Oh supreme leader of Weasley twins smut, can I please ask for another dirty dirty rough mean degradation basically hate fucking with boys, just them using their needy wife because she asked both of them to break her when she had a bad day to relieve her stress with big fluffy after care when they’re done :,) work was rough last night.
Hi Anon, I have been summoned! Please accept this absolute filth (I think I’m ovulating). I hope your work has gotten better and you don’t have bad days anymore 🖤
Warnings: SMUT. Graphic sex, piv sex, fingering, clit play. Swearing and degradation. Dom/sub dynamics, George is a soft!dom (it’s always the quiet ones). brat taming. Reader is a brat. BREEDING KINK. cum play, polyamory, no twincest. Actual chance of pregnancy.
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Break me.
“Get down on your knees... now."
You can hardly tell who is who by this point, your eyes clouded with unshed tears from overwhelm and overstimulation. Their figures are hazy, a blur of delicious milky skin and writhing bodies with no viable way to determine between them. Even their honeyed voices have melded together, as smooth as caramel but as harsh as a whip with their sharp words. It's a delicious juxtaposition. Their hard, unforgiving bodies, so manly and dominant compared to your soft submissive figure.
You'd done this yourself, that you couldn't deny. In your defence, not that it mattered now really, you'd just wanted to put your awful day behind you and to end the day on a high and there was no better way than this.
"Why the fuck do you still have your trousers on?" You'd huffed, clumsily fumbling with the fastenings of Fred's trousers, the tailored tweed personally offending you by still covering what you'd so desperately needed. You revel in your stubbornness, resisting their attempts to get you to submit to them. You wouldn't make it easy tonight.
"Patience is a virtue princess," Fred had retorted before pulling you into a searing kiss, still much more playful than his twin who had been watching in silent judgement with dark eyes.
"Fuck virtues," you'd almost whined, getting more and more frustrated that they weren't already naked and pounding some sense into you. "Give me sin."
"Feisty tonight isn't she?" Fred smirks towards his twin who has remained resolute, clearly not finding the same humour in your sass.
"Don't ruin my dress," you admonish with a bite, wriggling against Fred's dominant hold. He's got you pinned face down against the bed as he hovers on top of you, the curve of your ass pressing against the impressive bulge in the trousers he's still fucking wearing. As much as you hated your job right now and could daydream for hours about never returning, that really wasn't an option and so you would need the dress.
"We'll be gentle," Fred replies, his lips ghosting the back of your neck.
"Until the dress is off," George adds darkly, his first spoken words for what seems like hours. His eyes are fixed upon your body, almost degradingly so, like you were his prey to be devoured. It fills you with a semblance of something resembling fear thought it's the very best kind, entwined with an excitement for what you know is inevitably coming.
Your dress is unceremoniously peeled off of you, leaving you in just your underwear. In the back of your mind you wished you'd worn a nicer pair this morning but realistically they weren't going to last much longer regardless. You feel a kiss placed to the centre of your back once your bra is unclapsed, a gentle precursor that could in theory give you false hope of gentility. Your eyes flick to George once more and you freeze when you see that he's now entirely naked, the gentle lamplight illuminating every inch of delicious freckle spattered skin, including his fully erect cock in his hand. His hand drags across his length slowly, the foreskin catching with each deliberate swipe, a taunt of what you so desperately want but won't admit. The sight alone makes your mouth water and you're immediately closer to breaking your resolve.
There's a sudden movement from Fred behind you and a sudden pulling sensation on your body before a resounding rip occurs. You shiver as you feel your now bare pussy exposed to the air in the room, your panties having been ripped off by Fred. You're vulnerable now, your body exposed to his view behind you, your body aligned perfectly for him to just slip in, if he would just take those fucking trousers off finally.
You watch as your panties are thrown across the room, landing in George's outstretched hands. It's ridiculously hot in the moment how effortless his catch was and you hold back a shiver. He wraps your panties around his fingers and keeps hold of them as his hand returns to his bulging cock.
"What do you want princess?" Fred says, his fingers drifting onto your breasts, toying with your nipples.
"Fucking hell," you huff at his attempts to tease you any further. Surely it was fairly obvious what you wanted, why did he have to be so Fred about the whole thing?
"Two guesses," you spit, not even bothering to look up at him as you consider rolling your eyes. The swift smack to your right buttcheek echoes through the room, making you jump.
"Manners princess," Fred admonishes, tutting at you as he rubs the prickling skin of your rear where he'd struck. You sigh out of frustration, wishing for once they would just listen and not have to joke around.
"Say please," he adds mockingly, only furthering your annoyance. You're half tempted to get off the bed and finish the job yourself, though it could never compare to them.
You won't say please and you won't give in. As much as you so desperately want them, want to be fucked out of your bad mood so you can reach that heavenly headspace you so craved, you wouldn't beg.
Another smack to your bum makes you gasp, his hands striking the exact same sensitive spot.
"What will it take hmm?" He says, caressing your sore bum. You feel his hands get lower and lower with each stroke until his fingers are sweeping past your opening, catching on your sensitive lips.
You cry out when his finger breaches your weeping hole, finding relief in his long and slender digits but it's still not enough. You need his cock like you need oxygen, both of their cocks if you're honest with yourself but you're not even getting one right now. You will not say it. You will not beg.
"You're dripping down my hand sweet girl, sure you won't just give in?" Fred says, pushing his fingers deep into you. You're silent, forcing yourself not to moan, getting dangerously close to breaking.
"Little brat," you hear one of them say sharply, though you're too focused in to know who it is.
