Wonder Wizards (Fred/George Weasley x Reader)

Wicked

Content warning- smut

You stretched your arms up and rubbed your eyes as you awoke, your limbs feeling heavy and sore. Fred was snoring quietly on his back next to you, his mouth dropped open with his forearm resting across his brow-bone covering his eyes. George was facing the other way, his shoulders rising and falling as he slept.

When you fully came round from your slumber, memories of last night swarmed your mind, making you crawl out of bed in a panic. The twins didn't wake, still breathing deeply sound asleep. You attempted to step round the air mattress but a shooting pain ran through your core. You let out a suppressed pained cry, trying to stay quiet so you didn't wake the boys.

You had to squat, clutching your nether regions with one hand resting on the arm of the couch in support. Your core felt red raw, an intense stinging feeling like a friction burn running through it every time you tried to stand up. You inhaled through your nose and exhaled through your teeth as you stood up and collapsed onto the sofa.

Sitting down did not feel good either, having to stretch out spread eagle so you did not have to put pressure on down there. George stirred in his sleep, you saw him groan as he turned over to where you were laying, reaching to put his arm around your now empty space.

You watched as he fluttered his eyes open, lifting his head a little off the pillow once he realised you were no longer there. You tapped him on the head, "I'm up here, Georgie". He smiled once his eyes met yours, "I thought you'd left" he said with his deep morning voice. You had never heard how the twins sounded when they first woke up, but you could listen to that voice on a never-ending loop.

He scanned your body and an amused expression spread across his face, "What are you laying like that for?". You rubbed your eyes, almost embarrassed to answer him. "Because... you two were a bit rough with me last night and now I am really sore". He sat up and rubbed your leg lovingly, "Do you want an ice pack? A hot water bottle? Tea?" he asked.

"An ice pack and tea sounds amazing. I'd get it myself but I don't think I can make it that far", you said with a smile. George told you to not be so silly, that it was their fault you were in such a state in the first place, the least he could do was care for you after. He yawned and stretched his arms out, his muscles flexing. You stared at him, looking away and blushing when he caught you.

"Oi Fred, get up" he said as he kicked his brother in the side. Fred grumbled, turning to face away from you both and curling up whilst telling George to "Bugger off". George kicked him again in the back this time, earning a pillow to the face as Fred resisted getting up.

"I'll make sure he's up", you said to George. "Oh and milky with plenty of sugar!" you reminded him of how you liked your tea just before he walked into the kitchen. "You'll get what you're given!" he called back.

You turned your attention to a still sleeping Fred. "Frederickkk" you sang softly, just able to tap the back of his head with your toes. He wafted his hand behind him narrowly missing your foot, letting out a frustrated huff. You giggled and pushed your toes against his head again, making him whine in annoyance. "Freddieee, you need to get up".

"No I don't!" he said, his voice deep and croaky. You went to prod him again, except he was able to snatch your foot and pull you off the sofa onto the mattress. "OUCH!" you yelped, as a huge shooting pain rippled through your body. "Oh shit. Are you alright, Y/N?" Fred asked, concerned, he turned over with his top half over you. "No.. i'm not actually" you strained.

His eyes trailed down your body to see that you were squeezing your thighs together, "Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry" he said upon realisation. "I feel like you two are apologising to me a lot lately" you said, still straining, the stinging feeling subsiding. "We're doing a lot to apologise for, it seems," he replied grimacing, baring his teeth as if he could imagine the pain.