#flaire

They are friends—just friends. Their secret encounter only happens because the heavy rain made Claire have to stay in the shop for a little too long. They ended up spending some time together to share each other’s secrets and desires. Things escalated to something more, and both of them are having troubles holding back their passion for each other.

“Should we make it official then? I want us to be more than just friends. I’ve waited too long, Claire.” He takes her hand to plant a kiss on her pulse. 

“But I’m a muggle-born, Fred. People are going to talk about it. I don’t want to ruin your reputation.” Her gaze drops down as she toys the hem of the shirt. She’s fully aware how a different blood status relationship would ignite a blazing scandal worth talking about.

“Hey,” Fred gently takes her chin to make her look at him. “I don’t care what other people say, and neither should you, Claire. If they’re gonna talk, then let’s just ignore them.” He brushes a strand of her hair away. Her hazel eyes are showing her worries and insecurities, and Fred knows he has to be the one who grounds her. “You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

A soft smile tugs on her lips when she notices the sincerity in his words. It’s obvious that Fred Weasley doesn’t play by the rules when it comes to love. He knows what he wants, and he will do anything to get it. 

“Okay. Let’s be official.” She says softly with flushed cheeks.

“Yeah? So, can I kiss you again, girlfriend?” Fred teases.

“Yes. You can kiss me, boyfriend.” She teases back before kissing him deeply. It was gentle at first, but they can’t seem to break apart.

Soon, their lips locked in a heated kiss. Claire's hands creep up from his neck, up until she tangles his hair. Her body is arching as a whimper escapes her lips. Fred responds with a low groan that vibrates on her lips as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. His lips part further, capturing her upper lip between his, nibbling lightly before releasing it to dive back in.

“God, I love you, Claire. I love you so fucking much.” Fred whispers against her lips.

“I love you too, Freddie. I want us to be fo—”

Fred snaps out of his daze when the front door of his shop clicked a little too loud. His mind was replaying the dream he had last night about Claire Evans, the woman he’s been in love with for years, who also happens to work for him at his joke shop.

He watches Claire from afar. His suit and tie were discarded long ago, along with his waist coat. On top of that, he had to undo the first two buttons of his shirt, because suddenly the place feels too hot even though it’s the early spring. Now that his dream about her starts getting too intimate, Fred is trying to remember the exact reason why he let her work at his shop. 

Personally, Fred likes to believe that he was just simply helping a friend. It’s a win-win solution for both sides, since he and George really do need extra hands in their business. 

But deep down, it is far more than that.

If being curious is a sin, Fred knows he will go straight to hell. For the longest time, he’s been wondering about how it feels to hold Claire in his arms. He wants to feel her soft lips on his and worship her in ways that a gentleman would do to a lady. Other than that, he wants to be the person she runs into when things get tough. To be the one that she shares her laughter with. But telling her that she’s been occupying his mind for years and how much he loves her is not just a want. It’s a need.

Tonight might be his only chance to confess, because it is unlikely for them to be alone after hours. Fred doesn’t want to be careless, so he chose to test the water first. Both of them should be going home by now, yet Claire is still at the shop to restock some products.

“You can always do it tomorrow, you know? Even George has already left to go to Olivia’s place.” Fred says when he finally approaches her. 

“He did?” Claire scans the room briefly. “Well, the sooner the better, right?”

“Not quite. It’s really late, Claire. You should get some rest.”

“I know. But if we finish now, we won’t be in such a rush tomorrow. Plus, I still need to organize some documents and reports upstairs too.” Claire’s bubbly tone makes him chuckle.

“You’re quite stubborn, huh?” Fred teases, earning a side glance from her.

“You, Fred Weasley, are in no place to say that.” Claire playfully rolls her eyes and continues restocking. “I simply don’t like being in a rush if we restock so early in the morning. I want to enjoy my morning coffee.”

“Fine. At least let me help.” Fred reaches out for the tray box in her hands, but she swiftly pulls away.

“You’re my boss. So, no. Just stay there and look handsome.” She refuses his offer with a teasing smile.

