weasley twins one shots

two can play at this game // george weasley

Summary: George is feeling rather cheeky and victorious. Lucky for you, you're the one he goes to.

Warnings: uhhhh... heavy thirsting. sweaty george is a warning in and of itself.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: so i wasn't even gonna write this but thanks to my discord babes and our thirst chat i thought this needed to be written. apologies. but hope you all enjoy!

original link: https://harrysweasleys.tumblr.com/post/627187089556094976/two-can-play-at-this-game-gw

George knew exactly what he was doing.

The cheeky git always knew all the right ways to get you agitated and bothered. In the best ways, sure, but it was rather annoying.

Which is exactly what was going on as he rushed over to see you before you went up to your seat in the stands, his Quidditch uniform clinging tightly to his toned body, his robe billowing lightly in the spring breeze. The sun was beaming down onto his skin, his bright hair catching your attention immediately and illuminating his freckled face. The man was a charmer, no one could deny that.

"Ready for the game?" you asked, trying hard not to let your eyes rake his entire body. It was quite a challenge, to be honest. Those Quidditch robes just did something to you.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, "Course. Always am, aren't I?"

You hummed, nodding your head, "Rather confident, aren't you?"

He pretended to ponder on the question before he crossed his arms and nodded his head, "Of course."

Chuckling at his comment, you stood on your tip toes and pressed your lips against his. He uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on either side of your face, deepening the kiss and causing you to feel weak in the knees.

He always had a way of doing exactly that.

His lips were soft as they moved against yours, rendering your mind completely blank and leaving you utterly breathless as he pulled away. You wanted nothing more than to lean in once again and never break away, but you could hear Angelina shouting for him in the background. Way to cut the moment short.

"See you after the game, yeah?" he winked, pressing his lips to yours for another quick kiss before he ran off to the tent. You sighed as you watched his retreating form, longing to be close to him again so you could drag him away somewhere private.

Stupid George Weasley and his stupid good looks.

You made your way up to the stands and found your usual seat, not even focusing on the cheering students around you. The sun was incredibly warm beating down on your skin — perfect Quidditch weather. You were feeling quite warm, but you couldn't tell if it was from the sun or from watching George make his way onto the field, his sleeves rolled up above his elbows. He knew that got you every time, and you knew he was doing it on purpose.

The game started shortly after, Gryffindor and Slytherin both clearly pouring their heart and souls into the match. You got into the mood of the game, loudly cheering on your house and jumping up whenever one of the Chasers would score a goal. The pride only elevated when the game ended victoriously for Gryffindor. And of course, it was always nice to knock Slytherin down a peg. But most of all, George was always feeling rather cheeky after a win — that was something to look forward to.

You sat in your seat, a large smile on your face as you watched the Gryffindor team gather in the middle of the pitch, their smiles wider than yours and their cheers probably loud enough to be heard all the way back in the castle.