George oneshots for the catboy cult☝️

His sweater

"I knew it would make him mad but I didn't think he would be that mad. It's just his sweater." My thoughts are running around in absolute confusion as to why he's so mad about a sweater. A freaking sweater!!. He says he doesn't care but the way he's looking at me like he could eat me says otherwise. But it didn't look like a usual angry. It was kind of... lustful? Like he would eat me in a different way. Now my thoughts were going other places, to which i quickly avoided them when I realized we were staring at each other for a little longer than what's appropriate for friends to do. Because that's all we are. friends.
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George's POV:
Why did she have to wear that one? Does she know what she does to me? god I wish i could just throw her on the table right now. As my thoughts race of unspeakable things I could do to my best friend, I'm snapped back to reality by a redhead identical to me. "You're staring Georgieeee", Fred sang with a mocking tone. "She's looking at you the same way, maybe you're thinking the same." I scolded at him and elbowed him in the chest, to which he responded with a grunt and a wink before walking upstairs. She wouldn't think of me like that, I'm just her friend. Right?
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Your POV:
I don't know what came over me but I was suddenly compelled to go over to him. I just went up there. as we came chest to chest, grazing each others with every inhale, he leaned down to face me. Suddenly without breaking eye contact, he moved in closer. Closer, and closer, and closer. At this point if either of us had moved in the slightest we'd be kissing. All I could do was flicker my eyes back and forth to his, trying to find which one to stare at. that's when it happened. Suddenly he was forcefully grabbing my waist and pulling me into this deep, heated, intense kiss.
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George's POV:
Holy shit. HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I'M ACTUALLY KISSING HER RIGHT NOW. My head was exploding. It felt like there was no one else in the world, like it was just me and her. As we fight each others tongues for a while, she pulls on my bottom lip before letting go, to which she received a low grunt from me, which clearly aroused her. We stared for a while catching our breathe before she adjusted her body weight to her left side, looking at me dreamily.
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Your POV:
"This makes me want to wear your sweaters more often if i'm being honest", i smiled jokingly but all he did was look at me with serious eyes and cup my cheek with his hand. "You might wanna watch what you do to me, or you might come to regret it." At first it frightened me, but only for a moment, before pulling into him, messing with the seam of his sweats and leaning into his ear. "Why not give me something to regret Georgie?" I kissed his jawline softly only to be met by his strong hands. I tried to squirm out, but that made matters worse as he somehow held on tighter. Fucking quidditch. He threw me up over his shoulder and started walking me up the stairs. "GEORGE WEASLEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?!" I was beating his back trying to get him to put me down but he just chuckled and- GEORGE JUST SMACKED MY ASS? "I told you, you're gonna regret teasing me missy". We finally made it to his bedroom door and thank god Fred wasn't in there, that would be awkward to explain. He kick the door closed behind him then set me down. He was staring at me just as lustful as before, like he was starved or something. Why do i feel like this. All I could think to do was wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. He pressed against me and i felt how hard he was beneath me, causing a light moan to escape. To which he thought to slip his tongue into my mouth, making me feel absolutely covered in pleasure and desire. Our tongues fought for dominance but it didn't take much for him to win me over, causing me to feel week in the knees. I guess he could tell I could barely hold myself up because he was pinning me up against the door and wrapping my legs around him. He starting lightly kissing my jawline with his soft lips, to my neck, then my collarbone, to which I whimpered at quietly. He caught onto how he found my soft spot, which left him with a mischievous smirk as he started sucking on my collarbone, leaving me moan in awe. What is even happening right now? Am I about to have sex with my best friend? I mean i had always questioned if he thought the same thing but I never thou- my thoughts were interrupted by a cold, strong hand making it's way up the owners sweater. It slowly rubbed up my stomach, and around my back, clipping my bra off in one go. Has he done this before?? I pull my shirt off and he takes my bra and just tosses it to