Judging by the way their conversation goes, Fred is certain he’s on the right track, so he stays there and looks handsome just like she told him to. He crosses his arms and leans against the shelf, admiring her in silence. The way Claire scrunches her nose when she finds things not to her liking is adorable to him. He has to stifle a laugh and hold back his grin from the way she tip-toes to reach the top shelf while gritting her teeth in frustration.

“Hush.” Claire simply says as the heat creeps up her cheeks, trying not to look at Fred’s amused face.

“You should’ve just asked, Claire. I’m literally right here.” His voice is teasing.

“I can manage it. But thank you.” Claire smiles at him before she moves to another section on the second floor. She silently wishes Fred is not following her every step. But clearly, he wouldn’t waste this moment alone with her by standing still.

“You know, you’re really cute when you’re blushing like that.” Fred says from the other side of the rack, tilting his head to observe her. The cheeky smile that Claire is now familiar with never leaves his face.

“I’m not blushing.” She lies, avoiding eye contact by adjusting little boxes of sweets. 

“Denial is a river in Egypt, princess.” The little pet name makes Claire’s stomach fizzy, but she brushes it off by continuing her work.

“Irrelevant. I didn’t know you’re good at geography.” The way she teases him makes both of them laugh. 

“There are many things I’m good at, darling.” His voice somehow lingers with a provocative tone.

“You need to stop doing that.” Claire chuckles softly, trying to hide the fact that Fred’s charm is getting into her nerves—like he always does. 

“Doing what? I’m simply just trying to have a conversation with you, sweetheart.” A smirk spreads across Fred’s face. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s enjoying it to the fullest.

Claire shakes her head lightly. She looks at him with a tender gaze as a soft smile tugs on her lips. “Calling someone with pet names only works if they’re dating, Fred.” With that, she disappears to his office on the top floor. 

For a brief moment, Fred can feel the chills running through his body. He’s aware of his flirty words, but he never thought her reply would be exactly like the way she said it in his dreams. Recalling how it went in his head, Fred wishes his current proximity with her will lead to that similar end.

After regaining his composure, Fred follows her and leans against the door frame. “If you want, I can show it to you.”

“Show… what?” she looks at him over her shoulder.

“Things I’m good at. Not only geography, love. These hands of mine can do a lot of…. things.” Fred ends his words with a wink.

Claire breathes out and goes back to tidying up his desk in order to hide her flustered self. She refuses to look at him, because she knows that once she does, all of her defenses will crumble. 

“You can’t just say stuff like that, Fred. Not in that way, at least.” She lets out a soft laugh while trying to stay calm. “May I remind you again that you’re my boss, and I’m your employee. We shouldn’t be doing things that are inappropriate.” 

“I didn’t say anything about inappropriate things.” Fred casually states with a grin as he straightens himself. Claire shuts her eyes and curses underneath her breath, realizing that she shouldn’t have phrased her words that way. “Besides, you’re not my employee, Claire. You’re a friend who helps here, and I return your kindness with a few galleons. Are we not friends?”

There’s no escaping him at this point, so Claire braces herself to turn around and meet his gaze. “We are friends. But why are you here, Fred?” 

“It’s my shop. And technically, we’re currently in my office as well.” He shrugs nonchalantly.

“No. Why are you here, at this hour with me?” 

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that?” Fred’s brow quirks up. “Why did you insist on restocking at this hour, Claire?” He takes a step closer with each line.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“You didn’t answer mine either.”

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

“Fred.”

“Claire.”

“Fred.”

“Yeah, that’s my name.”

“Fred, please just tell me. Why are y—”

“It’s you.” Two words from him are enough to make her breath hitch. “It’s you, Claire. You’re the reason why I’m here. It’s always been you.” Fred takes one last step, eyes locked on hers steadily. His mischievous look has now faded, and Claire can feel her heart banging her chest. She has never seen him like this before—unguarded and vulnerable.

“Do you really think it’s easy for me to be so close with you every day, yet so far away?” His voice comes out low and measured. “I’ve been trying so fucking hard to control myself when I’m around you, Claire. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but I don’t care about that anymore.” Fred’s heartbeat is pulsing rapidly by his own words. Being able to admit it out loud actually feels like untangling a knot that bound his chest.

“For a long time, you have invaded my whole being. You’ve taken over my mind like it’s your own territory. It’s maddening.” He reaches out to brush her jaw with his thumb. “And the worst part? I fucking love it.”

