#sub!george

[omg-imatotalmess]

George could definitely cum just from eating you out. Like I could fully see him laying on his back as you rode his face, moaning and groaning like HE was the one being pleasured. He'd rut his hips into nothing but open air and grip the sheets so tight they'd rip. Something about having all of his senses full of nothing but you is enough to send him through the roof. He'd cum, never having touched his cock, completely drunk on the pleasure of feeling your orgasm on his tongue.

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KINKTOBER DAY 24: CORRUPTION KINK [George RUSSELL X READER]

NOTE: This fic is NSFW with sub!George and dom!reader. If you're under 18 or uninterested, scroll past. If you like what you see here, consider checking out the rest of my blog :))

This fic is part of a kinktober series where each day I discuss a different kinky concept with a different motorsport athlete. I also discuss the concepts in more detail on my blog with other athletes so if you have any thoughts, feel free to stop by!

George's favourite thing about submission is how he doesn't have to think at all, how he can just fall back on you and trust you to take care of everything.

And there's nothing that gets him to that soft, floaty headspace where he can't think about anything like corruption kink play does, where he can act like he doesn't know anything at all and you'll teach him.

You treat him like he's made of glass, touching him so softly and whispering in his ear that he doesn't need to be scared and that you'll make him feel so good.

He asks you what he should do, how he can make himself feel good and his absolute favourite is when you 'teach' him how to touch himself.

He's such a pretty picture, laying between your thighs, his back against your front. He tips his head back to rest against your shoulder, turning to look his face to hide in your neck.

He lets out the prettiest whines when you start to touch his thighs and stomach, gently massaging him until he becomes a wriggly mess in your arms.

"Stay still," you whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek.

He whines, "Sorry, just feel so good," he answers, breathing hard.

You smile, knowing that you've got him right where you want him. He's so soft in your arms, letting you play with him and watching your movements with wide eyes, asking what comes next.

"Can I touch your pretty cock?" you ask him, smirking when he squirms at your words.

"Will it feel good?" he asks.

"So good, darling, it will feel so good," you answer.

"Okay," he says, voice so soft.

He hisses as you put some lube on his cock, and then whines when you start to touch him. You move slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him.

After a little while, you encourage him to take over and touch himself, and he always acts so shy and scared.

"It'll feel good," you tell him, "and I'll be right here, holding you."

He's so slow as he tries, shaking and hiding in your neck as he slowly strokes himself to completion, spilling all over your hand and mumbling his thanks over and over again.

[pray4saint]

I'm having sub George brainrot which is so rare for me... (a sub dreamnap simp)

But I can't stop thinking about tying him up and overstimming him smh </3 my brain isn't being fair rn smh

🐏

poor thing

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. smut. sub!george. gn!reader. bondage. overstim. marking. handjob (m receiving).

a/n. i live for sub!george

your boyfriend's a blubbering mess, tears streaming down his face as broken, hoarse moans are torn from his mouth. ”love, ple– please stop!” you pull your mouth from his thigh and tilt your head at him, slowing the pace of your hand on his cock. he takes the opportunity to catch his breath. ”but honey, m'not done with you yet.” he finally looks down at you, and even through watery eyes he can see the pout on your lips. ”mm'fine. fine.” immediately your face lights up again and you move your hand to continue jerking him off.

his wrists and hands strained against his restraints while his head fell back when he felt your mouth return to sucking dark hickeys on his thighs. he mentally cursed himself for being so pliable under you, for giving into you so easily but he couldn't help it. he just had to be good for you.

you felt his cock twitch in your hand and you smirked against the plush of his thigh. his moans were loud but his sobs were lighter and you tapped on his abdomen. looking down again, he held back sounds so you could talk to him. ”go on, pretty boy, cum for me. i know you need it.” it was like a chain reaction in his body, because in the next moment, his cum was spurting from his cock, covering his stomach and your hand.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[multiqts]

Pretty Boys

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!reader Warnings: explicit themes, bdsm themes, dom/sub themes, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), sub!george weasley, soft!dom!reader, cockwarming, aftercare not included but implied Word Count: 1.5k Description: After saying something to George the day before, you fear you had offended him. But when you meet in the room of requirement you find out the truth. A/N: this fic was inspired by an old blurb I read! Read it here!

