Waking up this morning with a feeling of heat in your stomach and an ache between your legs had you desperately craving the touch of your boyfriend.
Where this had come from you had no idea, all you could think about was George Weasley.
Making a quick decision you decide to surprise him in his dorm. Without bothering to throw on proper clothes, you slipped on your bathrobe and dashed to the boys dormitories.
Slowly creeping through the door, you lay your eyes upon the sleeping figure of your favorite red head.
Soft snores left his lips, and you tiptoed past the other beds to get to him. "George wake up" you say as you poke his cheek. Your ministrations don't let up until George looks up confused and whispers "y/n??".
Sleep leaves his eyes almost comically and he gets up to see you. "y/n? what's wrong angel?" murmurs your saint of a boyfriend.
"Nothing baby just wanted to see you is all" hidden behind your innocent sentence are intentions that don't go unnoticed by your boyfriend.
"Just wanted to see me? That's it" he questions with a playful spark in his eyes. You let your eyes travel downwards and land on his painfully obvious morning wood. The sight makes you let out a sigh as your pussy throbs with need.
You decide to play with George a little longer and say "Want me to help you with your problem, sir?". George lets out a quiet groan at your filthy words, not wanting to wake up his dorm mates and brother.
"C'mon then pretty girl put your mouth to use, but make sure to stay quiet yeah?". You drop to your knees as George pulls out his impressive length, freeing it from the confines of his boxers.
You immediately get to work switching from soft strokes against his cock to hard licks against the tip. Your actions make George hiss as his cock swells larger.
"Don't play with me slut, suck my cock or I won't let you cum later" he whispers out, aching to be inside your mouth already.
You whimper at his tone and submit to his requests. Spitting on the tip, you use your open lips to spread it along the rest of his length.
George roughly grabs your hair, sick of the slow pace you were setting.
Already knowing the drill, you relax your throat muscles and widen your mouth as George roughly fucks your throat.
"Fuck angel just like that" he groaned out, head falling back pornographically. You moan at the sight of your boyfriend, and practically feel your wetness dripping down your thighs.
As your boyfriend continues to fuck your throat, your wandering hands travel downwards towards your aching cunt. Mewling desperately, you touch your needy clit, and start slowly rubbing it.
Your soft cries alert George and he looks down at your aroused state.
"Aw baby are you touching yourself right now? Are you that needy" he mocks, as a taunting pout paints his lips.
"You're not gonna answer me?" he questions pretending to be sad.
Trick question, you think to yourself. How could you answer him when your mouth was stuffed with his cock.
Your lack of response, makes him thrust into your mouth harder. tears cloud your vision as you gag onto his length. George revels in the sound of your muffles cries and absolutely adores the way your watery doe eyes peer up at him.
"Since you're being such a desperate whore for me, I'll let you continue touching your cunt" he lets out, feeling somewhat merciful.
You quickly rub at your clit, scared he would change his mind, aching for release.
George continues his pace, shoving his cock down the depths of your throat, while you're forced to take it.
Completely at his mercy, you continue to fuck yourself onto your fingers wanting to cum the same time he did.
George lets out quiet groans as he feels his release nearing. You speed up your actions on yourself feeling it as well.
"Fuck baby I'm gonna paint your throat now get ready" you whine loudly in response.
With one more steady thrust of his hips, he cums down your throat in spurts and fulfills his earlier promise. You come loudly as you pinch your clit to match his actions, and the pleasure causes your eyes to roll back into your head.