the side. As he took me in for another passionate kiss, I tugged at the hem of his shirt, to which he responds in throwing it off in half a second. I took time to admire his body, knowing that i'll most likely never get to see it like this again. He wasn't at muscled as Fred, he was a bit lanky, but still toned nonetheless. I was rubbing my hands on his chest and tracing shapes on his freckles when something caught my eye. Holy shit his v-line is so deep. The size of his bulge made me throb insanely, thinking of all the horrible things he could do to me. He take my chin with his right hand and lifts me to look him in the eye. "You want me so bad don't you. should've known you were such a slut." Why would he say something like that? Believe me i'm not complaining, but is this really how he is? He presses into me, causing us both to moan quite loudly. As he's rubbing his bulge against my clit, leaving me in such painful overstimulation, he grabs a chunk of my hair and yanks my head back. "You like that yeah? mm such a nasty whore for me. You're disgusting." Normally someone saying something like that to me would make me knock their teeth down their throat, but he made it sound so..... different. his voice was raspy and low, and he panted between words, clearly so aroused he can't think anything nonsexual. Next thing I knew, he threw my head back with my mouth gaping open, and spit. In my mouth. oh my god? that's- why did i like that? god what the fuck is George Weasley doing to me? He lets go of my hair and pulls his hands down to my waist, playing with the seam of my shorts. He backs his body up slightly, pulling my shorts and my underwear off in one go. To which i responded by pulling his pants and his underwear off. HE'S FUCKING HUGE OH MY GOD. He was at least a solid 10, which made me seriously overwhelmed. He pushed my waist up against the wall and started rubbing my clit with his tip. As we both moaned in frustration, clearly torturing the both of us, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a soft, sloppy kiss. After I shoved my tongue into his mouth, I was met with this huge man shoving himself inside me. Holy shit. Giving me little to no time to adjust to the size of his dick, he just started ramming into me. It hurt so bad but i couldn't even lie, it felt amazing. As he sped up the pace, crashing into my g-spot, i yanked the back of his hair and moaned his name loudly. That seemed to turn him on quite a bit, because next thing i new he was slamming his lips into me, as well as going even deeper into me. He was rearranging my guts at this point, I just knew I was gonna need a wheelchair after. As we both got closer to coming, Our breathes got heavier and our kiss got sloppier. At this point we were just moaning into each others mouths. His head rolled back and his grip on my waist got tighter, his dick throbbed which I assumed meant he was close, and i'll admit I was too. "Fuck you're so tight, mmm i bet you love me fucking you senseless don't you. you're pathetic." Him saying that to me left me in a wave of pleasure. Him talking to me like that just threw me over the edge. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, his right hand suddenly moved from from my waist to my neck, squeezing so hard i thought i might pass out. It felt so good that the whimpers and moans barely making it out grew louder and more breathy, and i felt tears growing in my eyes. "yeah gonna cry love? cry for me bitch." He spoke between every pound he made into me. He pushed me harder into the door, and made his left hand over to my clit, rubbing in circular motions quick enough to kill me. As i'm crying in pleasure and slight pain, I feel a huge knot in my stomach. I wrap my arms around his neck, scratching down his back to which i received a loud grunt, which was very fucking hot. "Holy fuck you're gonna make me cum. OH GOD" He slams into me a few more times before i feel the warmth of his cum fill me up, and not long after I came too. His strokes slowed and slowed until they came to a stop, and he pulled out softly. He brought his hands to cup my face, and gave me sloppy soft kisses. "mmm you're such a good girl for me." Why does he do this to me? How is he so- UGH. "I think if this is the punishment I receive for wearing your stuff, i'll be wearing your whole closet", I whispered between pants. He set me down, still holding my waist with his right hand to prevent me from falling. He leaned down and picked up my underwear, slipping it up gently, making sure not to make me fall over. He then takes his shirt and puts it on me, making me absolutely melt for some reason. He picks me up marriage style and drops me in his bed covering me up in a blanket. He throws a clean pair of boxers on and crawls over me to get to his side of the bed. He pulls me in and kisses my forehead very softly, and lays his chin on my head. "You better watch out, i just might fall in love with you."