiet voice, in that same room.
My eyes slowly lifted from the floorboards to meet his as he closed the gap between us, joining me on the sofa.
George was watching me carefully now, like he was trying to read every thought behind my expression. The moment our eyes locked, something in his face softened. The air between us felt suddenly warmer.
“I meant it, you know.”
My brow furrowed slightly. “Meant what?”
His mouth twitched, clearly debating whether he should say it again. Then he shook his head with a quiet, self-deprecating laugh. “What I said earlier. In the office.”
My pulse stumbled.
“You’re mesmerizing.”
Hearing the word again sent heat rushing to my cheeks.
George looked down for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck again. “I’ve never been particularly shy around women,” he admitted. “Usually I can flirt my way through just about anything.”
The corner of my mouth curved. “I can believe that.”
“But you…” He looked back up at me, something softer in his expression now. “You make me forget every clever thing I’ve ever said.”
My stomach flipped. For a moment neither of us spoke again.
George’s gaze drifted briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes. My breath caught.
“I’ve tried to behave,” he continued, his voice low. “You work for us. I didn’t want you thinking I hired you just so I could—”
“Flirt with me?” I offered.
“Exactly,” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
I tilted my head slightly, feeling emboldened from the heat igniting my core. “But you want to?”
George chuckled and leaned closer. “Oh, I want to do much more than that.”
My breath caught as the space between us disappeared.
His voice softened again, barely louder than a whisper. “But we’ll start with this.”
Then he closed the remaining distance between us. The kiss was slow at first, tentative, like we were both testing whether it was really happening. But then, every bit of tension that had been building for weeks seemed to snap at once.
His hand came up gently to cradle the side of my face as he kissed deeper, wrapping me up in his intoxicating scent. It was even better in reality, but I yearned for more. Blindly reaching out, I let out a small whimper when making contact with his muscular thighs.
Taking the opportunity, George slipped his tongue into my mouth, exploring as he threaded his fingers through my hair.
Adjusting his seat, George knelt on the cushion, both hands grasping my face. The kiss somehow intensified more as he pressed further into me. When he released his grasp and broke the kiss, I panted, looking up at the man towering above me.
“That’s it?” I asked between breaths, still dizzy from the kiss.
“Not even close,” he growled as raised me to my knees and captured my lips in another profound, explosive embrace. I found my hands exploring his torso, the wool of his suit warming my hands as I slid them under the collar. Slowly pushing the fabric back and down his arms, his jacket fell to the cushion. Now I could feel the muscles in his arms as we continued to entwine tongues. He was toned, and his forearms flexed as I lazily stroked them.
“You’re,” he breathed out between kisses, “a dream.”
I melted into him, reveling in his taste. Giving an experimental nip to his lower lip I felt him smile against me. He was making me ravenous, desperate for more of him.
Breaking our fevered moment, I whispered, “I dreamt of you.”
His expression changed instantly. “Yeah?” The corners of his mouth twitched as he watched me.
“I didn’t want it to end,” I confessed. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he sat back on the cushion, grasping my hips with his strong hands, and pulled me onto his lap. Straddling his thighs, my skirt rose to my hips, exposing my skin. George grabbed my butt, squeezing and kneading the skin with a groan.
“I need to feel you.” He sounded almost pained as he planted kisses along the side of my neck.
I tilted my head and whispered softly in his ear, “don’t hold back, Mr. Weasley.”
The fire in his eyes bubbled over as he ravished my mouth in a kiss so severe it was sure to leave my lips swollen. I felt him shift below, the fabric of his pants creating friction against my dampening panties. With a slow rock of my hips, we both sighed. This no longer felt scary or wrong. This was right. We were right.
He hardened below, making me squirm. George reached for his jacket and pulled out his wand. With a low murmur, he uttered a spell leaving us both bare. His skin was softer than I imagined, covering tight corded muscles. He looked like he saw an angel, tilting his head with his mouth agape.
“Merlin–,” he didn’t bother finishing as he captured my breasts in his hands and kissed my shoulders. His fingers found my nipples, pinching them, eliciting a small whimper from the back of my throat.
“Is this what you dreamed of?”
“Mmm,” I tipped my head back as one of his hands traveled down my stomach. “Even better.”