You noticed it immediately. In class he would fidget with his clothes and squirm around in his seat. He was avoiding you all day. You'd like to think you knew your boyfriend very well. You couldn't help but think that it was last night's conversation that may have triggered this behavior in George.  George and you had been talking about your likes and dislikes in bed. George was happy to talk about his turn ons, but you were more apprehensive. To get you to start talking he tried rattling off some things that he thought might peak your interest to no avail. "So, what are you into then?" he pressed. You looked around.  "I guess I'm into kinda pretty boys?"  "Pretty boys?" his brows furrowed.  "Yeah I don't know, I think I like it when a guy is more dainty, like how women are expected to be?"  "Oh," was all that George said.  "But that doesn't mean I'm happy with what we have," You chimed.  Even if there weren't proper roles in your relationship, it was safe to say that George was a bit more submissive to you. He liked pleasing you. He was still very masculine. You thought that when you said that it might have hurt his feelings. But, you finally had the chance to quell your fear when you asked him to tell you what was up. You saw him in the corridor and stopped in front of him.  "George," even when he was right in front of you, his mind was somewhere else.  "Yes," he replied simply. He was still as fidgety as he has been all day fumbling with his fingers as you spoke to him.  "Is something wrong? You've barely spoken to me all day. If it's about what I said yesterday,"  "No, everything's alright," he dropped his hands and feigned confidence in his words. "But, can we meet in the room of requirement tonight?'' Now you were worried for a completely different reason. Dating one of the Weasley twins, you had to have tough skin. That didn't mean that if you saw one of their pranks coming you didn't break out into a bit of a sweat. But, he was usually cooler about them than he was right now. Right now, he was nervous and antsy. A far cry from the goofy troublemaker you knew. "I- um- I have to get to class," he stated.  "Alright," you nodded. Then you parted ways.  You were practically counting the hours before you met George in the room. Once dinner was over you dashed down to find him. You weren't sure you had even seen him in the great hall. Nonetheless, you finally found the wall that led to the room of requirement. You looked around to make sure no one else saw you enter, since its use was less than encouraged after it was found. When the coast was clear. You entered to find your boyfriend pacing in anticipation. He stopped the second he saw you.  "So, what did you need me for?" you asked innocently. You thought you already knew the answer.  "Well I thought about what you had said last night," Oh no, this was definitely not what you thought.  "George, I'm sorry if I-"  "Please let me finish," He interrupted. You let him continue. "I thought about what you said about you liking pretty boys and I couldn't stop thinking about it," he reached for his vest and pulled it over his head. Once it was off he dropped it to unbutton his shirt. Now, you had no clue what was going on. "I thought about you- um- calling me pretty and- fuck me this shirt is hard to unbutton" he looked down at his trembling hands as he spoke. "Then, it was all I could think about," He finally got the last button off and revealed a lacy baby pink bralette. A second piece, presumably the garter belt, with lace straps hugged his waist and led down into his trousers so you couldn't see the full piece. All of the fabric was dotted with embroidered roses. "I got so hard thinking about being your pretty boy Y/N" You looked up at him stunned. He looked marvelous with freckled skin blushing against the sheer fabric. The blush creeped up to his face as you stepped closer. He didn't take your silence well though. "Merlin, this was a mistake" He cupped his temples and put his head down in shame.  "Oh on the contrary dear," You reached up and ran your

