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George Weasley x Female Reader

Words: 1,856.

Warnings: Smut18+, Male Performing Oral, Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse, Fingering, Handjob, Dom!George, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk. Fluff. All the good stuff really.

A/n: This is for @buckystrenchcoat smut plot prompts - 6.George fucking you roughly in your wedding dress. - I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it!

The day was finally here.

In two hours, I would officially be Y/n Weasley. It wouldn’t just be a fake name scribbled in the back of my potions textbook, it would legally be my name.

Throughout the morning my stomach was unsettled, butterflies fluttering around, my breathing uneven and my mind focused on one thing.

George.

Last night was the first night in almost three years that we hadn’t spent together. It was a little odd and I didn’t sleep much, but perhaps that was the nerves more than an absent George.

I look over my reflection in the mirror, hair prefect, exactly how I had pictured it.

Make up - flawless and my dress hugged all the right places with enough swish in the skirt to feel free while dancing.

“Y/n, is there anything we can get you?” My mother asks, her sweet reassuring smile slightly calming my hammering heart.

“Would it be awful of me to ask for half an hour to myself?” I look over at Ginny and Hermione, both of them with small smiles on their faces, my mother shaking her head.

“Of course not dear, I suppose you might want this.” My mother turns to her bag, pulling out my dark red diary from high school.

‘Y/n’s you will be hexed if read’ scratched into the front cover.

“Mum, where did you find this?” I turn the book over in my hands, taking in the worn leather cover, splats of different nail polishes hardened against the back.

“You left it behind when you moved out with George, guess you didn’t need it anymore.” My mother sniffles, holding a tissue to her eye as she smiles at me. “You aren’t a little girl anymore, I’m so proud of the woman you’ve become.” I sniffle in response to my mum, feeling tears prick my eyes as we both chuckle at each other before sharing an embrace.

“I love you.”

“I love you sweetheart.” My mum places both of her hands on my cheeks, smiling wide at me. “We must stop this at once, we don’t want to ruin your makeup.” I laugh at my mum’s change before nodding.

“We will leave you be, call us if you need anything.”

“Yeah, we will make sure that everything is set up correctly.”

I smile at Ginny and Hermione, quickly embracing them and thanking them for being with me.

Once the three of them leave, the room is quiet.

Comforting.

A sigh passes my lips as I sit down on the small couch, grabbing my diary and flipping through it.

‘George Weasley asked me to be his girlfriend today. Me! How could I not say yes, I would be a fool not to. I can’t believe he liked me back, mum was right. She always is.’

‘Y/n and George Weasley - has a nice ring to it’

I scrunch my nose up, cringing at my past self. A smile creeping across my lips.

Before I can continue through the pages, the door abruptly opens. I gasp at the intruder, watching as George swiftly locks the door behind him.

“Wow.” George’s eyes rack down my body, drinking in my appearance as I look over him.

His white button up tailored to his body, black suspenders hugging his shoulders and perfectly ironed dress pants.

“Wow yourself, but George, you can’t be in here.”

I meet him in the middle of the room, his hands instinctively falling to my waist, my fingers looping under his suspenders.

“Why’s that? This is my soon to be wife’s room right? or am I mistaken?” George smirks at me as I roll my eyes, shaking my head.

“It’s not the tradition we agreed on.”

“Maybe we can break tradition.” His whispered words cause goosebumps to fill my skin, I know George and I know what he’s wanting. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it to.

“You look stunning baby.” His lips fall to my neck, placing delicate kisses to my warm skin.

“Feel what you’re doing to me.” George grabs my hand, placing it against his clothed cock that’s now straining against the fabric of his pants. A soft whimper escapes my lips, feeling his cocky smirk against my skin. He knows the power he holds over me.

I quickly fumble with his belt, attempting to free his cock before he stops me. His hand under my chin, our eyes locking together. I stand on my tippy toes, closing the gap between us, our lips smashing against each other. Hunger and need is evident between us. His hands grip my boobs, kissing down my jaw and sucking on my exposed cleavage.

“You’re leaving this on.” His finger trails over the fabric covering my breasts. “I want you to walk down the aisle with my cum dripping down your thighs.” My breath hitches at his words, his eyes dark with lust, a mischievous smirk on his face.

I pull him against me using his suspenders, his lips crashing against mine as our tongues fight for dominance. George’s hands fall behind my thighs, picking me up and placing me on the make up desk. We fumble around each other, my hands working on his pants, his falling under the fabric of my dress.

“No panties?” George asks, his eyebrows knitted together.

“It was the easiest option.” George smirks at me, lightly slapping my now exposed pussy causing a hiss to fall from my lips.