Rolling my hips back to allow easier access, his deft fingers found my slick entrance, making me gasp. As he found his rhythm, I found mine. Rutting against his veined cock, he used two fingers to apply beautiful pressure on my clitoris and moved them in slow circles.
His touch was divine. Closing my eyes I felt like I was floating adrift in an ocean of him. The two fingers surprised me as they prodded their way inside. I squeezed his fingers as my body shuddered with a white hot chill.
“George…” I didn’t know what I wanted, but I knew I needed him.
“I know darling,” he assured, withdrawing his fingers and grasping my hips. “I’m here.”
Hoisting my hips in the air, he lined himself up and gently lowered me onto him. He was unbelievably hard, and already damp from my earlier gyrations. He speared into me as he held his breath, only releasing his tension when fully sheathed inside.
We groaned in unison as the edges of the room began to blur. He guided my hips, moving at a relaxed pace. The room filled with the sound of breathless sighs as I began to bounce slowly, up and down his impressive length.
Throwing my head back, I felt my walls flutter around him. Clutching my hips, George began to thrust upward, meeting my quickened pace. Our movements grew more frantic. Touching his forehead to mine, I breathed his name like a prayer.
He answered the call by tilting his hips and driving into me. Each thrust was exquisite, annihilating each thought in my mind. My hands found sanctuary on his shoulders, gripping the freckled skin with everything I had. He winced as my nails started to dig, but when I loosened my grip, he paused his movements and looked fiercely into my eyes, saying, “don’t stop.”
His conviction made me quiver. I kept one hand gripping his shoulders as he plunged into me again, somehow deeper than before. My other hand snaked up his neck, threading my fingers through his messy hair, earning a low groan from George.
Our bodies matched each other’s merciless pace, each movement more urgent than the one before. “Please,” I begged, as his thumb found my throbbing clitoris. Rubbing at a glorious speed, I neared my climax.
“That’s it. Fall apart for me, darling,” he crooned in my ear. I couldn’t grind my hips hard enough. I bucked and whined as I chased my release. His thumb pressed harder, sending me over the edge. My toes curled as my whole body crumbled around him.
George’s grunts grew as erratic as his thrusts. He pulled my body closer to him, wrapping his arms around me as he collided into me with broken desperation. His hips twitched as he reached his peak, moaning loudly in my ear.
Giving a final, slow pump, our bodies stilled. The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breaths as we settled into the sofa, holding each other in a warm, shaky embrace.
After a moment of silence, George loosened his grip on me, using one hand to move the strands of hair from my face. “You’re real, right?” he murmured.
I nodded softly. George smiled, brushing his thumb across my cheek.
“Good,” he whispered. “Because I was starting to worry someone had slipped me one of those dream potions.”
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First of all, thank you for all the support on my latest fic!!
I've started planning my next long (multi-chapter/multi-part) fic. I originally planned on posting a poll to pick the character. But... I had an idea the other day that's had me in a chokehold ever since.
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Happy Valentine’s Day! 🩷 Remember: Love is more than flowers and chocolate. It’s about the people who show up for you and you showing up for yourself. Be kind to yourself today, and tell your favorite people you love them :)
Summary: When you find your favorite muggle toy missing from your bedside drawer, you suspect your boyfriend has something to do with it… and you’re proven right.
This is a post-war, Fred lives AU, established relationship, spicy, cozy mystery. Thank you to everyone who asked to be tagged, I hope you like it!
Warnings: (18+ NSFW, smut, sex toys, slight praise kink, mild exhibitionism, established relationship, no use of y/n, and once again for the folks in the back, MDNI 18+)
Word Count: 4.5k
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Fred was definitely up to something. I was sure of it. There was just this nervous energy about him this morning as he hastily departed for work.
Having the day off, I continued sleeping as Fred readied for work. But hearing his rushed footsteps, I stumbled out of bed to see him drumming a frantic rhythm beat on his knee as he scarfed down the last of his breakfast. As soon as he swallowed the last bite, he was heading for the door, stopped to give me a quick peck on the cheek, and was gone.
I wondered why he left in such a rush, but in my early morning fog, I did the only thing that made sense. I went back to sleep.
When it was a more reasonable hour, I rejoined the living and started my day. I spent the first few hours channel surfing and lounging until I finally decided to get up and be productive.
