Story
Title: Split Decision
Username: Crystachan
Exchange With: torn_disaster
Pairing(s): You/Fred and You/George
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Sex/threesome
Word Count: 1885
Summary: The twins both like you, but how is it going to work if you can't choose between them?
Link:
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter... or any song by Meat Loaf.
Warning: This is a -you- fiction which happens to contain "GRAPHIC SEX!"
You laid on your bed as the other girls that shared your dorm room giggled about Valentine's Day. Apparently they each had their eye on someone. You sighed and listened to their newest conversation.
"Fred and George both like the same person," Katie informed the others.
"Are they going to fight over her?" Alicia asked.
"Wouldn't that be dreamy?" Angelina sighed.
"I wonder who they like," Alicia said.
"Well whoever it is will probably find out soon; they're not two that'll keep a secret for too long!" Angelina pointed out. You groaned. What were the Weasley twins up to now? Not that...having two boys liking you was bad,but twins? It'd be to choose between them. You smiled to yourself, doing exactly what almost every other girl in your dorm was doing, imagining a threesome with those boys.
"(You)! (You)!" You were shaken.
"What?" you asked groggily.
"The twins have an announcement," Angelina told you.
You sat upright, "what kind of announcement?"
"Apparently they're going to tell which girl they have their eyes on," Katie said from behind her.
"Oh, when?" you asked...this was going to be interesting.
"Now!" Alicia yelled from the doorway.
You stood up and followed the girls to the common room not bothering to change from your pajamas.
Downstairs everyone was waiting anxiously for the twins. You sat further back near the fireplace. Your roommates had gotten themselves front row seats.
Aloud crash signified their arrival. You watched them eagerly wondering what the two pranksters were up to. Fred stood on the table in the middle of the crowd. George, on the other hand, was crowd surfing. You giggled at the sight of them.
Whenever George finally got back to the table, Fred cleared his throat and began, "as you all know-"
"-for this is why you've gathered-" George helped him.
"-we have come to announce-"
"-that our next victim-"
"-he means lucky lady-"
"-to become our Valentine-"
You stifled another giggle. Did they rehearse this?
"-is (you)!" Fred pointed towards you.
"WHAT?!" you yelled slightly embarrassed. Every eye was on you sitting red-faced in your pajamas. They both grinned at you happily.
"Choose one! Choose one!" the crowd began to chant. Your eyes widened; you looked for an escape desperately. You stood up, but before you could get away the twins cornered you.
They leaned in on either side of you, "meet us, seven tonight on the quidditch field."
You flushed, "umm, okay." They left you to fend yourself against the overly excited mob.
"Look! An overzealous giraffe!" you extended your index finger in a random direction. The herd of witches and wizards twisted to catch a glimpse. You took this time to rush to your room.
You leaned against the closed door panting. Thank Merlin you got away safely. What were you going to do? You couldn't just choose one, and break the other's heart, could you? You didn't even know which one to pick. What if you picked the wrong one?
You shook your head and pried yourself away the door. You dropped onto your bed dreading the meeting later tonight. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie burst through the door.
You sighed and buried your face in a pillow. They were the last people you needed to see at the moment.
"(You)? Are you alright?" Katie asked softly. You nodded, not making the effort to remove your face from the pillow.
"Do you need help deciding?" Alicia asked. That was what you needed to hear! You sat up.
"I'd pick George if I were you," Angelina advised.
"Angelina! You only say that because you used to like Fred!" Alicia protested.
"Well, umm,is there one you talk to more?" Katie asked.
"I never know which twin I'm speaking to," you blushed as you admitted this.
"Hmm...I really don't know what to say then," Katie said.
"I'm sorry we aren't much help," Angelina said softly still embarrassed from being told.
"What did they say to you anyway?" Katie asked.
What should you tell her? You didn't want people spying on you talking to the boys.
"Just a "be our Valentine" thing, that's all," you told her hoping they'd believe you.
"They are just so romantic!" Angelina said.
Contrary to Angelina's last statement their idea of romanticism made your day a little disastrous. During Potions George kept winking, waving, dancing, and writing 'I love you' in the air with his wand. In the middle of class Snape finally caught him in the act. Half the class was distracted, and you had been adding ingredients into your partner's cauldron on accident. Snape was in the process of giving George detention when your partner, Lee decided to stir his potion causing it to explode. Luckily Lee managed to escape unharmed.