Claire knows she should say something. Anything. But she is transfixed, caught between shock and delight.

Aside from their friendship, Claire does—and has always—finds Fred as an attractive and kind gentleman. His jokes and pranks are just a few of the many things that she loves about him. Even if it’s just the tiniest bit, she can’t suppress the fact that Fred starts growing on her romantically.

Then again, having him confessing his love towards her was something she never expected.

The silence between them is deafening. Claire gulps when she notices Fred’s gaze falls down to her lips by a split second. Yet, she can’t help doing the same thing to him. There are no hints of withdrawal detected in her eyes when he cradles her face. And the way she leans against his touch is an obvious green light for him.

Fred leans in to capture her lips with his. It’s a slow and deliberate kiss that’s tender enough to vanish all the walls between them. They break apart, only to shut their lips together again. Claire’s hand rests on his chest, while Fred slides his other hand to her lower back.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” Fred murmurs against her lips.

“No, don’t stop.” She replies in a delicate whisper before securing his lips for another deep kiss. Claire puts her hands around his neck, pulling him closer to her as Fred tilts his head to kiss her deeper. 

Fred sweeps his desk behind her in one swift motion, sending all of the papers and quills to the floor. He lifts her up to settle her and stands between her legs. Their lips parted, shut, then parted again only to dive for a deeper and more passionate kiss. She reaches out to undo his shirt as he unzips her dress, breaking the kiss only to take it off and throw it on the floor.

“Beautiful.” Fred’s hands rest on her waist, caressing it like he’s memorizing every part of her curve. His mouth claims hers again, biting her lower lip before she lets his tongue slip inside her mouth. At the same time, Fred works on his pants and takes it off, kicking it towards their group of garments. Nothing about it feels rushed. Just two souls devouring each other with love and intimacy.

“Fred…” Claire’s moans sound like a plea when Fred lazily kisses her jaw, down to her neck, and nibbles her gently. She can feel how his breath is hot against her skin, even the prideful smirk that he formed after the noises she made. 

Fred swiftly unhooks her bra and lets it join the rest of their clothing. The swell of her breasts and hard nipples are now bare for his view. The sight alone is enough to make his cock throbbing with anticipation. 

He leans in to kiss her chest, down to the valley of her breasts. Claire gasps when Fred sucks her left breast. His hand kneads the right one, showing her that multitasking is also the thing he’s good at. He darts his tongue to taste her skin, swirling and flicking her nipple rapidly before sucking it again. His hand never stops its movement. He rolls his thumb on her right nipple then pinch it hard enough to make her whimper. The mix sensation from his warm mouth and cold hand goes straight to her core, making her wetter and wetter by each of his touches. 

“Fuck, your tits are perfect.” Fred murmurs. His mouth trails kisses from her left breast to her right. He flattens his tongue on her nipple, then sucks it hard. Another gasp escapes from her parted lips by the way he gives her breasts the same lavish attention. He circles her left nipple with the wetness he left earlier then clamps it between his fingers.

“Yes… yes yes yes…” Claire arches her back to serve him as she moans louder. She scratches the back of his head and lets him attach his mouth on her breast. He lingers there before finally lets it out with a wet pop.

Fred goes up to kiss her neck. One hand keeps fondling her breast, and the other secures her lower back to keep her close to him. 

“Did you feel that?” Fred whispers beneath her earlobe while he grinds his hard bulge against her core. “You did that to me, Claire. It’s all for you.” Claire wraps her legs around his waist, seeking more friction from him. She gently grabs his face, smiling contently before kissing him again.

“Then you should see what you did to me.” Her voice is not seductive, but her words are an invitation and a hint that they just barely begin. His hand reaches down to the part between her legs, only to find her already soaked.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive, darling.” Fred pulls back to meet her gaze. “Now let me really show you those other things that I’m good at.” 

Fred assures her with a gentle kiss. He keeps his eyes on hers while his hands reach the waistband of her panties, silently asking for permission. Claire lifts her hips slightly, enough to let Fred take it off of her completely. He kneels down and puts her legs on his shoulders, spreading her open and taking his time to worship her. Claire bites her lip and holds on to the edge of the desk. Her pussy throbs as she watches him plant kisses on her inner thighs, grazing his teeth gently on the flesh before soothing it with his lips.