finger between the elastic of his bottom piece and his skin. His flesh still hot even in the cold room. Your action made goosebumps run up and down his skin. You released one side of the lingerie, the elastic snapping back against his stomach. You took that free hand and raised your finger to his chin so he was looking at you. "But, you know that if you don't want this you don't have to right? You don't need to do something just 'cause I like it'' he shook his head.  "Did you not hear the part about how I was wanking to the idea of this? '' he laughed. You smiled and led George to the couch in the center of the room. He laid down on it, and you ran your hands down his body. He threw his head back and whined for you to touch him more. You happily obliged. Your hands made their way down his long body and to his bottoms. You unfastened his belt and undid his button. Hands pull down his trousers and reveal the rest of the lingerie. It was beautifully intricate. And the pinnacle of it, he had the rosy panties that just barely contained his bulge. You looked up at him with a sultry smirk.  "I guess you weren't lying," you teased. You palm at the light fabric. George moans needily at the soft touch. You haven't given what you or he needed just yet, but what you have given him was so good. "So naughty, George," He couldn't contain himself.  "Y/N please, I just need you to fuck me," his desperate pleas made you so wet, you could practically feel the slick pool between your thighs. He was practically pushing himself out of the delicate underwear as he grew harder and harder. You finally put him out of his misery by slipping his dick out of the thin undergarment. He whined as the air hit his skin. You licked a stripe up his cock and he threw his head back on the arm rest of the couch. His ginger hair gorgeously fanned out on the arm rest. You finally started stroking him up and down and George seemed to have lost all his senses. He thrusted his hips the second your hand moved. You could tell he was already coming undone as his eyes fluttered shut. "I think you deserve a reward for being just so perfect for me," he perked up instantly, his eyes looked down at you droopy with lust. "What do you think my pretty boy?" you finally said it. George sucked in a breath before desperately moaning  "Yes! Y/N! Please, I just need it! Whatever you think I deserve I'll take!" always so responsive your George. You finally got up off the couch and George watched with half-open eyes. You slowly slid off your clothes and George's breath sped up as he watched you crawl back on top of him. You positioned yourself to align with his erect girth that was standing straight up. You moaned as you sunk yourself down, unable to wait any longer.  "Merlin, George you are so perfect for me y'fill me up so well love," you praised. Your hips met his again and again bring each other closer to your orgasms. George was so caught up in the sensations to acknowledge your praise. He would just respond with the occasional whine or groan. "So pretty, so fucking pretty for me George," you cooed  "Can't- can't- hold it" This is why he loved you so much. You could reduce him to a side of him that he never showed the world. You could reduce him to the part of himself he repressed during the day. When he was with you he was your Georgie. He was your pretty boy.  "Don't hold it then Georgie. Let go, make a pretty little mess for me sweetheart," That was all he needed to hear. You felt his hot seed fill you up and that was what sent you over the edge. You came all over your boy still coming down from his high. Both of you overstimulating yourselves when you continued to grind against each other. Finally your hips faltered and you just laid your head on George's chest. He tiredly wrapped his arms around your torso and you two just listened to the sound of each other breathing before you spoke. "Y'know people are probably looking for us right?"  "Yeah," he sighed. "But, let's just lay here a

little yeah?" You nodded and tried to move your hips to get off of George but he quickly brought them back down. "Can we stay like this, please?"  "Sure" you smiled.

[theleftovertaco]

Hiya! About the kink thing - How about George Weasley and breath play? (on him)

Kinksame I adore George.

Warnings in place: NSFW, kind of dom!reader, breath play, not a warning but this is gender neutral

You sat yourself above George, straddling his hips and leaning over him so you were face to face.

“Like this, don’t you love? I think I do as well. It’s rare that your on top.” George grinned as he used the tip of his cock to tease your entrance. You squirmed and glared playfully at him.

“Yea, I think you’re gonna like it a lot more in a minute.” You sank down on him, and the two of you let out a steam of curses and moans.

"You were right," he said, bucking up into you, "I do like this more. I mean quite frankly I think you prefer me on top though, you like it when I can control yo-"

George's cocky rambling came to an abrupt stope as you wrapped a hand around his throat.

"You talk too much." George's eyes darkened and he squirmed a little against your hand, but your position gave you an advantage.

You clenching down on his cock might have kept him a little distracted as well.

"You know, you like to talk like your in control all of the time. But honestly, I think you need someone to put you in your place from time to time. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like my hand on your throat."

George let out a whine and bucked his hips again when your hand tightened further. His mouth opened as he struggled to receive new oxygen. You loosened your grip just for a second before doubling down again, relishing in the power you held over him in that moment.

"Do you think you could come like this, hmm Georgie? I think you could." You rode him faster and harder and as you wrapped your thumb and forefinger on his jugular veins, you felt him paint your insides with his cum, triggering you to let yourself release as well.

As you both came down from your high, you let your forehead fall down onto his chest and you let his throat go.

"So you like to be in control from time to time?"

"Oh, shut it, George."

[ameliora-j]

Hi! Do you have any thoughts on sub!george? I completely see him as a sub(maybe switch leaning sub) but I don’t know if anyone thinks the same thing as I do

i feel like georgie is sort of a shy sub. like if he's subby and needy he approaches you nervously like "mommy... can we go to your dorm please?" and he gets sososo blushy when you make him ask for what he wants. hiding his face in your neck as you straddle his thigh and stroke his cock while he whimpers out "mommy please can i cum?"