Not to mention later during Transfiguration Fred transformed his teacup into a heart, which wasn't so bad, until he tried to toss it to you. It ended up hitting Lee, breaking, and giving him a concussion. Professor McGonnagal gave him two weeks of detention for that little stunt.
To top it all off, at dinner they both got up onto the tables and sang "I'd do anything for love" by Meat Loaf to you.
You were on your way to the quidditch field slightly irritated when it started to rain. Could this day get any worse? You swung open the gate. Drenched you marched to the center of the quidditch field...only to find yourself alone. You were about to turn around, go back to the school, and murder the both of them when arms wrapped around your waist. You leaned back savoring the warmth.
"I'm sorry about today," a voice whispered into your ear.
"It's fine," you weren't sure if you meant it. George hugged you from the front.
"We wanted you to feel really loved," Fred voice was still soft.
"I'm sorry we messed up your day," George's voice was lowered too.
"It's really okay," you said from between them. Fred nuzzled his face into your neck while George leaned his forehead against yours.
"You're so extremely beautiful," You weren't sure who said that because George's lips covered yours with a gentle kiss that seemed to last forever. As soon as his lips left yours Fred lined your neck with his own soft kisses. George sent a glare at Fred who glared back over your shoulder.
"Guys...I can't pick one of you. I'm sorry...I just can't," you told them.
"Darling, that's not why we're here," Fred told you.
"It isn't?" you asked as a wave of confusion hit you.
"We both like you-" George started.
"-we'd never want to force you to do something-" Fred added.
"-but we -are- used to sharing," George watched your face for the reaction.
You gasped; they wanted a threesome...with you? That was really only something you'd ever dreamed of.
"Oh, no. I'm sorry," Fred frowned into your neck.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that. I should have known," George said with a hint of disappointment.
"No, no. Really. I don't mind! I don't mind at all!" you gave a small smile to encourage them. Fred's grip on you tightened, "thank you."
You nodded and shivered as the rain fell harder.
"Are you cold, my dear?" George asked.
"Even with us surrounding you?" Fred included.
You smiled; you wanted to hug them back, but it was impossible in this position. They stood staring at you baffled, until you turned around and tackled them both to the ground in a hug.
You giggled as they flipped you over onto your back and began tickling you. You squirmed under them trying to get away when Fred's lips captured yours in a passionate, yet needy kiss.
You barely had time to catch your breath when your lips parted for George's crashed down on yours. You moaned against his lips. Fred reached under you and slipped off your soaked robes before slowly unbuttoning your shirt.
George's tongue slid over your lips lightly begging you to part them. You gave him access to your mouth as Fred finished undoing your shirt.
Fred's fingers raked over your flushed skin making goose bumps appear everywhere he touched. His hands went under you and his fingers smoother over you back to unhook your bra. You shifted your body to make it easier for Fred to remove your bra as George kissed down your jaw to your neck. Fred replaced George's mouth with his own while George slid his tongue over your breast. He took your nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it lightly.
You moaned into Fred's mouth as he let his hand find its way to your other breast. George flicked his tongue over your nipple nice again before kissing down your stomach. Fred stopped kissing you suddenly. He looked down at you as his hair dripped around you, "is it okay?"
You looked down to where George had your skirt band clenched in his hands. Your eyes traveled back to Fred who watched you lustfully. You nodded and George slipped off your skirt with alacrity as Fred continued ravishing your mouth. This time both of Fred's hands were teasing your nipples into form.
George let his fingers lazily draw on your thighs as he admired your body with great desire. He still hadn't removed your wet panties.
"George, may I?" Fred asked. His brother nodded before switching places with him. George took off his robe, tie, and shirt. You stared at his muscular chest. Must be from all that quidditch. George situated his body your you stomach on his knees letting you feel the proof of his desire for you.
You moaned at the pressure of his erection making him groan loudly in response. You reached up and set your fingertips on his abs feeling his muscles.
Fred pulled your panties off and George brought your hands to his mouth. George put your index finger in his mouth and sucked on it sensually distracting you from Fred as he pushed a couple of fingers into you. Fred's fingers pressed into you slowly, but you arched your hips up against them making them slide into you faster. George closed his eyes as your stomach pressed into him maddeningly. He quickly stood up putting distance between his erection and your stomach.
"I can't take it," his words were strained. Fred looked up at him curiously.
"I need to feel the inside of her," George looked eagerly at Fred who nodded silently and left you.
