*George Weasley // Private, Not Secret

NSFW18+ ONLY ffs

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y/n stirred and tried to open her eyes, attempting to adjusting to the light streaming through the window of the burrow. her hand came up to her face to rub the sleep from her eyes to look at her surrounding. she was on a bed, the feeling of a warm presence behind her, the warm arm slung on her waist, soft exhales tickling the back of her neck. she was in a room - george's room. her heart raced at the realisation and last night's events hit her like a truck.

the weasley family hadn't been home last night, all of them out for a wedding of a close family relative. they would be staying all night at a hotel near the venue, just like the other guests. a destination wedding arthur had called it. george managed to escape the function by pretending to be sick; he was really not in the mood to meet his relatives, most of whom he didn't even know. since george was staying back, y/n decided to drop by which was questioned by none of the family members, as they knew how close y/n and george were since the first year and especially how close they got after the war.

"darling, are you sure about this? george gets awfully demanding when he's sick," molly, bless her soul, pleaded with y/n, while scrambling around the kitchen trying to find her purse. the service was to begin in the morning and they were already running late.

y/n walked to the cupboard and opened it, finding molly's purse that somehow managed to find home there. she handed it to her, "molly, trust me. i can handle this. nothing i haven't done before, anyway," y/n smiled softly at her concern, feeling a bit bad that george had lied to his mother.

molly softly sighed, taking the purse from her, "oh, my dear, you are such a sweetheart -"

"MUM, COME ON, WE'RE RUNNING LATE!" ron's voice rumbled through the front door and made his way to the two ladies, "mum, seriously we have to go — the ceremony has probably started,"

"alright, alright i'm coming!" molly grumbled and began to walk out the kitchen and the front door, where arthur and ginny were waiting impatienly, a portkey in front of them.

"finally! harry's been waiting for so long!" ginny whined. he was her date for the wedding and she was determined to make sure he would have a nice time.

y/n jogged slowly to ginny and gave her a side hug "don't worry about him. you have a nice time, gin," she smiled gratefully. y/n turned to the family, "all of you, enjoy. and be safe!" she added.

they all chorused their goodbyes, molly giving the girl soft kiss on the cheek and arthur an excited thumbs up. in the blink of an eye, they touched their portkey and disappeared.

"sometimes i think they love you more than me,"

george appeared at the front door, arms crossed and leaning against the frame, a soft smirk on his lips.

"i am pretty lovable," she said, grinning, walking towards him, "you know, you could've gone. instead you're stuck with me here,"

george playfully rolled his eyes. when y/n was close enough he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, "and miss the opportunity to spend quality time with you?"

she raised her eyebrows challengingly, "we always spend time together, idiot."

he bent forward and whispered hotly in her ear,"we don't get a lot of alone time," he paused, "besides, i just needed a reason so i can bend you over and-"

"george! jeez, buy me dinner first at least!"

george did have a point. ever since they started dating, which was shortly after the war, the two of them had barely got any time alone together. they had kept their relationship private, NOT a secret. they still remained as close as they used to be, and no one questioned it. but no one bothered to ask if they were together either.

"whatever my queen commands," george kissed her cheek and pulled her inside the house. the two of them danced in the kitchen to slow music; george twirling his girl around and her soft laughter ringing throughout the house, leaving a warm feeling in his chest. they cooked a hearty meal and sat close to each other at the table, y/n animatedly talking about her new job.

just a few hours before the sun began to set, y/n was getting ready to leave for the night when george cornered her against the kitchen counter, palms on either sides of her frame and softly kissing her jaw, "stay," his lips trailed down her neck and nipped her earlobe. and y/n, already feeling weak in her knees, complied.

a hot minute later, her and george stumbled into his room, lips locked, panting softly, clothes being pulled off haphazardly and the two bodies on fire. whatever plans y/n had about leaving to go home was swallowed up by george.

y/n slowly pulled away from the weasley boy, her heartbeat thumping so loudly she was scared he would wake up. she was supposed to leave yesterday, dammit. damn george weasley and his lips. she could feel george tighten his hold, but y/n managed to slip out of his hold and sit up. her eyes caught a stray shirt at the bottom of the bed. she snatched it and put it on, fingers shaking ever so slightly while she buttoned the oversized shirt.

godric, why was she on edge? and oh my god her thighs were shaking—

her face flushed at the memory of george's bare figure flush against her, hovering over her, coaxing her... probably tenth orgasm of the night.

merlins beard they'd been fucking all evening and night.

that didn't stop y/n from wanting more though, and apparently, neither george —

"come back, sweetheart," she felt his palm on her arm, stopping her actions. george's morning voice was so hot and low, y/n clenched her thighs and turned her head to look at her man. although he had just woken up, he was looking at her with such intensity and admiration, y/n smiled softly at him. his hair was messy, sticking out in all directions and his chest — oh my god his collarbones and neck were littered with marks. her eyes drifted lower, the thin sheet barely covering his hips. get a grip on yourself.

