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Summary: After a long day of work and a trip to his parents' home, George is looking for a way to relax. Even if it led to an unexpected outcome

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Warnings: SMUT! Dirty talk; Praise kink; Breeding kink;

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Moonlight silently hugged the walls of the room in an attempt to find something new in such a familiar place, while the silence outside the window comfortably plays with the sea of wildflowers and as if calls to sing a lullaby with her for all those who do not sleep at such a late hour ... Ladybugs have long been hiding in secluded places in an attempt to fall asleep in a carefree dream, the street lights went out, sending Burrow into the realm of oblivion and desires.

George literally flies into the spacious room, immediately slamming the door and hiding his face in his hands. Several strands of red hair fell out of his previously neat hairstyle, but the joker did not even pay attention. Today's working day squeezed all the juices out of him and the only strength that still remained in the body would only be enough to take a shower, and lie, if not fall, into bed. With a tired gait, the younger twin barely reached his bed and literally fell there with his whole body right in his clothes.

The quiet voices of the entire Weasley family were coming from the kitchen on the first floor, and George couldn't understand how Fred was still full of energy after such a difficult day at work. And when the older twin also offered to visit their parents, George's eyes completely darkened with horror. But the family is a family, besides, thanks to Molly, he did not have to cook dinner for them and his brother, and this is a very big plus on Friday evening. And now, having eaten and thanking his parents for the dinner and company, the joker quickly said goodbye to everyone and ran into his with his brother room to finally lie down in a soft bed.

Leaning his head back on the pillow, covering his eyes in an attempt to add a little more desire to do at least something, in addition to rubbing his face every second, which, according to the Weasley, should help drive away drowsiness, man let his thoughts float away somewhere in waves. The memory of today in the store and the annoying customers didn't help at all, so George grimaced slightly, forcing his memory to show something more pleasant. And although by "pleasant" he meant some kind memories of his family or friends, but his brain decided that the best option is to display an infinite number of pictures with (Y/n) in the foreground. Those where she smiles sweetly at passers-by in her affable manner, or those where she is happy with something along with Fred while Percy looks askance at them through the book.

And maybe even those where the branded skirt of WWW covers all the desired parts of the body that have been exciting the Weasleys' body for months now, or those where (Y/n)’s fingers hugged the products from his store tightly (although they could just as tightly hold something else). Twin growled softly, feeling a weak desire in his stomach begin to twist the knots, testing man's patience and endurance, and George should have stopped at this stage, and go to sleep, so that the next day he would continue to silently observe (Y/n) from the other side of the counter. But his brain was already beginning to speculate about what his old school friend might be doing, sitting under the same counter, between his legs wide apart. What would that ever-talkative mouth do when filled with his big cock, would she choke when he pushed her head down harder? Or maybe (Y/n) loves to be completely filled with her boss's cock ...

George opened his eyes abruptly, feeling that his pants suddenly became tight, and the temperature in the room suddenly rose to such an extent that he wanted to quickly open the window and let the cool air into the room. Joker immediately unbuttoned his shirt, tossing its edges to the sides, exposing his tightened chest to the milky light of the moon. His hand slid down to the visible bulge in his pants, lightly stroking his fingers in an unconscious attempt to shake off the heap of unwelcome desires. But as soon as a quiet moan of pleasure escapes from his lips, Weasley sees a small (Y/n)’s body in front of him and her pleading gaze directed only at him, at HER boss. The eyes close by themselves again and the last appeals of conscience to stop such obscene things in relation to the girl, and instead go to the shower to cool off, completely drowned out by more and more new scenarios drawn from the most secret corners of the younger twin's head.

“Do you really want my dick so badly, love?” hoarse, either from fatigue, or from desire, George's voice with languid vibrations spread throughout the room, and as soon as his fantasy gave out how the girl silently nods to the question, man continued “tell me how much you want your boss's dick.”

“Please, George, please, I want to feel it in me, please,” a quiet cry echoed in Weasley's head, pulling a satisfied growl from his throat.

“Good girl” long fingers nervously and impatiently unbuttoned the fly and button of the trousers, allowing the already hard cock to fall freely on the man's stomach, staining the press with transparent drops of lubricant “but first you have to earn your reward, little girl.”

And everything swam away into fog as soon as the twin's hand touched the organ. George imagined this hundreds of times, lying in his bed, huddled against the wall, standing in the shower. The way her warm lips grab onto the head, sucking lightly in a teasing manner, and then the same hot tongue will run along its entire size, smearing it with saliva. And then how (Y/n) wants to show her old friend what a good girl she is for him and without hesitation will swallow almost all of his cock in her warm mouth until the head rests on the back of her throat and she chokes, rolling her eyes with pleasure. Weasley's fingers would have slipped into her hair and grabbing the strands, and man began to gently, but at the same time dominantly move her head back and forth, making her choke with moans and saliva every time.

