Harry Potter One Shots and Imagines

George X Reader

(SMUT)

You were in the library, trying your best to find a book that might interest you. Nothing could catch your attention more than the dashing, tall, red-headed boy whom you've had a crush on since last year. Books about dragons, hexes, ghosts and still nothing. No matter how hard you tried you still weren't able to get your mind off of one person, George Weasley. He sat a couple hundred feet away from you, reading a book. Weird. He never reads. You still continued to search for a book which was useless at this point.

"Oi! Y/n!" you heard a voice whisper-shout. You turned around quickly and met eyes with the flaming haired devil himself.

"What?" you mouthed back. He slowly stood up and made his way over to you. His lanky figure towered over you as he leaned over you against the bookshelf.

"So," he said, tilting his head slightly, "watcha doing?"

"Did you seriously come all the way over here just to ask that?" you asked whilst turning back around to browse the books once again.

"Yes, yes I did," he responded, leaning over and resting his chin on the top of your head. You ignored him and continued to scan for something interesting. His hands moved from the bookshelf to your waist.

"Georgie, what are you doing?" you asked, looking up at him. He looked down into your eyes and turned you to face him.

"I know you stare at me," he said quietly. His body pushed up against yours slightly.

"What about it?" you asked as you slipped out of his grip and continued to search for books.

"Nothing, I quite enjoy it actually," he said, trapping you between his arms once again.

"Ok...um so what do you want?" you asked awkwardly.

"I just want to mess around," he said, staring right into your eyes. You squirmed a bit, unsure of what to do.

"Were you actually reading over there?" you asked.

"Of course not," he chuckled, "I just wanted to see you."

"Really?" you asked suspiciously.

"Yeeeessss," he said as he looked around the empty library.

"Wait where's Madam Pince?" you asked, peeping around the bookshelves noticing that she wasn't sitting where she usually sat.

"I sent her on a little mission," he responded.

"And how exactly did you do that?" you asked.

"Let's just say that she won't be back for a good hour and a half," he said mischievously. You looked around the library and noticed that nobody else was around. You turned back to face him and as soon as you did, he dove down and kissed you hungrily.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this for," he said, leaving wet kisses behind your ear. He lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your head was tilted back as he began to suck the living shit out of your neck.

"George! You're going to leave marks dammit!" you scowled.

"Fine by me," he smirked and continued to kiss you. He unbuttoned your blouse and unclipped your bra effortlessly. With one hand massaging your breast, he used the other to slide under your skirt grip your bottom. His lips found yours again and attacked them with blissful passion. The kiss soon turned intimate when he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He kissed you perfectly, not too much but just enough to satisfy your needs. His fingers moved your underwear aside and slid against your wetness.

"Oh shit," you gasped, breaking the kiss.

"You like that, huh?" he said as he rubbed two fingers between your folds.

"Ye-es," you stuttered.

"Mmm okay," he said whilst slipping them inside of you. He watched your eyes flutter shut as his fingers glided in and out of your soaking heat. His hand moved from your breast to your mouth where your mouth lay slightly open.

"Please keep going," you struggled to say.

"As you wish, darling," he replied, his fingers increasing their speed. God was his voice hot. His fingers moved in and out of you quickly but soon lost speed when he realized how close you were to finishing.

"Why'd you stop?" you whined as he removed his fingers.

"Well it's no fun if you get all the action," he said slyly. You smiled at him, understanding what he meant right away. Your hands reached down and unbuckled his belt. His cock was a lot bigger than you thought it was. You palmed him through his boxers, causing him to groan and slightly tilt his head back.

"Please," he breathed out. You pulled his member out and slowly began to stroke his shaft. He moaned quietly as you increased your speed.

"I'm ready when you are," you said, looking into his eyes.

"I'm ready," he replied. You nodded quickly and guided his tip towards your entrance. He slowly pushed himself into you, breathing in sharply as he did so.

"Ah-h," you groaned out in pain.

"If you need time to stop, just say so," he said worriedly.

"N-no it's fine, just go a-all the way in," you replied, looking into his eyes encouragingly. He slowly pushed himself into you until he was in fully.

"Are you alright? Can I move?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, go on," you said hastily. His hips moved back and pushed into you, increasing speed after about five strokes. The pain slowly faded and you tapped his his shoulder signifying him that he do anything he wanted now. He grinned and began to pound into you.

"Holy shit, George!" you moaned out loudly.

"That's right, say my name," he replied. Woah. That'll make her pussy throb. You took his thumb in your mouth and began to suck. He looked at you in shock and sped up, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout the library.

"Keep. Going," you said steadily. His cock was now hitting your g-spot perfectly.

"You feel so fucking good," he said through his gritted teeth. The bookshelf behind you began to shake, a few books had already fallen to the floor. You grabbed onto his shoulders and threw your head back.

"Holy shit," he breathed, his strokes getting sloppier. You could feel your blood pulsating through your veins as you neared your orgasm.

"Right there!" you shouted, "Right there!" Five more strokes and the both of you finished simultaneously. You stayed in that position for a few minutes, catching your breath.

He carefully dressed you up and fixed your hair. He cleaned the both of you up, you just sitting there and watching him. When he finished, he sat down next to you on the ground in front of the bookshelf.

"How was it?" he asked with a sly grin.

"Horrible. I wanted to throw up," you said sarcastically.

"Awww," he replied, "maybe if I fucked you harder, you won't be able to walk next time." Your cheeks turned bright red and you turned away quickly.

"I'm just messing with you," he said, wrapping his arm around you.

"Are you?" you asked.

"No, now let's go eat, I'm starving," he replied as he helped you get up.