who was she kidding though, george had probably left twice the number of marks on her body. which would explain the ache on her thighs, and in betwen.

she shifted her gaze back to his, "george, i was supposed to leave yesterday. your parents will be back anytime now, i can't —"

george scoffed at her worrying and yanked her backwards, surged forward to grab her thighs and twisted her around so she was straddling him.

y/n yelped, letting a short laugh escape her, "GEORGE!" her legs were on either sides of his waist; she shifted gently, feeling her heat against his length.

she flushed at the position they were now in. george on the other hand looked quite smug at her reaction. his hand cradled her jaw while the other rubbed the marks on her thighs affectionately.

he reached upward and captured her lips in his, savouring her taste. he pulled back slightly, his eyes darkened and murmured against her kiss bruised lips, "how can i let you go when you're looking like that wearing my shirt?"

y/n breathed, folding so easy, "jesus, georgie, you can't say things like that,"

he hummed against her and kissed down her neck, his tongue tracing the hickeys. he tugged on the collar of the half buttoned shirt, letting it fall off her shoulder, exposing the swell of her breast. a quiet moan escaped her lips as she felt his hot breath against her sternum. his hand fell to her breast, his thumb rubbing the flesh affectionately.

"i love the sounds you make," he whispered, inhaling her scent. his cock twitched under her.

y/n smirked and pulled back, placing a hand on his bare chest pushing him back. she felt a surge of confidence as she pulled off his shirt from her body and lifted her hips up, dragging her wet cunt over his hardened length. george let out a strangled sound, but maintained his composure, quirking an eyebrow at her actions, "quit teasing, y/n."

she winked at him, dropping forward, her tits pressed against his chest. she kissed his eyebrow, muttering, "ask nicer."

george felt the warmth in his chest spread to the rest of his body, his blood eagerly heating up. he was still in control, he always was, even though she was straddling his hips; he could easily flip her over and sheath himself in her to fuck her senselessly. but george restrained. he liked seeing the glint in her eye and the cocky smile on her face. he especially liked seeing her above him. occasionally he let her have her fun. his chest beamed with pride.

he tilted his head and licked the shell of her ear, "ride me."

she pulled herself upright, satisfied with his response and grabbed his cock and sank down slowly, elliciting a sound between a gasp and moan from her parted lips. george looked up at her in amaze. one of his hands squeezed her waist and the other tugged at her hair, fingers curled around the base of her scalp, pulling gently.

when he saw her fucked out expression, lips parted, breathing deeply, eyes half closed from the pleasure, george had to stop himself from taking over. she really did look like a goddess, her head was tilted back and skin glistening from sweat, littered with marks from last night, her perfect tits swaying gently as she rocked her hips forward and her palms splayed out on george's chest, using it as leverage to bounce on his cock.

"george—" she moaned, feeling him hit all the sweet spots. she rolled her hips and felt tingles all over her body.

"come on, baby, that's it, fuck yourself on my cock," george cupped her jaw, thumb nudging her lower lip.

y/n nodded and picked up her pace, bouncing harder, the clap, clap, clap, of her arse hitting his thighs along with the slick sounds of her wet cunt echoed in the room.

when he felt her pace slow down, george's hand reached around and gave her arse a tight slap, urging her to continue. her cunt clenched dangerously tight, "you're riding me so well, baby, don't stop."

her head lolled ahead, her eyes meeting his, "georgie—"

george felt his chest was going to burst the way she was looking at him. godric, he really was the luckiest man on the planet.

he cupped her jaw with both his hands and sat up to meet her lips, "is my baby feeling tired?"

she nodded, resting her head against his. the ache in her thighs was tenfold now, there's no way she could go ahead anymore. on instinct, her arms grabbed his biceps to brace herself.

george pinched her thigh affectionately, "you did so well, baby, rode me so good,"

y/n purred at his words. he tightened his hold on the girl, squeezing her hips.

"eyes on me, baby," he bucked his hips up, fucking his cock into her wet cunt, the slick sliding down his balls and onto the sheets.

y/n moaned, a loud filthy sound that only made george's smirk deepen as he continued to thrust his hips upward, snapping them right into her, his cockhead deliciously hitting her cervix.

"taking — me — fuck — so — well —" he kept thrusting into her after every word, "fuck — so — tight," the bed creaked violently under them, but george couldn't be bothered. her pussy felt so warm and it felt like home.

y/n was so speechless she couldn't even say anything, just nodding her head blindly, the pleasure shooting up to her head, making everything so fuzzy. his eyes never left hers and the whole eye contact was making her go crazy. her body burned and ached for a release. she chased george's thrusts halfway, desperate. and george knew it. he knew her body like the back of his hand. he could always tell when she was close.

"gonna cum for me, baby?"

y/n nodded dumbly, thoroughly fucked out, though her eyes never left his.