Of course there were spells to get household chores done faster, but I liked to do them by hand. It kept me humble. Plus, it was fun to turn up my favorite music and dance around the flat. I know Fred liked it too.
You’d think I was a burlesque dancer the way he watched me. I’d be scrubbing grime off a pan in pajamas with the slightest sway to my hips, and he still looked at me with googly eyes. Fred was never discreet with his ogling. Not that I minded. There was a time in my teenage years when I only dreamed of being Fred Weasley’s girl.
We were friends back in school, but nothing more. I watched other girls fawn over him and George for years, all while harboring a secret crush.
I was too shy to make any moves of my own back then, so I resigned myself to being Fred’s loyal friend. It was better to be in his circle as his friend than risk everything by trying to become more.
Then the battle happened.
Nearly losing Fred put a new perspective on things. I was no longer afraid to let him know how I felt.
To my surprise, he felt the same way.
Now, I couldn’t imagine a world where we never fell in love. When we made the decision to move in together, nothing had ever felt so right.
When I finally finished the last of the dishes, I patted my hands dry and took a step back. The place was immaculate.
Satisfied with my handiwork, I plopped down on the couch with a worn out copy of my favorite romance novel. It was the kind where the characters have such chemistry, such tension. A mere graze of a gloved hand. The kind of book that could give a girl who’s home alone, a fantastic idea.
I slipped my bookmark between the pages and made my way to the bedroom I shared with Fred. Since he wasn’t home to reap the rewards of my romance reading, I had the perfect tool for the job.
I sat on the edge of the freshly laundered bed and reached into the back of my bedside drawer for my secret muggle contraption. It was a pocket-size, vibrating bullet I acquired years ago on a trip to London with a friend. I was almost too embarrassed to buy it, but my friend was right when she said, “If muggles managed to invent one thing worth owning, this is definitely it.”
I didn’t really mean to keep it a secret. When Fred and I first got together, I just naturally used it less and less until I forgot about it. But when I was packing up my old flat to move in with Fred, I found it buried under some old clothes.
Let’s just say there was a joyous reunion.
Since then, I’ve kept in the same spot, waiting for afternoons like this. Except, it wasn’t there.
I didn’t panic at first. I simply assumed I’d been careless, but after dumping the drawer and checking under the bed—twice—it clicked. I looked around our home, which I had just polished to a perfection. In a flat this clean, things don't just disappear. I didn’t lose it, it was taken.
Okay, so my boyfriend stole my vibrator. Cool.
But why? Fred wasn’t the type to be jealous of a toy. I guess there was a chance he found it, didn’t know what it was, and threw it away. But that seems about as likely as him stealing it to use on himself. Unless… no. Well, probably not.
There was no time to imagine that prospect further. With a click of the latch, the front door swung open. Fred’s early arrival would normally excite me. I would rush to the door and greet him with a kiss. But instead, I stood frozen in our bedroom trying to figure out my next move.
Looking around the room I noticed an open drawer from my frantic search. As I crossed the room to close it, Fred walked in and leaned casually against the doorframe.
“Looking for something?”
I knew he was there but my stomach still dropped like a woman caught. I tried to keep a neutral expression as I slowly turned to face him.
There he was. Tall and filled to the brim with effortless charm, with a smirk growing on his face as he noticed my attempt to play coy. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Inching closer, I tilted my chin to get a good look at that handsome, freckled face. The jig was up. There was no point pretending otherwise. But the fire behind his eyes made it all the more exciting. “How was work today?” I asked sweetly, fluttering my eyelashes.
“The shop was pretty slow today. George offered to close up on his own so I could get home” He crossed the threshold, now standing irresistibly close, flooding my senses with his earthy scent. As I breathed him in, he took my hand and led me to our bed.
Sitting on the edge, he dropped my hand and patted the mattress for me to join him. He still had something up his sleeve. I could feel it in my bones. But he wasn’t going to break first.
He stretched his back and rolled his shoulders back, shaking off the day. While I loved the playful side of Fred, I was always most impressed by his mind. He was creative, inventive, and passionate about the things he loved. That creative mind combined with his proclivity for trickery, made me all the more curious about the mysterious case of the missing vibrator.
“Fred?” I looked up, awaiting his response, but quickly looked down to the fingernail I hadn’t realized I was picking at. “Yes?”