“That's so, so good, love. I will fuck your throat and fill it with my sperm so that you remember who you belong to” man's palm mercilessly and quickly gave him pleasure while secret desires were still spinning in front of him.

“If you continue in the same vein, I will finish much earlier, baby girl” Weasley whispered giving a direct hint to the girl, who immediately released a long cock from behind her mouth. The joker smiled contentedly, but continued speaking in a dominant tone “well done, and now I want to see you on my bed with your back to me.”

And while man's body was still on the comfortable bed, his fantasies drifted into the fantasy of a double bed in his room above the store. (Y/n) nestled comfortably on all fours, awaiting further commands from the Weasley while man examined her naked body thinking about how he wants to fuck her in this scenario.

“Face in the sheets, ass up, love. Silently and without disobedience” (Y/n) obediently hid her head in silks while lifting the back of her body slightly shaking her hips in a teasing manner. Man examined the miniature body with satisfaction, immediately sliding his fingers to the girl's crotch and without warning hiding two there at once, weakly pushing them deeper and deeper inside.

“Are you so wet only from my penis in your mouth. Who would have thought how dirty a girl you are, (Y/n)” girl moaned loudly, feeling fullness inside herself and almost crying whispered a quiet “please, Georgie, I want your cock in me, it’s so big, it fills me all over, please, I can not anymore". Man grinned with satisfaction, stretching out his wet fingers and taking the organ in his hands, teasingly stroked the crotch, forcing girl to moan harder and move the booty in an attempt to insert herself.

“Well, well, just look at this” Weasley menacingly grabbed the top of the girl's head with his free hand and pressed into bed “did I allow you to do something yourself? What did I tell you, baby girl?!”

"Silently and without disobedience"

“So keep up the good work, love, otherwise your vagina will not get my big cock. All clear?” and having received a nod of his head, George chuckled rather contentedly, pushing the head inward pulling a simultaneous groan from his lips. And already without further thought, twin pushed forward, filling (Y/n) completely “Fuck (Y/n) ... so good ... so narrow for her boss, for me ... everything is mine, you are all mine”

"I am yours, yours, only yours Georgie, please, want you"

Weasley's hand moved with incredible speed, propelling the evaculant along the entire length of the organ, squeezing hoarse groans and growls interspersed with the girl's name from its throat, while brown eyes were closed, allowing fantasy to completely take over it. What time is it now? Where is he? Who is with him? Where did all his fatigue and anger go? Now there is no time for these questions, the only important thing is the picture of how he literally breaks a fragile body, while she cries and groans with pleasure, staining his sheets with her lubricant and crying for more every time he takes a second break. The way his penis slides inside her, hitting the uterus, but continuing to break further and his palm finds a small tubercle in the girl's abdomen, which makes man break off the chain. Or maybe the way (Y/n) groans under him every time he pushes his fingers further down her throat, squeezing his cock with her walls stronger than usual.

Weasley groaned almost all over the house, but he didn't care. His hand continued to work on the heated organ and a clear sensation of an impending orgasm hit him like a wave over his head. His second hand, in a fever, reached out to open the nightstand by the bed, and after breaking a few folders, his fingers grabbed the edge of the photo. It showed a girl in a Hogwarts school uniform posing for a pretty picture. Perhaps the Weasley once admits to (Y/n) that he keeps a photograph of her, given to her by herself on his birthday. Perhaps he will tell her that every week his mind returns to this piece of paper, and his hands by themselves find a member in a second that has become hard only about the thought of her. It's just a matter of time, but for now ...

“I feel that you are already close, love” George rolled his eyes with satisfaction, literally lying on (Y/n) and burying his nose in her hair “me too, me too ... I so want to cum inside you ... you will allow me to cum inside you and fuck the whole sperm into you so that it remains deep inside?”

"Yes Georgie"

“Excellent” a hoarse voice sounded right at the very ear, making goosebumps run over (Y/n)’s skin, while the joker found girl's hips with his own hands and began to push harder in an attempt to catch up with the denouement “come on (Y/n), cum for me, be my good girl.”

And as soon as those words escaped from Weasley's mouth, he felt girl's walls shrink to a maximum and (Y/n), with a loud groan, wearily let go of the sheets and closed her eyes saying goodbye to the knot in her stomach. George growled loudly.

