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Mine [18+ GeorgeNotFound x Reader]

Hi guys! This is another GeorgeNotFound x Reader one shot that was requested by Anonymous! Disclaimer: This story contains NSFW content in which the characters engage in sexual activities and is intended for mature (18+) audiences! That being said, I hope you guys enjoy and as always, requests are open and you can send them in here! (This is a George x Female Reader one shot by the way!) [: — Froggie♡

Mine 

(I highly suggest listening to the song Mine by awfultune while reading this, as I was listening to it while writing this!)

It started like this: You and George were next door neighbours growing up. You always found yourselves fighting with sticks that you would pretend were swords in his tree house, or travelling the neighourhood on your bicycles in search of any new land to conquer. And since you were neighbours, that also meant the two of you went to the same school. Throughout your whole elementary school years, the two of you were inseparable; attached at the hips, they would say.

It wasn’t until middle school when the two of you began to part ways. George wanted to hang out with the boys his age; “It’s embarrassing only hanging out with a girl, Y/N!” He would say. And so you let him go. The bicycle rides came to an end, and you can’t remember the last time you stepped inside the treehouse. But that was okay; George was happy with his new friends, and you should be, too.

It continued like this: You and George haven’t talked in ages. The both of you were now in your senior year of high school, weeks away from graduating and all going your separate ways. Separate ways. 

“And so you all need to order your caps and gowns before this Friday so we get all the orders in!” Your principals voice rang throughout the auditorium. “It won’t be long until you’re all going your separate ways!”

And there it was again: separate ways. And as your eyes met a familiar brown pair that is sat rows away from you for just a split second, you realised that you were all too familiar with going separate ways.

It remains like this: It’s the last Saturday before graduation and you receive a text from an unknown number. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you unlocked your phone and examined the message.

Hey, is this Y/N?

Do you reply? Do you not reply? Maybe it’s just one of your girl friends who got a new number. So, you decide to reply with a casual: Yes (: Who’s this?

The text gets delivered and you wait. And wait. And wait. Until finally, an hour later, you get a reply back. 

This is George, I was wondering how you were doing. You read the reply over and over again, taking in every single word. There was no way this was really George, the two of you haven’t spoke in ages. Why is he just now reaching out?

You find yourself typing a reply, however, and hitting the send button as soon as you finish. I’m doing alright.. How are you?

And this time, you get a response almost instantly that read: I’m alright. You going to Dream’s party tonight? 

You bite at your lip as you read the text. You had been invited by Dream himself to attend this end-of-the-year party, but when he asked you told him it wasn’t your type of thing. But now... You feel like you had to be there. So, you texted George telling him you would be there and locked your phone again. You felt your heart begin to race with nervousness, but you quickly shrugged it off and began getting ready to go to this party.

You had to make sure you looked your best, you thought to yourself, and then paused. Looked your best? For who? For George? You shook your head at the intrusive thoughts, and continued to get dressed and ready for the night.

A little bit after 11:00pm, you find yourself examining your outfit and makeup in the mirror. And in all honesty--You thought you looked good. So, you grab your phone and keys and head outside to your car. You feel the nerves coming back as you begin driving to Dream’s house, and they only worsen the closer you get to the home.

When you arrive, the party had already been going on for about and hour. So, you find a parking spot that’s down the road a bit and get out. Even from down the road, you can hear the sound of bass from the music and the loud bickering of your peers. As you finally approach the front door after pushing past some of your classmates; you are met face to face with a drunken Dream, who of course was wearing some random mask he had from Halloween.

“Ohhh, Y/NNNN,” He slurred out, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into the crowded house. “Gogy was lookin’ for ya! Did you find him?” He spoke to you, breath lingering of alcohol. You scrunched your nose up a bit as you shook your head.

“No, I just got here!” You shouted to him over the loudness of the music mixed with yelling and singing. Dream then just pointing to the kitchen before removing his arm from around you and stumbling off to who knows where.

You slowly made you way to the kitchen; the feeling of not belonging filling your chest as you looked around at all of the people you knew but didn’t know all interacting with each other. And as soon as you entered the kitchen, your eyes met the familiar brown pair again.

You freeze in your spot as you watch the taller boy begin to make his way over to you, and you could tell from the way he stumbled a bit over his feet that he had been drinking, too.

