Hogwarts Romance

The Other Twin

George Weasley x Fem! Reader
Warnings: NSFW! Fingering, unprotected sex, cursing. George being insecure.
A/N: Sorry this is kinda short. I've had this in my drafts for a while, I just get scared to post smut.

George knew it was a mistake to come to this party. He knew Fred would ditch him the minute he saw a cute girl and leave him all alone like so many times before. But even George couldn't resist the charm of his brother and he agreed to tag along against his better judgement. And unsurprisingly, he was left alone not even five minutes after their arrival.
Fred had spotted a target, patted George on the shoulder, and told him that he'd "be right back;"  they both knew they wouldn't see each other until morning.
George couldn't understand how easily Fred could get any girl he wanted while he was left with nobody. Not that George wanted a new girl every night, just one would do. One in particular, but he knew it'd never happen. Or at least that's what he believed.
He sighed, leaning up against a wall in the corner of the room, watching his twin work his magic. He rolled his eyes as the Ravenclaw girl giggled and bat her eyelashes much too dramatically. He averted his gaze, eyes falling on another girl across the room.
Y/N.
His heart skipped a beat as her eyes met his, and she smiled as recognition spread across her features. She hopped off of the windowsill she had been sitting in and began walking towards him. His heart began to pound in his chest as he realized the girl of his dreams was heading straight for him. He straightened his back as she finally settled herself in front of him a few seconds later.
"Hey," she said, smiling at him. Godric, her smile was so beautiful.
"H-hey," he stuttered, mentally cursing himself for the fumble. George had always been the shyer twin, and even more so when Fred was absent; but thankfully, Y/N didn't seem to be fazed by it.
"Whatcha doin' over here all by yourself?" She asked in a playful tone while touching his arm lightly, causing George's goosebumps to pop up on his skin.
"Not much, to be honest," George admitted, eyes settling on her lips involuntarily. "My brother ditched me already."
He watched her lips slip into a frown. "That wasn't very nice of him. But lucky for you, I happen to be great company."
George didn't doubt that for a second. He saw how lively she could get when she was around her friends; but he couldn't seem to understand why she wanted to spend time with him of all people.
She sidled up next to him, leaning back against the wall, mirroring his stance; and it took everything in him to not reach for the hand she let fall between them. A few minutes passed, mainly consisting of her talking and George listening, but that didn't mean he didn't contribute to the conversation. In fact, he found it very easy to talk to her and he was quite proud of himself for cracking a few jokes that made her laugh riotously. 
"Can you believe them?" She asked after a moment, pointing out all of the couples making out in plain view. "They have no shame," she giggled.
George laughed along with her, but in reality he wouldn't mind shoving her up against the wall and kissing her in front of all of his schoolmates either. He refrained from doing so, instead searching the room for his twin, who he found in the stairwell kissing the Ravenclaw girl he'd seen him with earlier. "And my brother is one of them," he said, pointing towards Fred.
Y/N's eyes found the spot George was pointing to and she laughed. "Of course he is." She turned her body to face him, studying his face for a moment. He blushed when their eyes met, and she moved a bit closer to him to whisper in his ear. "Maybe we should join in."
George's breath hitched, trying to comprehend her words, but got lost in the sweet scent of her perfume. "Whuh?" Was all he managed to say.
"Meaning," she continued, lips coming dangerously close to his. "You should kiss me."
Stunned, he searched her eyes for any hint of deception, but her expression was serious if not a bit seductive. At this he leaned the rest of the way down to her, pressing their lips together. George almost exploded from the sensation of her soft lips moving against his own, and he placed his hands on either side of her face, holding her in place as though she may disappear if he let go. She parted her lips, prompting him to let his tongue slip into her mouth, moaning quietly as he did so.
He hardened at the sound, and at the fact that she had pulled him impossibly close to her by his belt loops, grinding her hips against him. Her hands fell into his hair, tugging at it lightly, causing chills to run down his spine. Her lips fell away from his, making him groan in annoyance at the loss of contact, but he quickly realized that she was in need a breather. His lips craved more contact, however, and he dipped his head down to her neck, suckling on her soft skin.
"It's-" she panted, cutting herself off with a moan as he nipped at her neck. "Mmm, it- it's getting late. Will you walk me back to my dorm room?" She asked breathily.
George drew away slowly, hoping and praying that she was insinuating what he hoped she was. He nodded quickly as she took his hand, intertwining their fingers before quickly leading him out of the Room of Requirement and to her dorm. The door had barely closed behind them before she was kissing him again, and George found his hands snaking up into her shirt, unable to control the urge any longer.
She raised her arms immediately, letting George's fingertips ghost along her breasts before discarding her shirt. Once it hit the floor she leaped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her with ease, continuing to kiss her almost desperately as she ran her fingers through his hair, making a complete mess of his ginger locks.
He groaned into her mouth as she started to grind her hips against his stomach and he took a few steps forward towards her bed, laying her down gently. Y/N giggled as he fell on top of her, legs meeting behind his back to kick off her shoes. He followed her lead, kicking off his own shoes and sitting up to unbutton his shirt, well aware of the amused smirk on her face as she watched him.
"Damn," she whispered, sitting up to reach out and touch his abs. "Even better than I imagined."
George chuckled, "You've been imagining me shirtless?"
"Always," she stated boldly causing George to blush as she ran her fingers along his toned chest. "How could I not though? You're so damn sexy." George groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as her hand traveled down to the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning them with ease and slipping inside to palm him through his boxers. "So sexy," she muttered as his hips bucked into her hand. "And so big."
