𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐃𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 || 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬

Your cheers were loud from the Gryffindor stand in hope your two amazing boyfriends–Fred and George Weasley–would hear you, of course, they both send you the ocassional smirk along side a wink. But, what you want is another great victory for your house.

The battle between House Gryffindor and Slytherin continues.

Your eyes study the match as it progresses–mostly landing on your two boyfriends–and the rest of the team. You watch as your boyfriends younger brother–Ronald–makes the final goal, winning the match for the Gryffindors, the Gryffindor stands cheer louder than before–people hugging and smiling at the sight of their team winning.

You quickly leave the stands, running to the locker room of where the twins lie.

"[First Name]!" Your two boyfriends shout in unison, George quickly runs over and kisses your temple–Fred walks over and hugs you.

You smile at both of them, "You guys did so well!" You say proudly, happy that the two of them were able to win the match for your house–even if it techincally was their younger brother who won.

"Thank you, love." Fred says then hugs you tighter and kisses your other temple, you then notice George has a slight blush on his cheeks–even if he usually does this it seems... unusual.

"Are you alright, George?" You ask concern, without another word he grabs your hand then drags you to secret room in the locker room–Fred smirks and follows.

You look confused as you stumble into the hidden room, "George? Fred? What are you two doing?"

"Oh nothing, baby." George smirks then cups your chin with his curled index finger–you're now looking up at him.

"Fred?" You call out, but, then you feel his large hands on your hips, his hard pulsing cock pushed against your clothed ass. Your cheeks instantly flush, you then attempt to look over your shoulder but George's finger stops you.

"Eyes on me, babe." George smirks then connects your lips in rough passionate kiss, Fred bucks his hips against your rear and you whimper into the kiss.
Fred's grip on his hips tighten–you feel his bulge size grow, its now aching against your backside. 

When the kiss with George breaks you have to take a long gasp of air, you then feel his lips connect against your neck, Fred's hand creeps into your skirts waistband.
"W-Wait..." You whimper.

Both of them halt your movements, "Yes?" They ask in unison.

"Were going to need lubricant..." You mumble, you see George smirk then Fred lifts his index and middle fingers to your lips.
"Suck, love." He commands, you open your mouth–covering his two fingers in your slick saliva. George watches you two with amusement.

"Good job, princess." Fred says, you moan softly at the praise, his hands then trail down to your hole, circling the tight muscle.

"F-Fred?" You ask, a bit confused at why he's going to the other hole.

"Hm?" Fred asks, George is watching, his hands trailing up to your breasts and toying with your nipples through your thin white blouse and bra.

"That's not-"

"It is the right one, were both using you today, love." Fred replies, his lips connecting to your neck in a bite–marking and claiming your neck with love bites–bruising you red and purple.
Your cheeks flush even more, you then nod–Fred's index finger works into your tight asshole. A loud moan passes your lips as the finger curls inside of your tight hole—it's an unusual but phenomenal feeling.

George quickly connects your lips again—jealous that he was only watching. You then feel your nipples get pinched as Fred slides another lubricated finger into your tight muscle—Now pumping in and out of your hole—scissoring and curling his fingers.

"Fred!" You shout as you feel his large fingers inside of you, George grunts and cups your cheeks forcefully.
"Say my name, baby."

You smirk, "Fred! Oh! Please, there!" You shout, your voice echoing in the hidden locker room.

George glares then strips off your shirt, yanking off your tie then ripping off your thin blouse, unclasping your bra he connects his lips with your right breast, nibbling and licking your sensitive, hard nubs.

"G-George!" You moan, Fred's fingers increase in pace, George swirls his tongue around your nipple, his free hand moving to your left breast, pinching the other nub between his index and middle finger.

"Are you ready for me, love?" Fred whispers into your ear from behind, You nod. Fred kisses your neck, sliding down your Gryffindor skirt and panties in one swoop—your ass and cunt now exposed to both of your ginger boyfriends.
Fred quickly alines himself with your rear, allowing the head of his cock to slowly slide into you, a moan passes your lips but it was quickly cut off by Georges mouth in a deep passionate kiss. His left hand not leaving your nipple.

George soon pulls back from the kiss, his movements now assaulting your jaw in deep kisses and love bites—now leaving your neck an even deeper shade of red and purple.

You then feel Fred's full length slide into your ass, filling you to the brim with his long cock. You then feel a finger at your clit—Your gaze directs to over your shoulder, Freds index finger rubbing your front half.

"Come on princess." George says before sliding a finger into your tight cunt.
Your gaze is instantly directed back towards him, Fred's pace on fucking your tight hole not slowing down as George fingers your pussy.

"P-Please!" You moan, both of the males smirk, George slides in a second finger into your core.

"You want more, baby?" George asks.

"Yes! Please!"

"Why? Am I not enough, love?" Fred teases, bucking his hips up further—hitting you in just the right spot with his cock—a loud moan passes your lips.

"I.. I just need more! Both of you!" You plea, begging for both of their dicks at once.

Fred smirks and bites your neck again, George alines his cock with your cunt, Fred starts to fuck your hole faster—George slides his cock into you.

A loud pornographic moan escapes your throat, you can feel both of the boys cock twitch inside of you.

"We love you." The gingers say in unison, You feel Fred's thrust become frantic.

"Fred, baby, cum in me." You say between moans and gasps.

Fred whimpers, grasping your hips tightly then releases his seed deep within your hole.
George moans at the sight, he pounds harder into your tight, wet cunt before cumming inside of your folds.

"You did so well, baby." George kisses your temple then slides out—Fred soon does the same, their seed leaking out of both your hole and your cunt. Fred chuckles and lifts you up bridal style.
"Let's shower, love?"

You nod, your arms around his neck as you tremble from overstimulation.

The two of them carry you to the now empty locker room showers—cleaning you off with a loofah—occasionally laughing at their cum that falls from your holes—even with the jokes and roughness of their sex, you loved the two boys and their amazing aftercare for you.