[slytherweasley]

Submissive (George Weasley x reader)

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary: Y/n asks George if she could be the dom and he takes it as a joke because she is the complete opposite. Y/n takes the role seriously

You and George aren’t the most wild couple when having sex. You usually just have slow love making sex because you’re both so exhausted from work. Lately you’ve felt the need for something more but you’re not sure if George will agree to it.

“Georgie” you sit beside him on the couch “What’s up, gorgeous?” “Well I wanted to talk about something and I wanted to know your opinion on it.” “Alright, I’m listening” “So you’re always really good in sex and when we are feeling energetic you’re a really good dom and I was wondering if I could try that out? You obviously don’t have to yes. I just thought it was a good idea” he laughs and you blush doubting yourself.

“Wait, you’re not joking darling?” George stops laughing “Well no, but it’s okay if you don’t want to do it” “Oh darling, sorry. I just thought you’re very kind and soft and that’s not bad but it takes a lot to do that.” “I know and I want to know what it’s like but I understand if you’re not comfortable.” “We can try it, love. Do you want to do it now?” “Not now, next time we are both in the mood to.”

You were quite excited, you knew you could slip into the role quickly and the best thing is George wasn’t expecting it. You knew you would have to help Fred and George in the shop today because it’s usually too busy for the both of them. You tie your hair back into a ponytail and put on a white tank top and some denim shorts. “Georgie, should I change into something else? Is this too much?” “You look gorgeous but maybe pull the tank top up a bit” you knew he would go insane for the cleavage but never say anything. “Oh, yeah you’re right, it looks a bit whore-ish” “What? No! You look great, don’t change a thing.”

It worked, you wear your tank top all day at work, it was hot out since it’s the summer. I could tell George wasn’t in the mood to be working which is unusual, he looked uncomfortable. You walk over to him when he’s not got any customers “Hey bubs. What’s wrong?” “Umm nothing” he says staring down at my breasts “Dont worry, there’s only a few hours left” “Y/n that tank top is hurting me, I am semi hard and it hurts” you chuckle “As I said only a few hours and then I’ll make sure you feel good, okay?” “Yes” he reaches his hand to squeeze my bum “No touching until we are in our room.” He groans desperately “You better be a good boy and don’t touch yourself either” you see another customer about to approach George so you walk away.

George keeps staring as you work the register. “Alright see you guys later, I’m going to meet Lee tonight. Have fun” Fred helps close the shop then we get the whole place to ourselves. “Y/n please” George groans “Come on, we are going now.” You get into the bedroom and close the door. George kisses your lips “No! Sit on the bed” George sits on the edge of the bed and you come behind him pressing your body against his. You kiss from his jaw down his neck sucking on it and leaving some hickeys. “Right there, fuck” George moans feeling himself get hard. He whines a lot about being hard and needing you.

You get off the bed and stand in front of him “You’re going to watch and you can’t touch” you tell him “Do you understand?” He nods his head. He watches as you strip down to your underwear “Now lay down for me.” He does what you say and you get on top of him and start to rock your hips on his. He whines and begs for more. He puts his hands on your hips “No!” You whack his hands away. “Ah please Y/n” “No, don’t be a bad boy” “I’m so close” “You’re not allowed to cum yet” he lets out a loud groan “Did you finish?” “No” “Good boy, open your mouth.”

He opens his mouth and you spit into it, you see he swallows it. You take off his shirt and kiss down his body, he whimpers and bucks his hips up. “Alright, you’re being a good boy so I’ll let you have what you want.” You undo his pants, you can already see the massive bulge in his pants. You pull off his pants and throw them on the floor “Look at this, you’re so hard aren’t you bubs?” He moans “Want me to take ‘em off?” “Yes!” “Yes what?” “Please take them off.” You take off his underwear and see how hard he is, you’ve never seen him so hard before. His tip is red and leaking a lot of precum. “Poor bubs, does it hurt?” Without saying anything he desperately bucks his hips up. “You want me to give you a handjob?” He nods his head “I just want to see you suffer a bit longer” he lets out a deep and loud groan.

He moves his hands down to touch his cock. “Do you want me to tie your hands up? Because you’re being naughty” “Please Y/n” “Tell me what you want” “Touch me!” He snaps, you cross your arms. “Not when you’re being a bad boy. Maybe I won’t let you cum” “Im so sorry, please I’ll be good!” He bucks his hips up again and you chuckle. “So desperate” you spread the precum on his tip, George moans. “Tell me how much you want my mouth” “So bad, it hurts Y/n! It hurts a lot. I just want your mouth” “Good boy.”