Pausing a beat to gulp down my nerves, I looked him in the eye and asked, “Fred. Did you steal my vibrator?”
I could barely keep a straight face at the absurdity of the conversation. It was truly ridiculous, but I still didn’t know how he felt about his discovery. His expression was mostly unreadable but the devilish gleam in his eye was beginning to give him away.
Relief washed over me as he threw his head back and laughed. I joined in, laughing softly until he finished with a sigh. “Yes, I’m the thief. You can call off the dogs.”
“So you’re not upset?”
“No, not at all, love. I only wish I knew about it sooner.”
“Why?”
“Because the image I have of you in my head is… well, it’s quite spectacular.”
Heat rose in my cheeks at the sly tone of his voice. “Do you know what I’m picturing?”
“Me?” I whispered with a shaky voice.
“Uh-huh.” His large calloused fingers grazed my jawline, making me lean in, desperate for more of his gentle touch. “You, all by yourself. Absolutely aching. Wound up. So restless. You have no choice but to get in our bed, take off those wet panties, spread your legs and make your pussy quiver with that little toy of yours.” I was so captivated, I barely noticed him ushering me further onto the bed. He arched his brow, “Did I get that right?”
I nodded because my frontal lobe was short-circuiting. He was right. I was drenched. I needed to touch him. Reaching out to stroke his cloth covered arm, he pushed himself off the bed and stood up, keeping me from the contact I craved.
He disappeared for a moment, returning with a brown paper bag in hand. “No offense to your little friend.” He said, reaching into the bag and joining me on the bed. “But you deserved an upgrade.”
I don’t know what I was expecting, but when he pulled his hand from the bag, he was holding… my vibrator. It didn’t look upgraded. In fact, the pink bullet looked small in Fred’s wide palm. My confusion must have been written clearly on my face, because Fred chuckled to himself as he sat the bag aside.
“The muggles were onto something with this invention.” He held the toy in the lamp light and inspected it. “The size, the shape, it’s nice.” He looked back at me and the intensity grew in his eyes. I locked in on the slow curl of his lip as he smirked. “But… Weasleys do it better.”
He spoke a spell I had never heard and the toy buzzed at a frequency I had previously only dreamed of. My mouth fell open as I absent mindedly reached out to take it, completely entranced by the possibilities.
“Uh-uh-uh, not so fast,” He said, pulling his hand back, and muttered a spell to stop the vibrations. “See, I made some rather… unique upgrades.”
I frowned but did as he said, knowing the better my behavior… the better my reward. Swinging my legs onto the bed, I sat back against the pillows, awaiting his explanation. I tried my best to mask my excitement, but the speed at which I scrambled to the center of the bed may have given away my eagerness.
Fred kicked off his shoes and joined me on the bed. He knelt in front of me, sitting back on his heels, resting his hands on my bent knees. Anticipation built in my stomach and bubbled up my throat as he looked down at me. He looked beautiful, the lamplight casting a soft glow over the freckles I’d spent years memorizing. Unable to resist, I lifted a hand to his, tracing small, shaky circles over his knuckles.
“What else does it do?” I whispered.
He watched my finger move against his skin, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. “Do you remember last week when I couldn’t find my watch?”
“Yeah, I remember,” I said, the dots beginning to connect in a way that made my skin prickle. “You left it at work.”
“Right. But before I found it, I searched every inch of this flat.” He leaned in just a fraction, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a low, gravelly hum that made my stomach flip. My face burned, but I couldn't look away; his gaze was magnetic, pulling at every thread of my focus. Even knowing the ending, I sat frozen, completely captivated by the mischievous allure he wore like a second skin. “I knew it was a long shot, but I decided to check your bedside table. Just in case.”
My fingers, which had been dancing over his skin, went still. The silence in the room was absolute, save for the frantic thrum of my pulse. “Uh-huh.”
“And do you know what I found tucked away in the back?”
The word felt heavy in my mouth. “M-my vibrator.”
“That’s right.” He didn’t pull away. Instead, he turned his hand over and trapped mine, his palm calloused and searingly hot. He leaned in, his hands pressing my feet further into the mattress. “Turns out there are still things I don’t know about you.”
“No, that’s-,” My explanation was cut short.