White drops dripped into pools of sperm on the twin's belly as the hand made final movements along the penis. Fingers tightly squeezed the edges of the photograph while from the lips, in a quiet whisper, like a prayer, girl's name was continuously poured, mixed with heavy sighs and curses. (Y/n)'s beautiful eyes, were looking in the other direction, at something that was hidden behind the lens, but Weasley seemed to have the same desire burning in them as in his. Beads of sweat ran down man's temples and forehead, glinting in the silver light of the moon, while his hair was disheveled beyond recognition, fatigue again took up over all desires.

Brown eyes slid over the photograph for the last time, and George immediately hid the valuable thing under all the documents where no one would be looking, and got up from the seat, swaying slightly, still not moving away from the pleasant sensations. For a second, man's body stood in place, and turning his head to the nightstand, Weasley broke into a contented grin, so well lit by the silver moon in the middle of his dark room:

“See you, love.”

The bathroom door slammed shut.

[averageteaenjoyer]

Summary: You and George spend the morning romantically dancing in the middle of the kitchen.

Pairing: George x reader

|Sorry if I have mistakes, English is not my first language|

|I hope you like it|

Marimba rhythms

A few drops of cool water ran down to your fingertips and fell like swallows to the floor, leaving tiny puddles in their wake, while a couple of clean plates flew into place on the shelves. The morning sun smiled benevolently through the kitchen windows and several sunflowers nodded their petals to the spring wind, which ran like a young horse along the flower meadow. The rays of the warm sun playfully sent the sun bunnies to run along the walls of the house, as if they wanted to find new friends and embark on a morning waltz with them. The aroma of flowers and morning black coffee with pancakes mixed into a whirlwind of fluttering butterflies, just waking up from a long winter sleep.

(Y/n) slowly wiped her hands on a towel lying on the table and immediately stretched, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and fatigue. Several golden threads of the sun adorned her bare legs, slightly tickling her body, sending a herd of goosebumps to race across all open areas, forcing the girl to finish stretching as soon as possible. Her fingers slid to the radio standing on the table, near the vase with tulips, setting in motion a small technique, and as soon as the quiet melody reached her ears (Y/n) swayed slightly towards the mugs with morning coffee. Black with one spoonful of sugar for him and with milk and two teaspoons of sugar for her.

Placing drinks on a tray with two plates full of pancakes and several fillings in the form of honey and strawberry syrup, the girl began dancing out of the kitchen to the stairs to the second floor, where the bedroom is located, until a familiar song stopped her halfway. The first few notes ran through the sunny kitchen making (Y/n) freeze in place thinking about whether to listen to music or continue her way upstairs. But her legs carried the girl back, leaving the tray on the table near the exit from the room, immediately moving closer to the radio and making the music louder.

When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

Legs immediately rushed to circle (Y/n) in careful turns between all the obstacles of the kitchen. Hips deftly beat their own rhythm of the dance while their hands traced patterns in the air, completely unafraid to hit anything. The sun smilingly watched the girl's dance, sending her solar dancers as partners. The girl closed her eyes relying on her memory of space and whirled around in a waltz, not paying attention to the glare of the sun, which was trying to warm her body, as if urging her to dance at an even greater pace. (Y/n) grabbed a flower from a vase and made it her imaginary partner. She continued to almost jump among the chairs and other accessories. Coffee and breakfast lonely cooled on a table completely forgotten.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance, you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me

Heavy footsteps were quietly heard at the entrance to the room, and a tall figure froze for a second in the doorway until a soft laugh escaped his lips, and a honey voice ran in a warm wave across the room:

“Well, and I thought that someone here needs help.”

(Y/n) immediately froze in place, caught red-handed, but catching the glance of brown eyes so closely following her figure, she laughed softly.

“Well ... a pair of strong hands would be useful to me” girl took a few slow steps forward, rolling the tulip in her hands “Weasley”

George smiled coquettishly, pushing away from the doorway just as languidly approaching (Y/n). His fingers confidently slid to the girl's palms, taking the flower from her hands and immediately sending it back to the vase.

“You won't need it anymore” man smiled and stretched out his hand forward “let me invite you to dance, love.”

“How can I refuse you, Mr. Weasley?” (Y/n) giggled again and clinging to the twin's hand clung to his strong body.

“Thank you” George hid his one hand at (Y/n) waist while the fingers of the second intertwined with those of his partner “now my favorite part of the song will play.”

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway, I go weak

Their bodies swirled in an impromptu waltz as their feet carried them in different directions of the kitchen. George deftly led (Y/n) between all the obstacles, not taking his eyes off her figure, while she carefully looked around in an attempt not to crash into something. The man smiled lovingly and leaned forward slightly.

