Weasley twins X reader- Smut, Fluff and all other good stuff (Requests open)

George X Reader (teacher X student) (female reader) (smut)

          I looked up for a brief moment to see where my teacher's head was turned before lobbing the crinkled up piece of paper at my best friend.
      "Miss Y/L/N, I don't suppose you would want to read our what's in that paper, would you? I mean it seems important as you are disturbing my lesson." Mr.Weasley's cute voice called, a hint of monotone boredom thick within his words.  I gulped.
       "No, Sir. It's not important." I stuttered. He shook his head and made his way to Y/B/F/N, picking up the note. He brought it back to me and dropped it onto my desk.
     "No, I insist, please read it out." He smirked, knowing exactly what was written on the note.
      "Sir I-" I began but he cut me off. He shook his head and told me to stand, to which I obliged. I took a deep breath and began to read the note slowed for all my peers to hear. "Y/B/F/N: 'Why do you pay so much attention to Mr.Weasley in class...you don't listen to any other teacher so why him?' And I replied: 'Because look at him. He is so hot. That fiery red hair and those mysterious hazel eyes. And look at his cute face and the way two small dimples form when he smiles. He is just...perfect.'" At saying the last word, I bit my lip, making blood form.
      My note earned sniggers from everyone in the class, including my best friend but I could tell George found it affectionate. He smiled at me before he snapped back into teacher mode.
      "Y/L/N, detention straight after class." He huffed, continuing on with his lesson.
      Finally, the lesson ended and everyone rushed out but I stayed right in my seat. After the door slammed shut from the last 6th year leaving, George sprang up from his seat. He ran over to me, picking me up into his arms. He vigorously pressed his lips to mine and sat me on his desk.
     "You." Kiss. "Naughty." Kiss. "Little." Kiss. "Girl." Kiss. He smirked as he took off his jacket, followed by my jumper. "Passing notes in my class." I kissed him back as he lent me backwards until my spine was pressed against the wood of his desk.
       "Take me." I whispered, stopping  him in his tracks. He looked at me with a confused look. "Take me, Professor." I moaned, quietly, sitting up. "Take my innocence." I ran my hand along his crotch, feeling him already beginning to get stiff. "Teach me what it's like to feel you for days after. Educate me on how to scream your name so loud, they can hear you in the Slytherin common room." His hand slipped up to my shirt and he ripped it off, showing my Y/F/C lace bra. "Let me know what it's like when I touch myself at night, I know what you feel like so I don't have to imagine." I moaned out, loudly.
      "Spread you legs for me, baby girl." He moaned in my ear. He let his hand snake up my skirt and to my matching lace panties, running his index finger over my wetness. "So wet for me already. What a good girl." He sexily hissed, beginning to suck on my neck, making me moan out.
      "Professor. George. Fuck." I latched one hand in his fiery hair while the other began to unclip his belt and pull down his trousers. "Take me."
      "I plan to, baby girl, don't you worry." He hissed, biting down on my skin when I released his boner from the prison of his trousers and underwear. He yanked my panties to my ankles and rolled up my skirt. "Fuck, baby girl." He moaned as I began to give him a sloppy handjob. He threw his head back with pleasure.
     "Be my first and my last, Professor." I whispered as I stopped jerking him off. He nodded and spread my legs wide before he placed his thick tip at my entrance.
     "On three." He counted down, allowing me to ready for the pain. He pushed himself in, only a little. He eased every last bit of his thick cock into my young cunt before he pulled back out slowly.
      "Fuck." I moaned, latching my head onto his chest, digging my nails into his back. "Fuck." I moaned again as his pace quickened.
        He let out soft moans every now and then, thrusting in and out of me, quickening pace with every cycle.  
       "Fuck, baby girl." He moaned, kissing my neck. A knot in my stomach began to tighten.
      "I'm gonna-" I came all over his cock. He soon released into me two, slowing his pace right down, gently easing out of me. We stayed like that for a minute, my head laying against his chest. Then, he planted a small kiss on my ear.
     "Even when you're a sweaty mess, you still look so damn beautiful." He whispered, bringing our lips together in a sweet kiss. He pushed a strand of my Y/H/L, Y/H/C out of my face, showing the champagne blush coming to them.
     "Y-you think I'm beautiful?" I asked, giving him a small peck on his jawline, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck. He smiled a cheesy grin and nodded.
     "The most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I don't normally go around having meaningless shags with anybody, let alone a student." He gave me a soft kiss before helping me to my feet. "I only really do stuff with people I really love."
     "So I was the exception?" I asked, pulling my panties up.
     "No. I was trying to say I love you." He smirked. I threw my lips to his, tangling my arms around his neck.
     "I love you too, George." I hummed, resting my cheek against his. "So, what are we?"
      "Consider is a couple." He very cheerfully replied.