“My wife, a hungry little cock whore.” I blush at his words, shaking my head.

“Not your wife yet.”

“But still my cock whore.”

I nod in response, palming George through his boxer briefs earning a soft moan to fall from his lips, adding fuel to the fire inside of me. I pump his dick, marveling at the sight before me, his head throwing back slightly, eyes closed, lips parted and a chorus of soft grunts and moans filling the air.

My body jolts when he slides his finger inside of me, my pussy instantly clenching around him.

“Mmm, she knows who she belongs to.”

I bite my lip, trying to muffle the moans that escape me. George added a second finger to my dripping core, curling them inside of me, stroking all the right places. George falls to his knees, his lips attaching to my clit as I gasp for air, shocked at the sudden change.

Not complaining in the slightest.

I tug at his hair, his moan vibrating my sensitive skin, the sound of his tongue lapping at my wetness causing a shiver to run up my spine. His fingers continue to work in and out of me, their pace changing from fast to slow with every fourth stroke. George’s lips suck on my clit, before swirling around the nub. My head falls back against the mirror, my hips grinding against his fingers and tongue. His hand falls to my waist, holding me down against the desk as he devours me, his tongue lapping at my core slowly, while his fingers pump hard and fast inside of me.

“George, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

My legs shake around him, his lips sucking my clit as I cum around his fingers. Spots appear on my vision, my breathing uneasy and my skin flushed. George pulls his fingers from my tight hole, a whimper escapes me at the feeling of being empty.

“Perfect.” My eyes roll back as George takes his fingers between his lips, sucking them clean.

“Fuck me George, please.”

“Oh, anything for you baby.” I reach out for him, a dark chuckle rumbling through his chest.

“Ass up.”

I quickly scramble to my feet, laying my chest against the desk, his warm hands rubbing the supple skin of my ass.

George’s fingers slip into my hair, pulling me up slightly, our eyes meeting in the reflection.

“Watch me fuck you.”

My mouth falls open at his request, nodding in response before we both moan loud. His cock sliding deep inside me with practiced ease.

“Fuck, so tight for me.”

“Only you.”

George winks at me, kissing up my exposed shoulder, biting on my earlobe.

“Good girl.” His hips thrust deep inside of me, my pleasured cry filling the air. His hips snap into mine, my eyes rolling back at the feeling of him inside of me, hitting all the right places.

Sounds of my wetness fill the air, George’s hand spanking my ass as I hiss.

“Eyes open.”

I shoot my eyes open, locking with his in the mirror. George smirks at me, looking down at where our bodies meet, hissing at the sight before him.

“You might not be able to walk down the aisle.”

I groan in response, pushing back against his thrust, attempting for him to go deeper.

George picks up his pace, his hands gripping my ass, spanking the skin every so often.

I watch George in the mirror, his face twisting with pleasure, his cheeks filling with colour, his mouth slightly agape, biting his lip every so often to muffle his moans. The sight of him lost in pleasure causes the band to tighten inside of me, which he notices.

“Hold it baby, I’m close, just a little more.”

I place my hands against the mirror for balance, his pace having picked up as he chases his high.

“Please let me cum.” I beg, feeling the warm tears prick my eyes, my body glistening with a sheen of sweat under the lights.

“Right there, fuck, cum baby.”

The coil inside of me breaks. My pussy sucking George in as I cum around his cock.

The warmth of his release shooting through me.

Our eyes lock one last time in the mirror, a proud smile on his lips, a love drunk one on mine.

“I love you.” George whispers, pulling his now softening cock out of me.

“I love you.”

We quickly fix our appearances. I look over myself in the mirror, touching up my eye make up and drying the tears, thankful that I can blame it on my mum’s moment before all of this if needed.

George’s eyes trail up and down my body, shaking his head. I tilt mine in response, trying to understand what could be wrong with my appearance.

“I just can’t believe this day is here, you’re going to be a Weasley.”

My heart swells at George’s words, goosebumps filling my skin.

“I’m going to be a Weasley.” I confirm.

George beams at me, quickly placing a kiss to my lips and walking to the door.

“Don’t let our mum’s know I was in here, they would kill me.” George chuckles as he opens the door, only to be met by Molly and my mum.

“Shit.” We say in unison, both of our mother’s rolling their eyes.

“One day, not even a day, a few hours.” Molly tuts, looking over at my mum.

“What are we going to do with you two.”

George smiles at me, before squeezing past the mothers and dashing away from the scene.

“Ready love?”

I take a deep breath, looking down at my engagement ring, the diamonds sparkling in the light.

“Definitely.”

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