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george x reader
warnings: smut, drinking
an: i know this doesn't really make sense because they're meant to be drunk, but go with it ok i'm a dumbass. also it gets better towards the end i promise xx
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living with alex and george certainly had its ups and downs. on one hand, they were both absolutely useless when it came to cleaning up and basic household tasks; all they were good at was shopping. you had to constantly remind them to put on the dishwasher or the washing machine. sometimes you felt like a hopeless parent trying to regulate their sleep schedules and diets.
on the other side, they were both so caring and such good fun that you let them get away with it all. one of the many shenanigans yous had were your friday nights. every friday all three of you would clear your schedules, with the exceptions of birthdays, and stay in to laugh and talk and drink, just the three of you. while you woke up most saturdays not remembering a thing, it was definitely a lot of fun and the tradition had been going on a solid three months at this point.
this friday was no different. by eleven o clock the three of you were gathered on the plush black couch, downing cans and shots, anything you fancied really. you were all hysterical giggling at nothing in particular. alex had stuffed his mouth full with pringles and you and george were pissing yourselves at that, george bent over, massaging his stomach as he was laughing so hard.
as the night progressed, alex suggested truth or dare and you all nodded along. george liked our nine tequila shots, three for each person, to 'loosen up the nerves' he had said. the three of you were sat on the floor.
'right, alex,' slurred george. 'if you had to get rid of one of us from the flat who would it be,' alex giggled before answering. 'you obviously cos y/n's the only useful one 'round here,' that sent you all off into another peal of giggles.
'y/n truth or dare,'
'dare, mr alan beans,' alex grinned at the nickname.
'give george a lap dance for thirty seconds,' he said with a smirk on his face. 'jesus christ al,' hissed george. on a typical night, the most extreme your dates went was to eat some mayonnaise. usually this is where you would have backed out but you were feeling adventurous, the harsh alcohol giving you confidence. tonight was different.
you looked at george who was blushing profusely and looking anywhere but at you. 'looks like big george memeulous isn't so tough after all?' mumbled alex jokily. you scoffed before getting up and strutting over to george. 'can you sit on the couch please?' you said, trying to make your voice low and seductive - it probably didn't work but the other two were too drunk to notice and make fun of you.
george almost scurried onto the couch, spreading his legs slightly. swinging your legs, you propped yourself on him, your hands resting on his shoulders. you leaned forward, whispering in his ear, quiet so alex wouldn't be able to hear. 'sure you're okay with this?' you mumbled. george, also feeling brave, gripped your waist with his hands. 'fucking sure y/n,' he hissed. and with that you began.
you rolled your hips forward slowly, flicking your hair over you shoulder. swaying from side to side, you began kissing up georges neck. he groaned quietly and tightened his hold on you. you got to his jaw, leaving small bites and soothing them immediately with your tongue. 'you're fucking gorgeous,' he whispered in your ear. you blushed slightly at this, not the best at receiving compliments.
you switch to the other side of george's jaw, giving it attention as well and rolled your hips into him again. just as you were about to make your way back to his neck, alex stood. 'right that's well over thirty seconds, get up y/n,' he said jokily covering his eyes in disgust.