You suck on the tip, he bucks his hips up many times until you take him into the back of your throat. He whimpers and groans. “I’m going to cum” he says and you take him out of your mouth “Already? You must be desperate” he whines again “Ah please Y/n.” You give him a hand job, using both your hands to make him feel good. “Please can I cum?” “Not yet, you haven’t even been inside of me yet” you use one hand to your play with his tip and the other to stroke his shaft. His moans are out of control, he can’t stop saying your name.

You stop playing with his cock and undress fully. You unclip your bra and take off your underwear. George moans looking at you “So pretty” he moans “Thank you, my gorgeous boy. Are you ready for my cunt?” “Mmhm” he nods his head “I want you to cum inside me, really deep okay bubs?” “Yes.” He gets so excited as you sink down on his cock, you let out a loud moan when you sink all the way down, you move slowly up and down getting used to his size. You make sure to praise George “You make me feel so full bubs” he moans “So big, thank you Georgie.”

You start to move faster until you’re both moaning just as loud as each other. “I’m going to cum” he moans “Good boy, cum nice and deep inside me” you feel him cum his hot load into you and let out the loudest most sexual moan you have ever heard come out of his mouth. You buck your hips and cum pulsing around his sensitive cock.

You stay sitting around his cock feeling his cum leak out of you. You try to catch your breath, it is hard work being a dom but it’s so much fun. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had Y/n” George says “My brain is fuzzy I can’t think” you slowly get off him “We should probably take a shower, clean up all this mess” you suggest “Good idea but I don’t think I can stand up” George says “I’ll go run a bath then.”

“We need to do that again, you were amazing” George says “That was intense, I’m sure worse for you” “It was so worth it.”

[omg-imatotalmess]

Pet Names

Hey guys! I have had the headcanon that George would turn into a puddle when you call him something sweet, and my hypothetical question got lots of positive responses. So, here I am, yet again, offering a subby boy because that’s my specialty. Hope y’all enjoy!

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!), sub!George, dom!reader, pet name kink, praise kink, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, riding, swearing

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There was one thing about dating George Weasley that was an absolute fact: George loved pet names. Of course, you knew that to a degree. Since you started dating, it had become a rarity that he called you by your given name. You would have hated it from anyone else. Pet names typically weren't your thing, but you couldn't bring yourself to hate them when his voice dripped with sweetness. However, it never really occurred to you that he might want you to use them too. It wasn't until the two of you were lying on a couch in the Room of Requirement that you even thought about it. 

Snuggled up to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he dozed, you began to reflect on the whole pet name situation. He always had something sweet on the tip of his tongue while you only ever called him George. Georgie, if you were feeling particularly affectionate. You wondered if it bothered him that you didn't have a cute name for him. It wasn't like he'd ever asked, but sometimes he had trouble asking for things that he thought were embarrassing without joking about it. He always gave you delightfully cheesy nicknames when people were around that could easily be brushed off as joking. So maybe the embarrassment thing was the case. He just didn't exactly know how to ask. 

"I can hear the wheels turning in your head, sweetheart," George said, breaking you from your musings. 

"Sorry, go back to sleep," you said, nuzzling his neck affectionately. 

"Wasn't sleeping before anyway. Even if I was, what goes on in that brain of yours has to be more interesting," he said. Smiling, you rolled completely on top of him so you could see him better. "Well, hello there." 

"You caught me. I was thinking again," you said. 

"Were you thinking about me?" 

"Why, yes, in fact, I was." 

"How embarrassing. Do you have a crush on me or something, love?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"You're an idiot," you said fondly. "Really, though, I wanted to ask you something." The playfulness drained from his face immediately as he adopted a more serious expression. He almost looked a little worried. Smiling, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss between his furrowed brows in an attempt to make the wrinkle go away. 

"Is something wrong?" he asked. 

"No, I was just thinking about the nickname thing," you said. Your answer did nothing to relieve the expression. 

"Don't you like them? I'll call you something else if you want." You shook your head. 

"Actually, I was wondering if you wanted me to call you something else. Do you want cute names too?" you asked. George shifted under you, his expression morphing into one you'd become incredibly familiar with. A bright red flush bloomed over his cheeks as an almost concerningly wide grin pulled at his lips. 