“You misunderstand darling, I’m not offended.” I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until it left me in a shaky sigh of relief. “I was a bit curious however” he added, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive thrum.
“Did you… try it out?,” I asked, flashing him a cheeky grin.
Fred let out a rich bark of laughter, the sound vibrating through the mattress. “No, I didn’t do that. Though I did turn it on. And it got me thinking.” Using both hands, he firmly parted my legs, the movement so possessive it made me gasp. “Actually, I think it’s better if I just show you.”
He held it out, and I reached with an eager, shaky hand—but he didn't let go. Instead, he intertwined his fingers with mine, gently capturing my hand so the buzzing toy was nestled between our palms.
The vibration hummed through both of us, a shared, electric pulse that made my skin tingle. His gaze lingered on my mouth, his gaze soft yet full of heat as he watched me bite my lower lip. “Actually, I’d like you…” he paused, his thumb tracing a slow, teasing line over the back of my hand, “...to show me. Can you do that for me, darling?”
I nodded, and he released the vibrator into my hand. “That’s my good girl.”
He moved to capture my mouth in a kiss that tasted of clove and adrenaline, and slipped his hands under my shirt, squeezing my flesh until I shamelessly moaned into his mouth.
Fred had always been a master of efficiency, and getting me naked was no exception. It was a blur of movement and yearning; before I knew it, my shirt was gone and my sweatpants were peeled away, discarded with a careless flick of his wrist. When he finally broke our fevered kiss, I was down to my bra and a pair of light grey cotton panties. His deft fingers found the clasp of my bra with practiced ease, unhooking it and adding it to the growing heap of clothes on the floor.
Instead of finishing what he started, he slipped off the bed, sauntering toward my vanity. He hooked a finger around the back of the small wooden chair, dragging it to the foot of the bed. He sat, leaning back and spreading his knees, looking like a fan who scored front row seats to his favorite band. I sat the vibrator on the mattress, and looped my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear.
“Leave them on,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a low, raspy hum. “I want to see exactly how wet you get when you test Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes’ latest invention.”
My mouth fell open, but was swiftly replaced by a slow, playful smirk of my own. “As long as I’m the only product tester.”
Fred let out a soft, delighted chuckle. "Don't you worry about that. I’ve never been much for sharing my toys." He leaned back, spreading his legs and resting his calloused hands on the arms of the chair, settling in with a lazy, expectant grace. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as he gestured toward the bed. “Now, give me a proper demonstration.”
The instant the toy touched my hand, I saw Fred’s composure fracture. His jaw locked, a muscle jumping in his cheek as his eyes tracked my every move with frantic hunger he couldn't quite mask. I brought it to my breasts, my skin prickling in anticipation. As I slowly circled my nipples, watching them stiffen, I didn't even have to look up to know he was fully hypnotized.
I trailed the toy down my stomach, testing the waters. When I reached the sensitive skin below my belly button, the toy hummed with a new, sentient heat. It felt less like a machine and more like a low-frequency spell singing against my skin, sending a euphoric ripple through my entire body. The toy was now just barely hovering over my panties, each buzz tempting me further and further. Fighting the urge, I paused and looked up at my barely contained boyfriend and asked, “Is this what you wanted to see?”
Fred’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the arms of the chair, the wood creaking in protest against his strength. A half-growl, half-stifled moan vibrated in his chest. His nostrils flared as he fought to stay seated.
Satisfied with the wreckage of Fred’s composure, and driven by desperate, mounting need, I slowly made contact with my panties. It felt good before, but this? This was pure magic.
My vision began to swim, the room dissolving into a hazy blur, but I forced myself to track him. I needed to witness the dark flush climbing his neck and the way his lips parted to catch his ragged breath.
I gave the toy an experimental, swirling tilt, and my hips bucked off the mattress in a reflexive search for more. The charm-enhanced hum was no longer a mere vibration; it flooded my senses like an incoming tide, washing over me with a magical potency that made the normal vibrations feel like a dull, distant memory. The sheer, resonant power of his handiwork made me ache to cast the fabric of my panties aside and feel the unfiltered pulse of the spell against my skin. My movements grew jagged, my focus fracturing as I began to unravel. Soft, broken whimpers began to catch in my throat, each one more desperate than the last.
