Harry Potter Imagines

Fucking you in front of a window G.W

Pulling up to George's place of work with nothing but a short skirt and see through blouse, should have been your first warning that you had messed up. Your choice of attire today was purposeful however. You had a plan and this would aid in fulfilling it. As you step through the almost empty store since the hour was so late, you see your boyfriend hard at work. His veiny arms unloading new boxes of product onto the shelves, sweat accumulating on his forehead.

George Weasley truly was a vision. His white shirt pulled back to show his forearms and the top button undone, due to the slightly hot climate inside of the store. His attention doesn't waver from the task at hand as he says "Sorry we're closed right now" mistaking you for another customer. You let out an airy laugh, knowing it was time to set your plan into motion. The plan mostly being roughly fucked by the red head. "The stores closed even for me?" you say in the most sultry voice you could muster. "I thought I got special privileges though, being your girlfriend and all". At this George's attention snaps up to you. His instant reaction being a bright smile, probably thinking his girlfriend was surprising him. You definitely were surprising him, just not in the way he was expecting. 

"Baby, I- woah" George stammers out, eyes greedily drinking in your appearance. The red bra peeking out from under your shirt, to the lace stockings you were wearing had his throat closing up and him failing to find his breath. Dropping whatever occupied his hands, George started to walk towards you, gaze hungry. Mission accomplished, you thought to yourself. George stood towering over you now, rough hands gripping your waist.

"Well, what's all this baby?" he questions in a soft voice. You weren't fooled though, you could sense the underlying tenseness in his words. The thought of him angrily making you his caused arousal to flood into your knickers. "What d'you mean?" you question dumbly, playing up the whole innocent act.

George's hand makes its way up your side, until it's nestled between your curls. He grips your hair gently applying light pressure. As he tilts your head back, he tries again. "What is all this? Is it all for me angel?" he murmurs. You moan quietly in response and say "Yes all for you, it was all for you". George tuts at this and grips your hair harshly now, gentle act dropping immediately. You whine at the pull of your hair, and George casts you a dark look. "If it was all for me, why did you show the entire fucking world what you looked like? You walked in here knowing there were people waiting outside didn't you?".

Feeling desperate, you whine once more and try to lean in for a kiss. George not having it, pulls your hair even tighter, controlling your movements. "Such a slut, you wanted everyone to see didn't you? You wanted everyone to know what a slut you are? All right then let's show them". Hot waves of panic fill your body, trying to decipher the meaning of his words. What did he mean, was he going to take you in front of everybody? As panicky as you were, the other part of you felt excited, loving the crazy ideas your boyfriend would come up with.

George drops his hold on your hair and drags you to his office. "On second thought, first I want to get you ready for the show we're going to give everyone later. I always did like watching the trailers before the movie" George says, grinning at you from his place on the chair.

You stand at the front of his office, feeling hot sparks go straight down to your core at his implications. You were about to close the door, as George says "No leave it open, I want everyone to hear how needy you really are". You obey, and slowly make your way up to him. When you're in front of him, he quickly bends you over and flips up your skirt. Your face is pressed almost uncomfortably to the wooden desk, and your ass is up on display for him. Your cunt clenches with need, waiting for George's next move. Before you can even process your punishment, he delivers 5 harsh slaps to the back of your ass. You scream out in pleasure and pain at the feeling. "George! Fuck please" you cry, wanting him to fill you up. You could feel your thighs getting sticky, your underwear doing little to prevent the wetness from spreading out.

"Shut the fuck up whore. This is what you wanted, no? Now enjoy it like the good slut you are". You whimper loudly, reveling in his degradation. George palms your ass in his big hands, playing with the red skin. He grabs and squeezes until he feels satisfied and his long fingers finally reach the fabric of your underwear. "So wet angel, so wet for me huh?" he groans out when he reaches underneath the fabric. In one swift motion he rips it off, the feeling making you moan out because of how it touches your clit.

"Tell me did you want me to do it fast" with this his fingers slam into you at a brutal pace, catching your breath away, "Or did you want it slow?" Now he pushes his long fingers knuckles deep inside of you, pulling them out almost torturously slow. You cry out in ecstasy, "Please George, Please!". 

"Aw baby you don't even know what you're begging for huh, you wanna be filled that bad. It's pathetic really" he chuckles in amusement, finding humor in your desperate cries. He once again fills you with his fingers, going brutally fast, while the other hand delivers sharp smacks to the soft flesh of your behind. "You're not gonna cum until I say so, and if you do I swear I won't touch you for a week" he orders you. You take his threat very seriously knowing a week without George would be hell. "Ok I promise I'll be good, I promise" you babble out, floating in the pleasure he was providing you right now. The orgasm he was building you up to disappeared just as fast when he pulled his fingers out. George pulls you up by your hair, and you provide no struggle as you cry louder.

Your innocent, yet fucked out look has George pressing his erection into your thigh. "Is my baby crying?" he questions, faking a pout at you. His thumb reaches to wipe the tears falling from your eyes. He looks almost proud of your sobs as he puts his thumb into his mouth, and sucks the wetness of the tears off. "Good, because this is what you deserve" he concludes. Your sobs border on hysterical at this point, wondering when you would find your sweet release.

George then drags your aroused form to the front of the store. The few customers that were lingering outside must have left the premises to return back to their homes. The big window at the front of the store, alerted you that the streets were deserted and only lit up by the streetlights outside. George drags you to the big window confusing you. Were you looking for something? Before you figure it out, he rips off your blouse and bra, not having the patience to admire them.

Your bare breasts push up against the glass of the window, putting you on display for anyone who wanted to cross the street. You gasp, scared that people would see your vulnerable state and look back at George. "You wanted to be a bad girl right? Wanted everyone to see what was mine? Now they will" he says angrily. "George, I'm sorry, please I'm so sor-" Your cries of remorse are cut off, as George gently smashes your face up against the glass, not in the mood for forgiveness. "I'm gonna fuck you against this glass and I know you're gonna like it" he continues, "Sluts love being on display and that's what you are right? A slut for my cock". 

You nod pathetically agreeing with him. "Yes, yes for you", he nods in approval at your response and wastes no time in undoing his belt. With one hard thrust he fills you to the brim with his cock, giving you no time to adjust. Each thrust presses you even more harshly into the glass. "Imagine someone walked down the street. They would see your tits pressed against the glass and think about how much of a desperate whore you are" his hand reaches to rub at your clit in fast figure eights, "they would see how well this pretty pussy takes my cock" he grunts out, building up your release. Incoherent mumbles are spilling out of your lips. You're begging, you're agreeing, you're drinking this all up. Thoughts have left your brain, and everything revolves around George.

George continues playing with your cunt, while slamming into you harshly. The set pace of his hips has you on the border, so you alert him of the orgasm you're bound to have "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cu-",

"Cum angel" he orders. His hand pinches your breast, and you let an ear shattering scream as your orgasm crashes over you. Going cross eyed for a moment, you feel like putty in George's grasp.

Words of encouragement aid you through your orgasm, "Good girl, let go", George continuously whispers. His hips continue rutting into you, and suddenly you feel his seed filling your overused cunt. He cums with a cry of your name, and his hips flatter ever so slightly.

Before you fall back into his strong arms as fatigue takes over your body, you think with a smile, Mission accomplished.