"go on then, let me feel you fall apart on my cock," he growled, his hips picking up pace, and his deft fingers rubbing circles on her clit.

that sent her over the edge; she cried, her walls clenching around his cock, and when she closed her eyes - she saw white. her back arched so deeply, her finger nails grazed his biceps and shoulders, as she came undone around his cock, chanting his name like a mantra.

"fuck, baby, you're so perfect," george choked back a moan against her chest and thrust himself deeper into her pulsating cunt, his cock twitched as his cum spilled, painting her walls white.

she slumped against him as he panted against her shoulder, pressing a small kiss there. y/n hummed, too tired to move. george wrapped his arms around her and exhaled, content. he gently laid her down and turned to face her. she was already looking at him. she could feel his softening cock in her and his cum dribbling out of her spent hole.

she didn't want him to leave yet. he pulled out of her reluctantly, both of them hissing under their breaths. the two of them got comfortable, george resting against her chest, while drawing shapes on her stomach.

"still want to go home?" george smirked against her collarbone.

she didn't want to leave yet.

"your family's going to come back from the wedding any time now. i don't think they would want to see us naked in bed, i don't plan on traumatizing anyone," she taunted, brushing stray pieces of hair that was stuck to george's forehead from sweat.

george bit his lip, "not that, you genius. i meant, let them find out we're together. i doubt they would be surprised,"

her heart fluttered in her chest.

"okay," she finalised. george surged forward and kissed her, smiling like a love sick fool. he pulled away leaving her breathless.

"if you keep kissing me like that, we're never going to leave this room," she said, dazed.

george groaned and dropped his head on her shoulder, showering her neck with feather kisses, "would that be such a bad thing, now?"

y/n huffed a laugh and rubbed his back gently, "come on, georgie, let's make some breakfast,"

and thank merlin they both got out of the room (y/n albeit limping from their... activities over the past 12 hours), fully dressed in the next 20 minutes because as soon as they prepared the first batch of waffles, the whoosh followed by the continuous overlapping chatter from the front porch indicated that the weasleys had arrived.

they all poured into the house, and none of them batted an eye of surprise to y/n's presence in the burrow. ginny grinned brightly and rushed forward to hug her, "i missed you, i wish you and george came. i alone had to listen to aunty muriel yap about her son is getting married to an auror!"

ginny turned to george, who was standing next to y/n, muttering only so they could hear, "lucky bastard, you managed to get out of this one."

george seemed overly pleased with himself and ruffled his sister's hair, "it's called being a good actor,"

"it's also called using your own joke shop products," ginny whispered harshly, referring to their little gag product that tricks one into thinking a person is sick.

"skill issue, honestly." george stretched his arm behind y/n and inched closer to his girl. ginny stuck out her tongue at him.

"oh, please, ginny, you think you had it bad? that senile old woman was clinging onto my dress shirts like a damn vulture during the dance!" ron exasperated, plopping down on the dining room chair, stealing a waffle from the plate.

y/n chuckled knowingly, "i'm sure aunty muriel was very pleased to dance with you."

ginny cackled evily at ron's discomfort and rushed upstairs, eager to get into comfortable clothes.

"how was the wedding?" y/n smiled and asked molly and arthur.

"oh, dear y/n, it was so beautiful! molly cried during the ceremony! although, i will say that i really hope john becomes less uptight. merlin knows he needs to relax. did you see how tense he was?" arthur gravely replied and molly shook her head at her husband. as molly passed by, george pecked her cheek in greeting.

"and a marriage is going to fix john?" george laughed incredulously, who was standing awfully close to y/n, and his arm stretched behind her on the counter.

y/n leaned in closer to george and elbowed him gently, "hey, a woman can do wonders to a man!"

george looked down at her, his eyes softening and twinkling, a small smile tugging at his lips, "don't i know it."

y/n held his gaze and felt her heart melt. her expression mirrored his, feeling content.

the three weasleys in the room shared knowing glances at each other, an eyebrow raised in amusement; this was fairly new territory.

ron cleared his throat to get their attention, "george, you feeling better?"

their gazes snapped to ron, who almost felt bad for ruining their moment. none of them made a move to inch away from the other.

"i'm good. dr. y/n here nursed me back to health. never felt better, actually." george grinned, shooting a thumbs up to his family.

ron's eyes narrowed; there was no way he could prove george faked it, especially if y/n was in on it too. he grumbled under his breath and decided to let it go. these two seemed to be more comfortable than usual, and that made his heart smile. george needed this. hell, y/n needed this too.

arthur smiled softly at his son, exchanging a glance with his wife. they both shared the same sentiment as ron did and it relaxed them; y/n was practically family.

ginny joined them a second later and ate the waffles, while talking about how the last time she had seen everyone was for percy's wedding. ron, suddenly thinking of a way to mess with george, without missing a beat, teased, "although, you know there were a few elder folks asking for when the next weasley son will be getting married..."

y/n blushed while molly and arthur burst out laughing. ron barely missed the soggy waffle george flung at his head, "that was for embarrassing my girl infront of everyone, you twit."