“Y/N,” is the only thing he says as he now stands in front of you, mixed drink in hand and a grin on his red-bitten lips.

“George,” You reply back, raising an eyebrow at him as you examine him from head to toe. His dark brown hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, eyes and cheeks a bit red from drinking, and clout goggles hooked onto his shirt. He looks a mess, you thought to yourself.

“You look.. Stunning,” He tells you and you watch as his brown eyes now look your body up and down and then up again. “I’m glad you made it,” he then says, and you can’t tell if this is him or the alcohol talking.

“Well, thank you,” You say, a slight blush forming on your cheeks, “Why’re you so glad?” 

“Because I was hoping you’d like to catch up, you know, before we all go our separate ways.” And damnit, there it was again. It’s as if you can never escape it.

You slowly nod your head though, because you long for this; you’ve missed George so much. And you watch as his grin widens when you nod your head and he grabs a drink from the counter and pushes it into your hands before motioning for you to follow him.

And you do. You follow him as he pushes through the crowd of the first floor, you follow him up the stairs, and you follow him into an empty bedroom, where he stumbles over to unlock and open the window before taking a seat on a chair that was place in front of the bed.

“I hope you don’t mind, it’s just too fucking loud down there,” He laughs, and you slowly shake your head no as you take a seat on the bed. “So, Y/N? What’ve you been up to? What are your plans for after high school?” George asks you.

And you want to tell him how you’ve been missing and longing for him over the past years, but instead you go on about how you’ve joined the photography club your freshman year and have been in there ever since, and how you plan to go to a college an hour away from home to attend their photography program. You watch him listen and nod his head, and it seems as if he actually... cared.

And then it fell into a silence for a moment before George finally spoke up: “I’ve really missed you, Y/N.” And when he said that, the whole feeling in the room seemed to change. Your eyes locked onto George’s and you find yourself whispering, “I’ve really missed you, too, George..”

And now he’s standing from the chair, sitting his drink down on the desk, and making his way over to where you’re seated on the bed. He’s now standing in front of you, eyes glimmering and filled with... lust? Passion? Alcohol? You couldn’t put a name on it before he’s pressing you back onto the bed and joining you on the soft mattress.

You find yourself staring up at him, except this time you take in how beautiful this man was. His whiskey brown eyes that had a light to them, along with the dozens of light freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks, and the way his mouth was slightly gaped open, and the way that he smelt of a mixture of alcohol and musky cologne. 

————— SMUT STARTS HERE!  —————

You feel his hand push a strand of your hair out from in front of your face before he’s leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. It started off curiously; the two of your lips moving slowly together before George presses in; deepening the kiss and his hands moving to feel more of your body.

When he pulls away, it’s only to take a breath and ask you, “Is this okay?” He sounded like the George you used to know—always caring and not overstepping any boundaries. All you could do was nod, however, as it felt like your voice was stuck in your throat. Is this a dream? There’s no way this is happening. Your skin felt so hot wherever his hands touched, but it felt so good.

And you feel George shift and you watch as he adjusts so that he’s sitting up; hands moving from your body to quickly to slip his shirt off over his head. Your mouth falls open into an ‘o’ shape as you examine his naked torso sefishly, and you can’t help but run your hands down his chest; stopping only once your fingertips hit the top of his trousers.

A smirk play on the boy’s pink lips as he reaches down to slide your own shirt off; his eyes landing on your chest as he drops your shirt to the ground. You feel his hands move to caress your breasts in them; his thumbs brushing over the hardening nubs of your nipples. You couldn’t hold back the soft moan at the feeling and you visably watched George’s eyes darken at the sound.

“Holy shit, I want to hear that again,” George breathes out, leaning down to press kisses down your jawline and neck until he reaches your collarbone; nipping at the skin there to leave his marks.

You feel him press himself down between your thighs, and you could feel how aroused he was through the leggings you decided to wear to attend the party. As George continues to mark up your skin, you slowly run your hand down and between your two bodies to cup his half-hard cock in your hand, rubbing it through his trousers.