Without another warning, Fred runs his tongue on her glistening folds in long deep strokes. He circles her clit with a gentle pressure and sucks it. His mouth lingers on the sensitive bud before he lets go to repeat his actions. Claire’s hand flies to his hair when she feels his skilled tongue move like a brush on a canvas. He opens his mouth wide to capture her sex as a whole, giving her clit another hard suck that makes her legs shake.

Claire whimpers by how good his mouth feels on her and the way he worships her pussy like he would die without it. Fred looks up to her, watching how her perfect breasts heaving and her nipples erect without stopping his work on her cunt. She fists his hair tighter the moment he shoves his tongue inside her, sliding in and out at a pace that’s enough to make her squirm. 

“Fred….” Her mind goes blank. The only thing that she can think of is Fred and how good he is at pleasuring her. Her hips start moving involuntarily to seek friction that she craves for, making him groan with pride.

“That’s it. Grind on my face, princess. Let me taste you.” his voice muffled against her. Fred flattens his tongue for more long strokes and laps it on her wet folds before delving back inside her heat. Her soft gasps and moans are driving him insane, and he’s willing to give her more pleasure that she deserves.

Claire inhales sharply and throws her head back when Fred replaces his tongue with his finger, then adds another one. He thrusts it inside her, curling it enough to hit the spot that makes her see stars. The pleasure intensifies when he doubles his pace with his mouth attached on her clit, sucking and flicking it feverishly with his tongue. Claire grinds herself down towards his mouth and hand. The wet sounds and his muffled groans against her pussy only fuel up the climax that’s building up inside her. Her toes curling, her back arching, and her hand fisting Fred’s hair like she’s holding on for dear life.

“Fred….” Claire’s broken moans are a warning that she’s so close to the brink of ecstasy. 

“Let go, sweetheart. Cum on my face.” Fred encourages her one last time before her scream fills the room. The orgasm washes over her like a tidal wave. Her walls clench around his fingers, pulsing for her release before he retreats from her.

Her breathless moans gradually turn softer when she feels Fred’s tongue soothe her folds. He licks every drop of her juices, including the one left on his lips and fingers. Fred rises up to stand between her legs once again, wasting no time to discard his boxers and let his hard cock free. It is already glistening with pre-cum, and Claire is taken aback by the sight of his size.

“Hey,” Fred says when he notices the flicker of nerves in her eyes. “Just hold on to me.”

“‘Kay.” Claire smiles. The way he assures her makes her heart warm. The softness in his voice and his comfort gaze are enough to make her believe that this is more than just fulfilling desires.

Fred strokes his cock a few times. He then positions himself, but not entering her just yet. He circles her clit and presses it gently with the tip of his cock. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure for both of them. He secures her figure as he grinds his cock against her folds, moving in slow rhythm. He pulls back to lift her chin with a finger. “Eyes on me.” His voice is a quiet command right before he enters her slowly.

“Fuck…” Fred’s groan is in harmony with her moans. “You’re so fucking tight, Claire. So fucking perfect for me.” Claire takes every inch of him deep inside her. Her legs wrap around his waist to secure him and she presses her breasts against his chest. 

Fred claims her lips in a heated kiss. His hips roll in a slow and steady movement. Claire really can’t hold back her moans, because it feels way too amazing to have his thick cock stretching her out.

She cradles the back of his head, pulling him closer and holding on to his figure. Fred wraps an arm around her, while his other hand is busy with other parts of her body. He runs his thumb across her nipple and fondles her breast. He flicks the hard bud and pinches it gently, earning him a whimper from her. 

“You like that? Like when I play with your tits while I fuck you?” he smirks against her lips.

“Yes… I love it.” Her moan is a plea for more of his touch. Every sound that she makes is like his personal reward for being able to give her pleasure. Those sounds are now getting louder as he thrusts faster inside her. Fred’s kisses go down to her jaw, neck, until he reaches her collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

“Fred…” her moan close to his ear. She can feel herself getting closer to another orgasm. Her walls are clenching against him with each thrust that sends her to the edge. Fred holds her trembling thighs, keeping her steady while his movement is getting sloppier.

