Redhead || George x reader || y/n Lestrange

Chapter 25

TW: slight smut. Well, maybe a little mild smut. Medium smut. A good amount of smut, so if you like that, enjoy :)

You left the living room and stuck up the stairs into George's bedroom, George following behind you. You both entered, George closing the door behind you as you turned to face him.

"Hello, homeschool."

"Ginger."

You grabbed him by the collar and thrusted his lips against yours. He melted into you against the wall, kissing you deeper and deeper after each parting. He slowly pulled away from you, and looked deep into your eyes. Well, he tried to. It was very dark. He cupped his hand against your cheek, and rubbed his thumb across your face affectionately. You kissed his palm. He dove into your neck, and kissed you up and down. Your head fell back slowly, and your knees began to weaken with each kiss. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him close. He slowly moved onto your cheeks, then your forehead, your eyes, your nose, and one kiss in your chin before he made his way back to your lips.

"My god he's a fantastic kisser."

You wanted to say out loud, but you couldn't even find the words in between kisses. All you could manage where quiet sighs. Until, he wrapped his one arms around your waist to pull you in closer, and used his other hand to hold up yours, intertwining your fingers. He then slowly made his way down your neck, your chest, and finally around your breast. That was when a quiet moan escaped you. He stopped and stood back up.

"It felt that good then?" He cockily smiled and went in to kiss you again, but you stopped him.

"Your turn."

"Oh-" you gently pushed him against the other wall and began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the bottom and working your way up. He was significantly taller than you after all. You knelt down on your knees and kissed his v muscle, gently kissing the bone. Until you began to stand up and kiss all along his torso. You made his way up to his collarbone, and he finished the job of taking of his shirt. He was getting desperate. He dropped his shirt next to you and lifted you up by the thigh, wrapping your legs around his torso.

"Strong man you are, Weasley." You whispered into his ear. He kissed you even more passionately, and gently dropped you onto the bed, he on top of you.

"I know."