Through gritted teeth, Fred sounded every bit as frenzied as I felt. “That’s it,” he rasped, his voice hoarse, amplifying the tension in the quiet room. “Don’t you dare hold back. Let me see all of it, darling.”
He was perched on the very edge of the chair now, his calloused hands gripping his own thighs with bruising strength, anchoring himself to the spot.
His encouragement was the final catalyst. I pressed the humming tip harder against my center, the vibration echoing deep in my bones until I was lost to a manic, unscripted rhythm. My breath came in sharp, shallow pants, my head falling back as the world narrowed to only the frantic pulse of the charm.
“Fred… I’m—I’m—”
The words died in my throat. My back arched and my thighs trembled, the tension finally bursting like a firework. With a sharp, broken gasp, the world fell away. I dissolved into a white-hot rush of ecstasy, the overwhelming wave soaking through the thin fabric of my panties as I shuddered under Fred’s unwavering, hungry gaze.
He stood, the chair scraping a harsh protest against the floor. He closed the distance in two steps and then he was on the bed, his knees sank into the mattress as he crawled toward me. Through the mess of red hair framing his face, I caught the stark, bloodshot grit of his gaze. Like a lion fixed on its prey, he prowled toward me; I could only watch, breathlessly ogling the way he moved with agonizing, deliberate slowness.
He stopped at my thighs, branding my flesh with kisses until I felt his teeth latch onto the waist of my panties. Peeling them down the length of my legs using only his mouth, until I was entirely exposed. Shifting to kneel, he loomed over me, still clutching the saturated cloth between his teeth.
The primal display was mesmerizing. He lingered there for a heartbeat, his gaze heavy and unblinking, before a dark, satisfied smirk began to pull at the corners of his mouth, forcing him to relinquish the wet fabric. He ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip to taste the lingering magic, but his stare told me he was hungry for more.
His sly grin sent a wave of heat fluttering through my core. I was pinned beneath his gaze, anchored to the bed and absolutely his for the taking. I wanted him to know it, to show him exactly what he’d done to me.
Spreading my legs, Fred’s gaze trailed lower to my bare, still-pulsating center. Glistening wet and aching for more, I used my hand to gently spread myself open, eager for Fred to see how much I enjoyed my new toy.
“Beautiful show, darling,” He said under his breath, and sat back on his heels, watching me with awestruck eyes. “In fact, I think I’d like an encore. That is, if you can handle it, of course.”
“I can handle it.” My voice was nearly unrecognizable, thick with desire.
“Oh?” He chuckled softly, picking up the toy and letting the moisture dampen his freckled skin. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” I said, impatiently, not feeling a bit ashamed of how badly I wanted him.
“Good girl.” He spoke a variation of the spell that stopped the vibrations, then looked up at me with renewed, devilish enthusiasm. “It has another function, you know,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
Holding my gaze for a heartbeat longer, he made sure he had my undivided attention. He reached into his back pocket and drew his wand, the polished wood catching the soft lamplight. Tapping the pink bullet with the tip of his wand, he whispered a melodious incantation. Before my eyes, the plastic shimmered and softened, expanding and transfiguring until the toy I knew was gone. In its place was a perfect replica of… Fred—every vein, every curve, right down to the irresistibly smooth texture of his skin. It was him in every way, except for the ethereal, golden glow it emitted.
I looked from the toy to Fred, my eyes wide. "Fred, this is…"
"Uncanny? Brilliant? My best invention yet?" He finished for me. He reached out, his fingers brushing mine as he settled the warm, weighted magic into my palm. "Don't just stare at it, darling. Give it a go."
He shifted back on the mattress, moving from his heels to a more relaxed seat, bracing his weight on his palms behind him. His long legs remained parted, framing me as he settled in to watch his favorite show.
With a shaky breath, I guided the enchanted toy inside. It fit like it was always meant to be there, slipping inside with an agonizingly perfect glide. The second I was filled, a sharp, strangled groan tore from Fred’s throat. His entire body jerked, his spine snapping straight as his knuckles turned white against the sheets.
I froze, watching him. "Fred?"
"Don't stop," he wheezed, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.
My gaze dropped to his lap. Even through the heavy fabric of his trousers, the evidence of his arousal was impossible to miss. A prominent, heavy tent had formed, and as he struggled for breath, I saw him throbbing with need with a desperate twitch that matched the pulse of the toy inside me.