“Fuck… I’m so close, love.” He whispers. “I can tell that you are too. Come with me, yeah?” Fred thrusts inside her frantically. The sound of their skin slapping against each other is in a synchronized rhythm with their whimpers. 

“Fred… Fred… I…” her breath comes out with ragged gasps.

“Shh… it’s okay. I’m right here. Come with me. Come with me, darling.”

With another few hard thrusts, Fred lets out a loud groan as he comes inside her. Claire buries her face on the crook of his neck to muffle her sharp cries. The shattering release sends a wave of pleasure through their bodies. They’re left breathless, but it is definitely worth it.

“You’re incredible.” Fred kisses her lips gently. “Absolutely incredible.” He plans to pull out of her, but her legs keep him close by the waist.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit.” She shyly says, and Fred is more than happy to oblige. He savors her lips in the most passionate way possible while his hands roam all over her sides. Their tongues meet in a sensual dance that makes both of them moaning against each other. Claire can still taste the left essence of herself through him. Her fingers tug his hair as she gently bites his lower lip. The light pain is an arousing sensation that makes his cock twitch inside her.

“You’re killing me, Claire.” Fred murmurs, and it makes her smile against his lips.

“How so?” her voice is teasing. Fred pulls back slightly, brushing strands of her soft waves away so he can look at her properly.

“Well, the fact that I’m still throbbing inside you and you’re wrapping me so good is intoxicating. Also, we just fucked on my desk. How am I supposed to act normal tomorrow?” Fred masks his face with a fake annoyance, but it quickly replaced with a pride grin when he sees her laughing. “Funny, huh?”

“Yeah, it kinda does.” Fred hushes her with a kiss that melts her and shifts the playful conversation to something deeper.

“I mean every word, Claire.” Fred takes her hand and holds it against his chest. “This is not lust. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I want to be with you. To treat you in the ways that lovers do, if you let me.” The weight of his words leaves no room for doubts.

Claire breathes out to calm the butterflies in her stomach. Her gaze softens, and her smile never leaves her face. “How can I not let you do all of that if you’re growing on me like this?” She caresses his cheekbone with her thumb. “I love you too, Fred.”

“So does that mean we’re official now?” his signature smirk spread across his face.

“Well… yeah, you can say that. But, if you don’t mind, I want to keep it low for now.” 

“Of course, darling.” Fred kisses her forehead. She giggles when his kisses go down to her lids, nose, cheeks, until finally back to her lips. His hands caress her thighs that start trembling again.

“I think I should retract myself before I lose control. I don’t want to drain you out.” He says playfully and she nods in response. Fred pulls out of her then puts his boxers and pants on. He picks up his shirt to let Claire wear it. She doesn’t bother to refuse nor argue. Not when she can barely move her legs. Besides, she’s wearing her boyfriend shirt after all.

“I’ll be right back.” Fred goes to the bathroom and returns with warm towels in hand. He passes one to her and lets herself clean her upper body. 

Claire wasn’t doing anything sensual, but Fred can’t get his eyes off of the way she cleans her full breasts with the towel. She lifts it lightly to clean the underpart. Her nipples are still hard, and Fred unconsciously licks his lip, recalling how good it feels against his tongue a few minutes ago. Not to mention how perfect she looks right now, covered with nothing but his shirt.

“Fred?” Her voice snaps him out of his daze.

“Hm? Yeah, sorry. You’re just so… sexy and perfect.” Claire giggles at his praise. She knows he was staring, but she doesn’t really mind much. Fred distracts his thoughts by pulling a chair to sit in front of her, then starts helping her clean her legs.

“This feels really nice.” Claire lets herself relax. The tensions on her muscles are now easing down. “Thank you for taking care of me, Freddie.”

Fred stops midway when he hears the nickname she used on him. “Say that again.” 

“Freddie.” she smiles, not caring to hide the pink blush on her cheeks. “Thank you for taking care of me, Freddie. My love.” She repeats with an addition that warms his heart.

Fred takes her hand and kisses her knuckles. “Always, love.”

Super bold images for this chapter as our Vampire - Succubus deserve them 👏🌶️😈 (Tumblr doesn’t let me upload the pics straightforward on).