Requested/About: "I hi can I get an fic with prompts 3, 4 and 5 were the George pulls a prank on the reader and her shirt gets wet so she borrows Neville's sweater ( cuz they're like super close besties ) so George gets a bit jelly and offers his clothes and gets all cheeky and idk if u write smut but if you do can u include just a really passionate " ur mine nobody else can have you but me " type of smut"
Warnings: fluff, swearing, and smut, fem oral receiving, squirting, a jealous and possessive George.
Prompt 3: "Let me help, sweetheart"
Prompt 4: You blushed, hiding your face with your long sleeves.
Prompt 5: "You're wearing his clothes now?!"
Sitting in the second-floor girl's toilets, you were glad that Myrtle wasn't there for once - being able to read and study for your exams in silence; that was until Fred and George came waltzing in.
"What you doing sitting in here, love?" George asked, messing around with Fred.
"Trying to study, alone and in silence" you replied to your boyfriend, trying to read the last sentence over again. "You shouldn't be in here anyway."
"You hear that Georgie? She wants to be left alone" Fred chirped up, poking more fun.
You honestly couldn't be doing with it today, as much as you loved to be involved with their pranks, you needed to get your head down and study.
George walked around the bathroom, tapping his wand on all the taps and walked over to you. Bending down beside you, you felt a splatter all over your hands and your book.
Tearing your eyes away from your study material you felt rage surge within you, ink had coated your jumper and book.
"George, can you not today, please?" You sighed, standing up and walking over to the taps.
Before George could warn you, you twisted the knob and water burst out with incredible speed, drenching you from neck to waist. You could hear the twins cackle behind you, you shot them both glare and ignored George's apology.
"Let me help, sweetheart" George said softly, trying to help you get out of your wet clothes.
You slapped his hand away and stormed off.
George followed you quietly, not wanting to piss you off even more if you knew he was chasing you.
Storming into the common room, your best friend Neville looked up from his herbology book and his face dropped. He closed the book and walked over to you.
"Y/N are you alright? You.. your shirts all wet.."
You shivered and shook your head "my boyfriend and his idiot brother thought it would be a good idea to wind me up today"
Neville frowned and took his jumper off which was black, white and grey, covered in the cutest little patterns.
He handed it over to you. "You can wear mine" he smiled, blushing ever so slightly.
You smiled warmly, taking the beautiful jumper from him and hugged him tightly.
Pulling away from the hug you tried on the jumper, it was a little too big due to the height difference but you loved the oversized look and feel, knowing it would keep you warm.
"Are you sure it's not too big?" Neville asked, almost laughing at the adorable sight of you.
You blushed, hiding your face with your long sleeves. "It's perfect, thank you so much, Neville, really."
Hearing George clear his throat behind you, Neville looked nervous "I guess I'll get back to my book then"
You waved goodbye and headed off to your dorm room, George followed behind you, his eyes burning into the back of Neville's jumper.
Entering your empty dorm room you placed your bag onto the bed and sat down, nuzzling into the sweater.
"You're wearing his clothes now?!" George snapped at you, getting jealous at the sight of you in another guys clothes.
"He's my best friend, George. He offered before you did and I accepted." You replied gloomily, taking out a book and flicking through the pages.
George tried to make an effort, feeling a little annoyed that he didn't offer you his clothes first. "Hey, I tried to help before!"
"That was getting me out of my clothes, George." You raised your eyebrows at him.
"Do you want my scarf from the World Cup, love? It'll keep your neck warm and stop it from getting stiff from the water."
George was really trying now and you felt like toying with him because of how he embarrassed you earlier.
You shook your head "Don't need it, I'm sure Neville's is a better fit." You teased with a smirk, getting your own back on him.
George's face flashed with thunder, his hands making fists and getting white at the knuckles. He walked away from you, pondering around the room.
"So is this what it's about? You'd rather wear his clothes than your own boyfriends?" George asked, angrily.
You sighed and closed your book, you knew George would get jealous but you didn't know he'd react this bad.
"No George, I-"
Before you could finish, George cut you off with his lips, kissing you angrily and pinning you down on the bed. Pulling away from the kiss you tried to catch your breath, but George had no time to waste, he pulled Neville's jumper off you and tossed it aside.
"You're mine." George reminded you, lightning flashing in his eyes "nobody else can have you but me"
You nodded your head in agreement, feeling yourself get quite intimidated yet turned on from George's possessiveness.
"Who do you belong to?" George asked, his hand going under your skirt and up your thighs, eventually making their way inside your knickers.
You stuttered against George's touch, his fingers stroking your clit.
"You— I belong to you." You replied, suppressing a moan.
George told you to pull down your skirt and knickers, you did what you were told and laid down on the bed staring at him as he dived between your legs.
The covers hid George and your lower body, you lifted the covers up and looked down at George, he shot you a hungry glance.
Quickly placing a hand over your mouth you moaned out in pleasure, George eating you out, his tongue switching between flicking against your clit and long gentle strokes.
His two fingers pumped in and out of you at the same time, one of your hands tangled in George's hair and your moans - a symphony to his ears.
"Oh, George" you moaned out, pulling the covers off him, getting too hot.
"That's it" George muttered, "you're moaning my name baby, no one else's."
George added another finger, pumping in and out of you even faster, his tongue flicking even faster on your most sensitive area.
"George, you make me feel so good!"
George smirked at your reaction and started to suck gently on your clit, his fingers inside of you repeating the 'come here' motion. All of this - the pleasure - just kept more and more intense, you were thankful for the lock on the door but no matter what soundproofing you used, it wouldn't be enough.
Your back started to arch as you got closer to your orgasm, your hands tugging at George's hair even more. The pressure inside of you began to build up and you could feel a new sensation you had never felt before in your life.
"No one else can do this to you" George muttered again, the possessiveness still in his voice and his hot breath beaming down upon you.
"Oh fuck George, no one but you" you mentioned.
Your moans made George hard in his pants, he got even more excited and felt so good about himself knowing that he was finger fucking you, eating your pussy, making you moan his name and getting close to cumming.
"Don't fight it, love, relax, let it out," George mumbled in-between licks.
Doing what you were told, you laid back, relaxed and the pressure of your upcoming orgasm finally broke through.
Like the taps in the girl's toilets, liquid came squirting out from within you, soaking your bedding and George.
Feeling yourself go red in the face from shyness and embarrassment, you tried to grab one of your pillows to hide behind but George stopped you. You had never done such a thing before - no one had been able to make you.
"Don't hide away love" George smirked "I think it's fucking hot."
Getting yourselves and your bed cleaned up, you went to pick up Neville's jumper to pop back on but George stopped you, handing you his.
"I'm sorry for earlier" he apologised sincerely "but the only guy's clothes you should be wearing is mine."