“Have I already said how beautiful you are, dear”

(Y/n) playfully examined the joker's face and slightly stretched her neck towards his face in an attempt to be closer.

“You say that too often, Georgie. I think I will soon feel like the beauty queen of this world” (Y/n) giggled, forcing the wrinkles around her eyes to become more visible than usual.

“But you are already a beauty queen.”

“Then you are the king of beauty, no, you are the GOD of beauty” Weasley smiled lovingly at the girl's words, again bending closer, catching her nose with his lips.

“Then you are Miss Universe, (Y/n)” the man smiled with satisfaction and continued in a teasing manner “now you won't argue with me.”

“Ah well!” the girl immediately caught herself and slightly moved away from the twin (receiving a displeased moan from his lips) and quickly examined him “since I can't give you a title, I'll just name everything that I love about you!”

“Really?”

“Of course” (Y/n) breathed as much air into her lungs as possible and looking into George's eyes began to happily list “I love your eyes, they remind me of the hot chocolate that you always cook for me, I love your shoulders because I can always hide my face there, your palms because they are always so warm and I love when you hold me in your arms, your hair, because it is so soft and I can always ruffle it and do some stupid hairstyle, I love your lips because they are so soft ... George ... I love you all because you remind me of family” (Y/n) broke into a smile from ear to ear and happily looked into the man’s eyes “you are my home, George.”

I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now

The smile on the man's lips quickly lit up his entire face and (Y/n) thought that he seemed to brighten up with happiness. Weasley, without wasting a single second, spun the girl in a crazy dance, as if they were in some stupid Spanish movie where they dance hot flamenco, as if their whole life rests on their movements. The twin twisted the girl around her axis and grabbing the partner's hips again carried her into an already more energetic dance, turning the kitchen into an impromptu scene. Several drops of sweat rolled down from the man's forehead that he pressed so hotly to (Y/n) forcing her to hug partner’s neck tighter to keep up with the rhythm of his hips and long legs.

"Are you tired yet, Mr. Weasley?" (Y/n) coquettishly raised an eyebrow watching the lively man opposite.

“No way, love” George slowed down his movements a little, but continued to heap to the beat of the music, without taking his eyes off the girl's face “but if you want to rest, honey” the man immediately knocked over (Y/n) holding her back with both hands “I'm always ready provide your services.”

“I’m still quite young, Weasley” the girl pulled herself up and returned back to a stable position “please do not underestimate me.”

“I would never” the joker innocently shrugged his shoulders, forcing (Y/n) to spin around her axis again, but this time pulling it even closer to his body “(Y/n) ... I want to kiss you so badly right now.”

(Y/n) giggled in embarrassment, looking at the man from under her eyelashes:

“You can always do it, George.”

The younger twin languidly closed his eyes and carefully placed his palms on the girl's cheeks, lightly stroking them with his thumbs, while (Y/n) looked expectantly into the man's brown irises.

“Can I kiss you, my love?” George softly whispered almost against girl's lips.

“Any time, Georgie,” (Y/n) answered him just as quietly.

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway, I go weak

The sun still silently illuminated the kitchen, kissing the tulip petals with its warm rays, while outside the window the spring wind played with the young grass. Birds sang romantic May tunes, as if feeling the whole atmosphere of this morning, and watched with interest the frozen couple in their home.

George moaned weakly into (Y/n)’s lips tasting her kiss again. The man impatiently licked the girl's lower lip, asking to let him inside, and as soon as he received a silent permission he immediately slipped his tongue into her mouth, feeling the familiar warmth. (Y/n) gripped Weasley's shoulders tighter so as not to fall to the floor because of the unexpectedly buckling legs and it seemed to her that the air around them became slightly hotter. George immediately caught a silent plea and immediately grabbed the girl by the waist, holding her, and at the same time began to impatiently lean forward.

The faint aroma of almost weathered expensive perfume surrounded the couple, tickling their nose, forcing (Y/n) to literally faint from an overabundance of sensations and the only thing that helped her was a quiet melody in the background creating an atmosphere of a warm and bright morning, preventing her from completely losing herself in a man, adding to her desires to finish the dance. Weasley, having caught the girl's silent desire (as he could always do), allowed himself to lose himself in the kiss for the last time, slightly pressing on (Y/n), but immediately overpowering himself, slowly pushed back from the girl, interrupting the kiss.

“I love you, (Y/n)” George quietly whispered right into (Y/n)’s lips, not yet ready to let her go.

“I love you more, George,” the girl babbled just as silently, feeling how the Weasley began to slowly sway to the rhythm of the song, dragging her along.

I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now.