Fred Weasley leaned against the counter in the back room of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, his red hair catching the low lamplight like fire. “You know, love, most customers just buy the Extendable Ears and leave. You’re still here after closing. Either you’re hopeless at reading signs, or you’ve got a very specific itch only a Weasley can scratch.”
You laughed, stepping closer, the air already thick with the scent of joke-shop sweets and something warmer. “Maybe I like the way you talk, Fred. All that cheeky patter. Makes a girl wonder what else that mouth can do.”
His grin widened, eyes sparkling with that signature mischief. “Oh, it can do plenty. But why wonder when you can find out?” He closed the distance in two strides, hands sliding to your hips. “Tell me what you want. I’m in a generous mood tonight.”
“Start with that mouth on mine,” you said, tilting your face up. “Then we’ll see how generous you really are.”
Fred’s lips met yours in a kiss that started playful—nips and teasing licks—before deepening into something hotter. His tongue slid against yours with deliberate strokes, like he was mapping every reaction. “Mmm, you taste better than any sweet I’ve invented,” he murmured against your mouth. “Bet you’re wet already just from a bit of banter.”
You pressed closer, feeling the hard line of him through his trousers. “Why don’t you check?”
His hand slipped under your skirt, fingers brushing the damp lace of your panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Dripping for me already.” He rubbed slow circles over your clit through the fabric, voice dropping lower. “Tell me how that feels. Be specific, darling.”
“Like I need more,” you breathed, rocking into his touch. “Fingers inside. Now.”
Fred chuckled, low and dirty. “Bossy. I like it.” He hooked the lace aside and slid two fingers into you, curling them just right. “So tight. Can’t wait to feel this around my cock. But first…” He pumped slowly, thumb still working your clit. “Tell me what you’re thinking while I fuck you with my hand.”
“That I want you to talk dirtier,” you gasped, hips moving with him. “Tell me how you’re going to ruin me.”
“Gladly.” He added a third finger, stretching you, his free hand cupping your breast through your shirt and pinching your nipple. “I’m going to bend you over that workbench, pull these knickers down, and bury my face between your legs until you’re shaking. Then I’ll stand up, free my cock, and slide in deep—slow at first, so you feel every inch. After that? Hard and fast, just the way you’re begging for it with those little moans.”
Your walls clenched around his fingers at the words. “Yes—fuck, Fred, right there.”
He kept the rhythm steady, whispering filth between kisses. “That’s it, come on my fingers. Soak them. Then I’ll lick you clean before I fuck you proper. You want that thick Weasley cock stretching you open, don’t you?”
You came with a sharp cry, thighs trembling, his name spilling out in a rush. Fred eased his fingers free, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean with a wicked smile. “Delicious. Now the real fun starts.”
He turned you toward the workbench, bending you over it exactly as promised. Your skirt flipped up, panties tugged down. Fred dropped to his knees behind you, spreading you open with his hands. “Look at this pretty cunt, all flushed and ready.” His tongue dragged through your folds in one long, slow lick, then focused on your clit with quick flicks. “Tastes even better after you come.”
You gripped the edge of the bench, pushing back against his mouth. “More—use your tongue inside.”
He obliged, fucking you with it while his fingers returned to your clit, building you up again. “Gonna make you come twice before I even get my trousers off,” he said between licks. “Then you’re going to beg for it.”
It didn’t take long.
The second orgasm hit harder, your legs shaking as he sucked your clit through it. Fred stood, the sound of his belt and zipper loud in the quiet room. “Hear that? That’s me getting ready to give you exactly what you asked for.”
He pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, rubbing it through your slick. “Still want it? Say it.”
“Fuck me, Fred. Hard.”
He pushed in with one smooth thrust, bottoming out with a groan. “Merlin, you feel incredible. So wet, so tight.” He started moving, hips snapping forward in a rhythm that matched his earlier promise—deep, then faster. One hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip. “Talk to me. Tell me how my cock feels.”
“Big—stretching me just right,” you panted. “Harder. Make me feel it tomorrow.”
Fred obliged, pace turning relentless, the workbench creaking under you. “That’s it. Take every inch. Gonna fill you up soon, but not until you come again on my cock.” He reached around to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, love. Squeeze me tight.”
You shattered again, inner walls pulsing around him. Fred followed with a low curse, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you, hips jerking through the aftershocks. He stayed pressed close for a moment, breathing hard, then pressed soft kisses along your spine.
“Best late-night customer I’ve ever had,” he said with a lazy, satisfied grin as he helped you stand and straighten your clothes. “Same time tomorrow?”
You smiled, still catching your breath. “Only if you promise more of that filthy mouth.”
“Deal,” he said, already plotting the next round with that unmistakable Weasley spark.
