How I wasn't supposed to fall in love if the first conversation we had felt the same as reading the first page of a book that I know I'm going to love?
[Notes: Well, a little love to my man, bless his hands.
Also, I'm sorry if there's any mistakes, english isn't my first language. And I'm sorry for taking so long]
WARNINGS: NSFW! CONTENT, thigh riding, slightly Dom/sub, hand kink (?), sexual innuendo in public (but not so clear), a little vainilla.
Honestly, having sex for George Weasley had never been a priority.
Sure he enjoyed it, but he never found it to be something to get addicted to.
He remembered fifth year, how his friend Lee would throw his head back talking about the wonderful blow job that a girl had given him. It was never like that for him.
Sure he had his tastes and Lee his, but even when he was pulling a girl's hair in sixth year, something he had been dreaming about a few months ago, it didn't feel so great. It was weird, he even thought his friends were pretending how much they liked sex.
But he also knew that he had never loved any girl he had sex with.
So when Fred and George hired you to serve customers in their store, he hung around you for about a year, unable to touch you.
It was unbearable, you stayed away because you didn't want to get involved with someone from work and less a boss as direct as George.
But not being able to touch you drove him crazy. He had to watch you flit all over the place every day, unable to do anything, just look at you and have little talks.
It was no surprise that after a few more in-depth talks in the backstore, you finally said yes to a date and it ended up with the two of you in bed.
That time it was definitely something, the two of them came fast and hard, looking into each other's eyes and forgetting about everything.
It was devastating for George, who soon dragged you into his arms and fell asleep in your bed.
You both didn't get their hands off each other in the morning either, not at breakfast either, and at the end you had a quickie before George rushed to lunch at The Burrow.
Of course when he showed up to his parents' house in yesterday's clothes, wet hair and sparkling eyes Fred couldn't help but laugh out loud and annoy him for the rest of the afternoon.
But he didn't care, he was so caught up in that feeling that there wasn't anything but your walls enveloping him that he hardly noticed.
Almost without hesitation, after lunch and spending a few hours in the company of his family, he returned home and took his time with you.
Well you took your time with him, you rode him looking into his eyes, his hands clenching your thighs and your fingers digging into his hair and pulling every time it was too much.
George wouldn't believe there was a whole world outside of the bed he shared with you.
You looked like the owner of the world while you rode it, with your skin shining and your breast bouncing.
He became a little addicted the first months.
So of course you two had a lot of quickies.
And with that he became a little too touchy.
Kissing your neck and lips while he's passing next to you at work.
Grabbing your hips from behind when you couldn't reach the cabinets to help you get something.
Gently pull the strands of your hair when they tease each other.
Rubbing his crotch with your butt when he had to pass and the hallway was small for both of us (this happened more times than expected).
And holding your hand all the time, if there wasn't a good reason to let you hand go, he wouldn't release your fingers.
The bad and good thing we're that all of this things were things that he did during sex. So you would be at least a little turned on after these.
He also loves teasing you about how wet you are after that.
"How is it that my baby is wet after a little neck kiss? You must be thinking about me all the time."
You would act as if you were really mad, but you would let him drag you into a closet and fingering you to a wonderful release.
You would also love give him a hand job, it just felt the right way with him in your hand, going up and down as you pleased.
Everytime that you would give him a hand job, his own hands wouldn't be still.
He will let his hands grab your hips, then when you got him all nervous, his hands would go up and grab your tits.
He probably needed the support anyway, you loved to mess with him.
And then your wrist, his bin hand around your wrist to stop you when it would be too much.
"That's it, make me cum now or I won't let it feel nice for you."
He never fullfil that warning, he loved too much seeing you orgasm that the opportunity wouldn't be lost, even if you are the one who receives the pleasure.
You two tried a lot of things in bed, not all of them went good, but nothing felt glorious in a way that you couldn't live without it.
One of the things that went good was thigh riding, from both of you.
He loved seeing you riding him, it didn't matter that it wasn't his dick, he loved you riding him in anyway.
And when he was riding your thigh it would be a great view.
He would have to adjust to your position, sometimes crouching down and other times almost standing on his tiptoes.
And the he would be moving his hips, rubbing with his pants still on, on your leg. Sometimes you would unzip them and give him a manual job, other times you would make him cum on his pants.
He was definitely a switch, for the little dom/sub that you both tried.
It was good, but mostly of the time you two wouldn't want to think about an scene, you guys would just want to fuck while getting lost on eachother's eyes.
It was healing for you two having that kind of connection during sex.
We all know that if you have large breasts, Fred Weasley would be the type of man who grabs them form behind and then goes "It's alright, I know it weighs you down, let me hold them for you" and kisses you on the cheek.
The feminine urge to become the best thing that ever happened in your significant others live, to be the light of their eyes, the one they can always trust, the one that made them become a better person everyday and fullfil every empty spot that needs to be filled so if that person fucks you up you can become the worst thing that ever happened to them, to ruin their live if you want, to have all the strings to control it as you please, and that each time they breathe they know that they lack the most important thing by their side.
"Drarry is the most heterosexual ship in Harry Potter"
Nine year old me crying after knowing that boys can kiss in the lips too after seeing a drarry fan art would disagree.
Nine year old me reading for the first time the term bisexual after reading a few drarry fanfics would disagree.
Nine year old me crying after reading that Hermione and Ron supported Harry after hearing a protests against homosexual marriage would disagree.
Ten year old me reading pansimione as a secondary ship in a drarry fanfic and realizing that this was not only for boys would disagree.
Fanfic writers in 2002 writing fanfics about them receiving death and rape threats over the internet, having to put the M rating on fanfiction.net because at that time that was something the kids couldn't read because there were gay couples in it, would disagree.
Fifteen year olds reading those fanfics in 2004 feeling hope for the first time would disagree.
Drarry authors being listed as 'Bad Authors' on catholic sites for writing them would disagree.
LGBT+ ships were made by LGBT+ people for LGBT+ people.
Having people fetishize LGBT + couples and pigeonhole them into heterosexual stereotypes doesn't make the couple straight, it makes those people homophobic.
This isn't about Drarry, this about people from the community invalidating something that helped, did something good, to many people who were in very bad situations instead of pointing out the homophobia that causes that to be something for consumption and fetishization by heterosexual people when in fact it was for the community itself.
I don't care that you don't ship drarry, god knows that there's a lot to criticize about them. But calling them straight because straight people fetishize them is bad. We know that there are couples and relationship in tv shows or books that were made for heterosexual people to like LGBT+ couples or to get both sides of the public. Wich is using LGBT+ themes to get money and these acts don't bring anything to the community, because we are not something just to get money that companies can use as they please. However, Drarry was made because people were craving some representation, something to rely on. Like these people didn't get paid, they didn't get followers or anything IT WAS HORRIBLE TO LIKE THEM TIME AGO. Please be aware of what are you saying. Mlm or any LGBT+ ship aren't for the straights to fetishize it, and by saying shit like this you are backing it up.
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