"Goes away for 12 hours at work and this is how you return? Forgetting all your manners." It's George, you think. But he sounds closer now, had he moved? You can barely bring yourself to raise your head to check, the feeling of fred's fingers in you just too much.
"Fuck!" You cry out as you feel a harsh slap on your bum, the kind that stings instantly and leaves finger marks for the rest of the night. You know that it's George for certain now.
"See? Maybe you shouldn't be allowed to work anymore," Fred says, curving his fingers up into your pussy.
"Maybe we should just keep you here, let your husbands take care of you instead. Keep you here ready to take us whenever we like," George says darkly, moving to stand in front of you, his imposing figure creating a shadow that covers and looms over you.
"Knocking you up over and over again, always filled with one of us," Fred adds.
"Give in to us darling, then you'll get everything you need," George says with a surprisingly soft tone. It's a trap, it must be.
You think, desperate for more but still not willing to give up.
"Fine, be a brat." The shadow disappears and you scramble, only now realising that you might have pushed him too far, that you might be left completely unsatisfied.
Your eyes lock as you look up, his dangerous smirk directed straight at you. He knew exactly what he was doing and had weaved you into his little trap. Now you were really in for it.
"Come on baby straddle me," George says as he positions himself on the bed, holding out his hand for you, knowing your legs were wobbly at best. Fred had completely ruined you whilst George had watched with dangerously dark eyes, his gaze electrifying you. You were thoroughly fucked, dripping Fred's cum onto the bedsheets and already exhausted but your need for George was still much too overwhelming.
"Say please," you say in a breathy voice, using the last of your willpower to torment him one last time. The look on his face tells you that he very much did not appreciate your snark.
"Get on my fucking lap before you can't sit down for a week."
You cry out at the stretch as he enters you, shuddering as your walls clench around him tightly to accommodate him, even if Fred had already worked you up before. You're squirming in his lap, his cock pressed deep inside you to the point you're certain you can feel him in your tummy. His hands hold you in a bruising grip and you can tell he's holding himself back, sensing that you need time to adjust to him. When he finally begins to roll his hips, you throw your head back at the sensation. Godric he fills you completely. It feels like he's everywhere, not a single patch of your insides not stimulated by him. You cling to his shoulders, desperately grounding yourself as he begins to manoeuvre you, guiding your hips until you're riding him with increasing intensity.
He's using you like a sex doll for his own pleasure, directing your hips and controlling the speed until you're in a trance like state. You feel yourself slipping into your own headspace, your sense of reality beginning to slip away.
"This is what you needed baby? My big cock filling you like this?" George says, breaking your slight trance. His tone is slightly condescending but it only fuels your passion, hearing his sinful and dominating words.
"Can't hear you Angel..."'
You're both covered in sweat and fluids, partly yours, partly Fred's. It's sinful and utterly erotic, your own hips canting to match his as you feel the telltale tingle of your second climax on the horizon. You let out a loud chant of his name, each thrust making you want to cry out louder and so you plant your face into the crook of his neck to conceal your desperate need to scream. Your hips rock against his and you clench as you hear his own groans of pleasure, your fingers clinging onto his wide shoulders to anchor yourself to him.
His hand leaves your hip to pull you up forcefully to look at him, his thrusts momentarily stopping.
"Don't hide from me Angel, I want to hear every single sound you make. I want to hear the way you cry for me."
He lifts you up off of his cock with his strong arms and throws you down onto the bed, hardly giving you a moment to settle before he’s lifting your hips up to him, pulling you half onto his lap and ramming his cock back inside. You cry out, grabbing hold of the duvet for support as he fucks into you wildly. Your tits are freely bouncing and you can feel George’s hungry gaze upon them as he fucks up into you without abandon. He’s close, you can sense it, his eyebrows pulled together as he fights to hold back his climax.
You’re completely exposed like this, your body freely on display and vulnerable to his gaze, it’s so erotic. You feel a presence beside you and turn your head slightly to watch Fred appear on the bed, his eyes also drawn to your bouncing tits whilst his hand creeps across your tummy and down to your abandoned clit.
“We want you to cum again sweet girl, can you do that for us?” He says, stroking your clit with perfect precision even as George rails you.
“Give us one more,” Fred adds temptingly, his fingers never faltering on your swollen bud, your climax rapidly approaching as you feel warmth begin to spread through your body.
“One more load for you sweet girl, can you take it?”
“Yes fuck, please!” You cry out, the magic word finally being said.
They share a look of victory at your pleading, each of them knowing that they finally broke you. You’re fucked out, finally letting go of your inhibitions and allowing them to take complete control.
You let out a guttural moan, so pure and erotic that you’d be slightly embarrassed if you could fully comprehend as your orgasm crests, their hands and cocks working perfectly to get you off. You clench around George’s cock so tightly you can feel it pulsing within you.
George roars as he cums, filling you to the brim with his warmth, keeping his cock tucked deep inside as he practically breeds you.
You’re floating in the ether, with all thought of logic or consequence completely gone, finally fucked to the point that you can feel nothing but bliss. Your shitty day is forgotten, you only exist in this blissful piece of time tied only to your two husbands.
When you finally come back to earth, you’re snuggled between your two loves, with George pulling you into his chest. Fred works on cleaning you up with a flick of his wand before settling in beside you.
“Rough day?” Fred says, stroking your hair. George is monopolising your cuddles but he doesn’t mind, sensing that George needs this aftercare and grounding just as much as you. You simply nod on defeat, not wanting those thoughts to re-emerge in your head.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” he says gently, “you never know, hopefully this time we actually have knocked you up and you won’t have to go back there at all.”
“My thoughts exactly,” George adds, sounding on the brink of sleep.
You can’t deny, it’s incredibly tempting.