A wicked thought crossed my mind. I slowly pulled the toy out, leaving me hollow and watching him gasp for air. Bringing it to my lips, I looked him dead in the eye and took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the velvet-soft tip.
Fred let out a raw, guttural shout, his hips bucking off the bed as if I’d actually touched him. "Merlin! Stop—no, wait stop—just—" He trailed off into a string of breathless curses, his head falling back as he shook with a pleasure he couldn't control.
I pulled back, a trail of saliva glistening on the toy. "Alright, Weasley. Give it up. What are you hiding?"
Fred let out a shaky, triumphant laugh. "Caught again," With trembling fingers, he reached for the button of his trousers and shoved them down.
“I was wrong. I think this is my best invention yet," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his thumb catching a stray tear of pleasure on my cheek. "Every sensation, every bit of heat, every touch... it goes straight to me. But I didn't just make it for my own benefit."
He leaned in, his gaze dropping to my lips before meeting my eyes with a searing sincerity. "I hate the thought of you being here alone, aching for me, and me not being able to do a damn thing about it. I want to be the one who gives this to you, even when I’m stuck behind a counter at the shop. I want you to feel me in every pulse, to know that no matter where I am, I’m the one making you come undone."
A slow, wicked grin sparked in his eyes, “So," he whispered, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly hum, "do you want me to make you feel good?"
I couldn't find my voice, so I simply nodded.
"Good," he breathed, bracing himself on the mattress and nodding toward the shimmering toy in my hand. "Then use me."
I didn't need to be told twice. I settled back against the pillows, guiding the toy back to my palpitating center. The replica glided inside with a slick, effortless ease that drew a sharp moan from both of us. It stretched me beautifully. My walls quivered as I molded to accommodate his size.
After a few experimental, slow thrusts, my pace became increasingly frantic. We were two halves of the same spell, an endless loop of pleasure. I watched his jaw lock and his eyes blow wide as I drilled harder. Knowing that every twitch, every spasm was being mirrored in him only made me more desperate.
“Love, you are bewitching…” Fred gritted out, his knuckles white against the sheets. “Keep going. Take what you need.”
He was as close to ecstasy as I was. With a final, desperate thrust, my body seized. I cried out his name as I reached my peak, met instantly by his echoing roar. I felt the phantom pulse of his climax as clearly as my own, sending a final cascade of pleasure coursing through my veins.
The room fell silent, save for the sound of our ragged breathing. Fred laid back, chest heaving, before he finally rolled over and pulled me into his side. He kissed my jaw, making me fully melt into his arms
"Well," he panted, his voice returning to its usual playful lilt. "I’d say the field test was a resounding success.”
I nodded, letting my eyes flutter shut as I melted into his arms. We stayed like that for a long time, reveling in the quiet hum of the magic still lingering between us. I glanced at the transfigured toy and felt a slow, sleepy smirk tug at my lips.
“You’re going to have to teach me those spells, Freddie. I may need to do some more field testing.”
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favorite of the month: books 1-3 of the cruel shifterverse series by jasmine mas. I couldn't put these down!
favorite to talk about: heated rivalry by rachel reid. duh.
honorable mention: neon gods by katee robert! hades and persephone retellings are some of my favorite kinds to read (below beauty and the beast retellings and above peter pan retellings in case you were wondering my top 3)
in other news, my next fan fiction will be out soon. it's fred weasley x reader and I think you're gonna like itttt 😜
Every like, reblog, and comment literally feels exactly like this :)
Seriously, thank you to everyone who's read Claimed by the Heir! I would say more but I'm literally crying already just thinking about how lucky I feel ❤️❤️❤️
My first fic of 2026 is.... Fred Weasley x Reader!
I said I was going to do a poll for my next one, but the second a singular drop of champagne entered my bloodstream on new year's eve, the holy spirit took over my hands or something, I swear.
That'll be posted soon, so if you want to be on the tag list, interact with this post. And if would like to see my credentials: I present to you, Birthday Girl parts 1 & 2 ;)
Also, I've been posting on ao3 for the last few months after I post here. I prefer to post here first, but If you prefer to read your smut over there, I got you covered. ao3 link
Alright, I think that's everything for now. Love ya, kisses 💋
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