"Fuck, Y/N," he moaned, loving the praise she was giving him. His cock twitched in her hand and she smirked, stilling her movements and removing her hand from his pants. He whined at the lack of touch.
"Don't worry, I'm not done with you," she assured him, beginning to tug his jeans and boxers down his legs. "I just want these off."
After she'd thrown the rest of his clothing to the floor, he urged her to lay back down, crawling on top of her. "What if I want yours off too?" He growled in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine as he began to fiddle with the zipper on her jeans.
"Take them off," she suggested breathily, lifting her hips to allow him to pull her jeans and panties down her legs.
He ran his fingers along her thighs and over her hip bones, ghosting over her clit as he gazed at her in awe. She bucked her hips due to his touch, breathing heavily as his hands ran up her torso, stopping to tug at her bra straps. "This too," he said, pulling on one of the straps before letting it snap back into place. Y/N let out a soft whimper, sitting up quickly to unclasp her bra and throw it to the ground before resuming her reclining position.
George couldn't help but ogle her. He'd always thought she was gorgeous, but now that she was splayed out for him like this, he was convinced she was some form of a goddess. His hands rested on each of her breasts, running his thumbs along her erect nipples.
Her eyes fluttered closed in bliss while George leaned down, pressing his body against hers and grinding his hips against her. One of his hands fell away from her breast, traveling down to her core, smirking at how wet she was. Her breath hitched as his fingers met her clit and began rubbing soft circles into the sensitive flesh. She moaned as his lips attached to her nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
"Oh, Merlin," she moaned, as he slipped a finger into her core, her hips grinding into his hand. George was in utter disbelief that his crush of over three years was letting him touch her like this. But when George slipped a second finger in and she started to moan a word that started with an F, he suddenly realized something.
She hadn't once said his name all night; and to be honest, he was beginning to doubt whether she had the right twin or not. Was she about to say 'fuck?' Or something worse like 'Fred?' George had been so caught up in the moment that he'd neglected to think or to figure out whether it was really him that she wanted.
There had been incidents in the past where girls had wanted to be with him because they thought he was Fred. Was this one of those incidents?
The thoughts angered and disappointed him and he began to thrust his fingers into her at a harsh pace, curling them inside her as he bit her breast causing her to cry out. He wasn't trying to hurt her, but the thought that she probably thought he was his brother made him act rough. He bet she couldn't wait to tell her friends that she'd fucked Fred Weasley.
He should have pulled away from her then, but for some reason he couldn't seem to pry himself off of her. He'd wanted to be close to this girl for so long that he may just keep pretending to be Fred for her, no matter how much it angered him.
His thoughts were interrupted by her clenching around his fingers and his thumb began to rub rough circles into her clit while his fingers curled inside her, edging her closer to her orgasm, his other hand gripping her hip tight enough to leave bruises. She let out a loud moan and whimpered at his harsh movements, throwing her head back as she reached her climax.
"Oh, f-fuck, George!" She cried out, clutching onto his back tightly as her orgasm rocked through her. He froze at the outburst, removing his fingers as she settled back down. "What's wrong?" She asked, breathing heavily with worry filling her eyes as she noticed the look on George's face.
"W-what did you just call me?" He asked, quite honestly shocked to hear his name fall from her lips.
"What?"
"Did you just call me George?"
"Yeah, that's your name, isn't it?" She asked, knitting her eyebrows in confusion.
George laughed, "I was beginning to think you thought I was Fred."
"Why would I have thought you were Fred?"
"It's happened before," he admits. "Girls try to get with me because they think I'm Fred. They don't want George. When you hadn't said my name up until now, I thought..."
"George, that's awful," she said after he trailed off. "I'm sorry that happened to you. But I can assure you, I know exactly which twin you are. You're the sweeter, much sexier twin, and I want you."
George's heart swelled with affection, relaxing into her touch as she cupped his cheek, pulling him into another kiss. She played with his hair for a few moments, kissing him sweetly before her hips started to move against his again.
He hummed against her lips, his cock sliding along her folds. "I'm still not done with you yet, Georgie," she mumbled against his lips, flipping them over so she was straddling him.
"I don't want you to ever be done with me," he groaned as she reached a hand down to position his cock at her entrance. He helped her, shifting his hips upwards, slipping into her with ease.
She gasped, bracing herself against his chest. "So fucking big, Georgie," she breathed out, beginning to grind her hips against him. His eyes rolled back in his head as she fucked herself against him.
"Fuck," he groaned, hips thrusting upward to match her movements. "So much better than I imagined."
Y/N smirks. "You've been imaging me fucking you?"
"For the past three years," George said, shamelessly.
"Why didn't you ever ask me out?" She asked, leaning down to press kisses to his chest. "We could've been doing this a long time ago."
"D-didn't think you liked me," George panted, cock twitching as her walls tightened around him, feeling close to his release. "You're so tight, Y/N. Gonna cum."
"I'm fucking crazy about you, George," she moaned, moving her hips faster, chasing her own orgasm. That was all he needed to hear before he was emptying himself inside her with a loud groan. And mere seconds later, she was coming on his cock.
~
The next morning George returned to his dorm room with a large grin on his face. He'd spent the rest of the night with Y/N, and he only left to change his clothes before meeting up with her for breakfast. But upon entering his dorm, he ran into Fred.
"Looks like I got lucky twice last night," Fred said with a cocky grin.
"Just once, Freddie. This one knew it was me."