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your mind was blissfully empty. drool was slipping from your mouth as moan after moan escaped your lips. the reason? george weasley had you face down, ass up as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

you words were beginning to slur. "ngh — s'good, s'fucking good."

"yeah?" asked george, his voice dripping with pride. "i know it is."

george only had one finger inside you, but one was was enough. long and thick, he was curving it perfectly to hit the right spot, over and over. you tried to rock your hips back, but a slap to your ass made you reconsider. george soothed the red skin down, chuckling. "i'm in charge, darlin', don't forget it."

"need mo — more!" you gasp out, head tilting back to look at him.

"more?" he echoed. "greedy girl. already dripping down my whole hand."

george might've been teasing you, but he was also never one to deny your pleasure. which is why a minute later, you felt his thumb press onto your clit as another finger breached your entrance.

you let out a strangled groan. "please, please, please, yes! thank you — fuucckkk — thank you, georgie."

george shoved your head back down, muffling your voice and keeping a firm hand there. "keep it down, will you? don't wanna wake someone up. can't have everyone knowing you love getting fingered like a slut."

you nodded, feeling a little pathetic by how wet you are. george's fingers move faster and faster, filling the room with an obscene squelching sound. your thighs were beginning to tremble, threatening to give out, but george's voice snaps like a warning: "don't you dare. i've been doing all the work anyway, all you have to do is sit there and take it."

you nearly wail as his fingers slip out of you, flipping you over. your eyes meet his chocolate ones, and they darken even more as he takes in your state. tears are rolling down your cheeks, panting in small puffs. he leans down and places a soft kiss to your temple. "you're a bloody vision, sweetheart. lookin' all fucked out and i haven't even given you my cock yet."

you pouted up at him. "needa cum, georgie, please, fill me up again!"

he looked over your body almost scientifically as he pulled a pillow under your hips, elevating them. "gotta do something about your damn mouth, though... keep you quiet."

you bit your lip as you took his other hand to your mouth and sucked on his fingers. he seemed satisfied as he pushed them deeper into your mouth. "that'll do it. suck them like it's my cock. fuckin' cockwhore. maybe next time fred can keep your mouth busy."

you spread your legs wider, showing him how your entrance clenched, and his eyes darkened. without any warning, he plunged his fingers back inside. three long, veiny fingers were splitting you open. every thrust of them was hitting just the right spot, causing your vision to whiten and eyes to flutter closed.

"mhm, don't stop!" you said, voice warbled around his fingers. spit was escaping from the corner of your mouth, dripping down your tits as you tweaked and pinched your nippes.

"can feel your pussy squeezing me sooo tight." said george triumphantly. "gonna cum? go ahead, soak my fingers."

that was all you needed as your body writhed around the bed, waves and waves of pleasure rolling over you. you could feel electricity tingling to your fingertips, toes curling. george's assault never stopped, his fingers moving faster and bordering on overstimulation.

it was only when you finally collapsed, tired, did george pull out his fingers, licking each one theatrically while his eyes were raking over your body. he was nowhere near finished with you.

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☆ george weasley x reader

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☆ warnings: nothing, just fluff!

In which George Weasley doesn't have the patience for making pancakes the muggle way.

"It says here we need to crack three eggs." You furrowed your brows, trying to decipher your mother's handwriting. You had been spending the summer holidays living at the Burrow with your boyfriend George, and decided to surprise the Weasleys with your favorite homemade pancakes.

"I just don't see why we can't do this the normal way," your boyfriend whined next to you, trying his best to crack an egg over the bowl without letting any eggshells fall in. You couldn't help suppress a laugh when you saw half of the eggshell swimming around in the batter. The truth was you could have used magic to make these pancakes in a matter of seconds, but seeing George struggle and complain about the most basic tasks brought you inexplicable joy. He looked so adorable with his cheeks puffed out in concentration and his hair a frazzled mess from running his hand through it in frustration.

"This is the normal way, my love." You gave him a peck on the cheeks, hoping to motivate him. Sighing, he fished out the eggshells from the bowl and grimaced at the slimy feeling on his fingers.

"Now, I just need to find a medium-sized pan," you looked around, trying to see through the clutter of pots and pans lying around the kitchen. "You just keep stirring the batter until it's perfectly smooth, Georgie."

George grabbed the whisk and looked over at you. He found it endearing how you were wearing his shorts, which were folded over multiple times to stop them from falling down. Stuck in admiration for you, he forgot all about the instructions you told him. He looked to the batter and then back to you. Seizing the opportunity of you being distracted by searching for the right pan, he pulled out his wand from his back pocket. With a quick flick of his wand, the batter became smooth, not a single lump floating around. Hurriedly he hid his wand as you approached him, pan in hand.

You gasped; the batter was perfect and had the exact color and consistency you remembered from your childhood.

"Oh, Georgie," you grabbed his face and planted hundreds of tiny kisses all over, "it's perfect!"

A very red George Weasley scratched his head, flustered by the unexpected morning affection, but a pang of guilt stirred in his chest. You poured the batter onto the pan and watched it turn into the most perfect golden brown pancakes. You were jumping up and down, happy that you both managed to make pancakes the muggle way without any errors, but your boyfriend did not seem to share the same enthusiasm. Looking closely at his expression, you could see that he looked like a child who knew he did something wrong. When George took the plates with over to the table, you saw something poking out from under his shirt.

"George Weasley"—you never used his full name unless you were about to scold him, and something about your tone made him freeze in his spot.

"You used magic, didn't you?"

"No," he slowly turned to face you, guilt written all over his face.

"You are a terrible liar."

"A terribly cute one, at least?"

Typical of George to throw in a joke at the most inappropriate time. However, you did admire his ability to make light of any situation, and you tried your best to hide your smile. He slowly made his way towards you, a sheepish grin on his face.

"I'm really disappointed," you mumbled, although you did not sound like you meant it. The way he was holding your waist, pressing you so close against his chest made you forget all about your disappointment. His nose rubbed against yours, and with the faintest whisper he replied,