"Thought you'd never ask snookums!" he laughed nervously, "Here I thought you were about to let Ron and Hermione out cute us. Personally, I think you should go for something like 'the sweetest love of my life and future husband.' The whole phrase. Just to prove them that we're the cuter pair." As he rambled, you found yourself becoming more and more amused by his expert avoidance of your eyes. 

"George?" Your voice was gentle but prodding, cutting his nervous speech short. Blinking, he offered another nervous laugh. 

"Yes, darling, sweetness, light of my life?" he asked. 

"Breathe," you said. 

"Right. I'll live a lot longer if I do that," he said, pulling in a steadying breath. Smiling, you ran your fingers through his hair in an attempt to soothe him further. 

"Now, as much as I truly do like 'the sweetest love of my life and future husband,' it's kinda a mouthful," you said. 

"That's what she said," George rattled off automatically. 

"Jesus, I didn't mean to fluster you so bad. I'm sorry, sunshine," you said, testing the name.

And he whimpered. It was just a soft, breathy little sound. One you would have missed if you hadn't quite literally been laying on his chest. You weren't even sure if he was aware he'd done it, but, Christ, were you happy he did. That one little sound told you so much. Not to mention the way his fingers squeezed needily at your hips and that his eyes seemed to lose focus. Suddenly, you felt like you were taking up his entire field of vision. Nothing beyond you existed. Not to him. All that for just one simple word. 

"You like, sunshine?" you asked. 

"I dunno if it has the same ring as, uh, as whatever it was that I said, but it's alright," he said, squirming under your penetrating gaze. 

"Just alright? You want something else?" you teased.

"If you-if you think you can c-come up with something better," he stuttered. 

"Okay, baby boy," you purred.

If you thought sunshine had done it for him, baby boy blew that out of the water. A shiver tore through his body right down to his fingertips as his mouth dropped open into a quiet moan. Despite the low volume, the sound echoed in your ears. It dripped with pure need. As though he couldn't go another second without you touching him. The cherry flush that bloomed high in the apples of his cheeks swooped over the tips of his ears. He was beautiful. Enticing. And you were only human. Leaning forward, you traced your tongue up the shell of his ear, biting it lightly. 

"That better?" you muttered against his ear. Pulling back, you watched as George opened and closed his mouth, fishing for anything to say in response. He wasn't having much luck, just spitting out collections of sounds that didn't quite resemble words. 

"Come on, baby boy, use your words," you said, cupping his cheek and rolling your thumb over his bottom lip. 

"Yes." His voice cracked on the word. 

"Good boy," you said, smirking like a well-fed cat, "Now, how 'bout we get you out of those clothes. I wanna see all of my pretty baby." 

"Please," he breathed. Carefully, you repositioned yourself, so you had full access to his clothing. You only managed a couple of buttons before his much larger hand curled around one of yours. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he brushed a tender kiss over your knuckles. 

"I love you, (Y/N)," he said. Smiling, you pulled his hand to your mouth and returned the gesture. 

"I love you too," you replied. 

With your hand back, you made quick work of his shirt. You pushed it open and took in the lightly freckled expanse of his chest. His skin was a swirl of cinnamon-colored constellations. You trailed your fingers across them, admiring the trail of goosebumps the left behind. George was lovely. Devastatingly so. Bringing your head down, you followed the same path your fingers had taken, stopping briefly to lap at his nipples. He whined softly at the attention, tangling his hands in your hair. 

"You're so beautiful," you said. 

You kissed up his chest to his lips, and he tilted his head to meet you. His lips pressed hungrily to your own. The faint taste of honey teased your senses as you dipped your tongue into his mouth. You loved that he always managed to taste sweet. Lightly, you ran your tongue over his own, savoring that elusive sweetness for as long as you could. Slipping your hand down to rub him through his pants, you were surprised to find him fully hard. Even though you'd barely touched him, he was straining against his zipper. 

"(Y/N)," he whimpered against your mouth. 

"I bet that's uncomfortable. You want me to take care of that, baby boy?" you asked, popping the button. 

"Please. Please take care of it," he begged, bucking his hips into your hand. Without responding, you pushed his pants down to his thighs while trailing burning kisses down his torso. You pressed a kiss to each of his hip bones before wrapping your hand around his cock. Giving it a few long, slow strokes that had him bucking into your hand, you looked up at him. 