A low moan escapes his lips and vibrates against your neck as he does so, and George finally pulls away and scooches back on the bed to be able to pull your leggings off, as well as your panties, to leave you fully exposed. You watch his eyes look you up and down and up again, for the second time that night, but this time it was in a whole new light.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” He breathes out as his eyes continue to examine your naked body. He places his hands on your inner thighs to push them apart, and he makes eye contact with you before dipping his head down to drag his tongue between the folds of your pussy. You clamp your thighs against his head at the feeling, carding a hand through his hair to grip his hair and give it a tug. The boy begins to lick and suck at your pussy before pressing his tongue inside of you, pressing his face in as close as possible to ensure his tongue is as far as it will go.

“George..” You moan brokenly, your eyes fluttering shut as he continues to eat you out. He then slowly pulls away after a few moments, lips coated with his spit and your juices.

“I can’t wait anymore, you look too beautiful,” He breathes out, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist before removing his own trousers and underwear. You take this sight of George in: You’ve never seen him in this light, and you never thought you ever would. You were about to thank him for his words, but before you could do so, you feel his fingers being placed between your folds and you gasp at the touch, another moan escaping your lips. 

George begins rubbing your clit slowly; massaging the nub for a moment before he presses a long finger inside you, slowly pumping it in and out before adding another. You can’t help but moan every time his fingers hit just the right spot every time he presses them in, and you watch as he spits down onto his dick before beginning to pump his own dick. You bite your lip roughly before pushing his hand away from himself and replacing it with your own, and you relish in the moan George lets out as you begin to jerk him off.

And, of course, right as you’re about to reach an orgasm, George’s fingers stop moving and he removes them; licking up your juices as he holds eye contact with you.

He then remove your hand from his dick, staring down at you with darkened, lustful brown eyes as he asks you one more time, “Is this okay?”

And you nod, because you don’t think you could ever resist this. You’re hands find their way to George’s hair; fingers curling in the soft, yet sweaty, locks and pulling his head down to yours again. This time you’re the one to kiss with the passion and hunger, your legs hooking around his hips as you try to draw him in.

Your lips part ever so slightly as you feel George’s hand slide between your two bodies to grip his dick once again, but this time to guide it inside of you. You couldn’t hold back the moan of George’s name as he slowly pressed himself inside you, and your hands began to rake your fingernails down his back.

“Jesus, Y/N,” George breathes lowly as he finally presses all the way inside. Suddenly, the two of you weren’t people going their separate ways anymore, but now were as close as two people can get.

You feel his lips back on your neck as he slowly begins to form a rhythm of thrusting in and out of you. It feels so good, you think, and when he began picking up speed with his thrusts, you began to let go.

“Oh, fuck, George!” You moan out, louder this time, and he moves so he can grip the headboard above your head to help him be able to fuck you harder and faster. You roughly drag your nails down his back, leaving your own marks on his pale skin, as you moan with every thrust.

“You’re such a good girl for me, Y/N,” He grunts out, looking down at you. He was roughly biting at his bottom lip, sweat dripping down his forehead and chest. “Such a good baby,”

It didn’t take long before that pooling feeling began to form in your lower stomach again, and with one last more of his thrusts that hit just the right spot, your back arched up as you screamed his name; your orgasm finally hitting and your hands moving up to pull at his hair again.

This only made George fuck you harder; thrusts slowly but hips snapping up against your own as he moaned out, “I’m gonna cum, baby,” And with one last jerk of his hips and his cock buried deep inside you; he came with a moan of your name.

All that could be heard was the sound of both of your heavy breathing, the music from the party disoriented in the background. George then began to slowly pull out of you, eyes on your pussy as he watches his own cum ooze out of you. He smirked at the sight, leaning down to capture your lips with his own one last time before he was standing up and telling you, “I’m going to get you a cloth,” before disappearing into what you presumed was an attatched bathroom.

And after a couple minutes, George returned with a wash cloth and helped you clean yourself up. Your thighs were shaking with overstimulation as he also helped you dress yourself, and one he was fully dressed himself, he found his way back onto the bed to lay down next to you.

You couldn’t tell if he was still drunk, but he offered you a sober-looking smile before reaching a hand out to push the hair out of your face once again before pulling you close again. And in this moment, it felt like as if he never left your side; as if he’s been around the whole time. And it was unspoken, but both of you knew there was a lot to talk about after this night was over and you both we completely sober. Like the topic that George didn’t think to use protection.

FIN