"Tell me what you want," you said. 

"Your mouth. Please, (Y/N)," he said quickly. 

"Anything for my sweet baby boy," you said. 

Slowly, you dragged your tongue from the base to the tip, paying special attention to the ridge of the head. A low moan sounded above you. You took a moment to appreciate the sound before sinking his cock into your mouth. His hips bucked, and you gagged slightly. Breathing softly through your nose, you gripped his hips tightly to keep him from doing it again. You bobbed your head slowly, running your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. 

"C'mon, don't tease," George begged, straining against your restrictive grip. 

You didn't say anything but picked up the pace slightly. Removing on hand from its place on his hip, you fondled his balls and teased lightly at his perineum. His hips flexed wildly against your hand. It only took swallowing around him once before he was calling out warnings and groaning loudly into the open air. You pulled off before he could cum, ignoring the disappointed whine. 

"Wanna come. Please, (Y/N), I wanna come so bad," he cried, bucking into the air looking for friction. 

"I know, baby boy," you said, shimmying out of your pants. "I wanna be ridding you when you do, but you gotta prep me first. Can you do that for me? Can you finger me until I'm nice and open for you, baby boy?" 

"Uh-huh," he said, fumbling for the lube that appeared on the table. Turning, you presented yourself to him, so he had better access. Gentle as always, he sunk a long finger into you. 

"That's my good boy," you sighed. As he fingered you open, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to the backs of your thighs. You wrapped your hand around his cock again, stroking it in time with the thrusts of his fingers. Then he curled them a bit. 

"There! That's it," you mewled, rocking back against him. 

"More!" He obediently added another finger. 

"Am I making you feel good?" he asked, his voice hoarse. Whether it was from moaning or just from the idea that he was bringing you pleasure, you couldn't tell. 

"So good," you said. You felt his cock twitch in your hand, and he shivered. 

"Close," he whimpered. 

"Let me sit on your pretty cock, baby boy," you purred. Almost reluctantly, he slipped his fingers from you, and you positioned yourself over him. Neither of you was interested in waiting long. Once he was fully seated inside you, you could already feel him shivering with the effort not to cum. 

"Move?" It came out as a question. Both asking your permission and begging you to ride him until he was shaking with overstimulation. 

Picking up your hips, you dropped them back slowly. You savored the slight burn of the stretch. Hands quickly found your hips. And then you were moving. You weren't sure if he'd thrust up into you or if you'd started this pace on your own. You didn't care. It didn't matter when he was hitting that spot inside you just right. 

"So good, baby boy! Right there!" you cried. 

"So tight. So good. Wanna cum! Please can I cum?" he begged, digging his fingers into your hips in a way that would definitely bruise. 

Pulling his chin up with two fingers, you kissed him like your life depended on it. Tongues tangled sloppily, your teeth clicked together, and the angle was a little off considering the constant motion. Still, you couldn't bring yourself to care with him, whining obscenities into your mouth. Begging to cum so prettily. If you were a little meaner or not so desperate yourself, you'd draw it out a little longer. Maybe next time. Separating with a wet pop, you smoothed your thumb across his spit-slick, swollen lips. 

"Are you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?" you asked. He nodded, hooded eyes staring at you pleadingly. 

"Close, close, please," he whined, dropping his head forward to your chest.

"Cum, baby boy." With a long, low moan, he was gone. He pounded sloppily into you with uncontrolled thrusts, wrapping his arms around your back to pull you impossibly closer. Between that and the sight of his utterly wrecked expression, you went tumbling over the edge after him. Your own shout of pleasure shook the room. Your thighs trembled with the force of it. For a second, you swore, you stopped breathing. 

"Holy fuck," you panted as you came down from your high. 

"Felt pretty holy to me," George said, leaning heavily against the arm of the couch. 

"When I find my brain, I'll say something witty," you said. You let him slip out of you, opting to ignore the mess running down your thighs in favor of laying against his chest again. 

"Anytime you wanna do that again, I'd happily oblige, love," he said. 

"You just fucked my brain across the room while I called you baby boy, and you're already thinking about round two?" you snorted.  

"Should I not be?" Well, round two did sound pretty good. 

"Give me a hot minute, and I'll get right on that, sunshine." You didn't miss the love in his dark eyes as he gazed down at you with a crooked grin. Or the way his cock twitched in interest.