Fred reclaimed your mouth; however upside down as George peeled off his pants and boxers. He readied himself over you and pushed into you. The pain struck you hard, but Fred kept you from crying out. George pushed into you until it felt like you were over-filled; soon after, he rose over you and thrusted into you slowly, enticingly.
You tried to tell him faster, but Fred took your open mouth with his tongue; although George did comply by speeding up his thrusts. You moaned as Fred took a breath on the edge of your climax. George came leaving you unsatisfied, but Fred recently undressed took George's place.
Fred dived into you quickly as George's mouth seized your in a loving kiss. Your body was burning; George was adding to the fire, and Fred was attempting to put it out. Fred felt his own climax approaching, but he wanted to feel yours first.
You grabbed the grass threatening to extirpate it as you hit your climax. George kissed you once more as Fred released into you. He collapsed on the side of you. George made his way to the other side.
You laid between them as your breathing returned to its normal pace.
"Did that differ from your past Valentine's Days?" Fred asked softly.
You smiled, "just a little, and thanks."
"Anytime," both of them admitted together.
Username: Crystachan
Exchange With: torn_disaster
Pairing(s): You/Fred and You/George
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Sex/threesome
Word Count: 1885
Summary: The twins both like you, but how is it going to work if you can't choose between them?
Link:
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter... or any song by Meat Loaf.
Warning: This is a -you- fiction which happens to contain "GRAPHIC SEX!"
You laid on your bed as the other girls that shared your dorm room giggled about Valentine's Day. Apparently they each had their eye on someone. You sighed and listened to their newest conversation.
"Fred and George both like the same person," Katie informed the others.
"Are they going to fight over her?" Alicia asked.
"Wouldn't that be dreamy?" Angelina sighed.
"I wonder who they like," Alicia said.
"Well whoever it is will probably find out soon; they're not two that'll keep a secret for too long!" Angelina pointed out. You groaned. What were the Weasley twins up to now? Not that...having two boys liking you was bad,but twins? It'd be to choose between them. You smiled to yourself, doing exactly what almost every other girl in your dorm was doing, imagining a threesome with those boys.
"(You)! (You)!" You were shaken.
"What?" you asked groggily.
"The twins have an announcement," Angelina told you.
You sat upright, "what kind of announcement?"
"Apparently they're going to tell which girl they have their eyes on," Katie said from behind her.
"Oh, when?" you asked...this was going to be interesting.
"Now!" Alicia yelled from the doorway.
You stood up and followed the girls to the common room not bothering to change from your pajamas.
Downstairs everyone was waiting anxiously for the twins. You sat further back near the fireplace. Your roommates had gotten themselves front row seats.
Aloud crash signified their arrival. You watched them eagerly wondering what the two pranksters were up to. Fred stood on the table in the middle of the crowd. George, on the other hand, was crowd surfing. You giggled at the sight of them.
Whenever George finally got back to the table, Fred cleared his throat and began, "as you all know-"
"-for this is why you've gathered-" George helped him.
"-we have come to announce-"
"-that our next victim-"
"-he means lucky lady-"
"-to become our Valentine-"
You stifled another giggle. Did they rehearse this?
"-is (you)!" Fred pointed towards you.
"WHAT?!" you yelled slightly embarrassed. Every eye was on you sitting red-faced in your pajamas. They both grinned at you happily.
"Choose one! Choose one!" the crowd began to chant. Your eyes widened; you looked for an escape desperately. You stood up, but before you could get away the twins cornered you.
They leaned in on either side of you, "meet us, seven tonight on the quidditch field."
You flushed, "umm, okay." They left you to fend yourself against the overly excited mob.
"Look! An overzealous giraffe!" you extended your index finger in a random direction. The herd of witches and wizards twisted to catch a glimpse. You took this time to rush to your room.
You leaned against the closed door panting. Thank Merlin you got away safely. What were you going to do? You couldn't just choose one, and break the other's heart, could you? You didn't even know which one to pick. What if you picked the wrong one?
You shook your head and pried yourself away the door. You dropped onto your bed dreading the meeting later tonight. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie burst through the door.
You sighed and buried your face in a pillow. They were the last people you needed to see at the moment.
"(You)? Are you alright?" Katie asked softly. You nodded, not making the effort to remove your face from the pillow.
"Do you need help deciding?" Alicia asked. That was what you needed to hear! You sat up.
"I'd pick George if I were you," Angelina advised.
"Angelina! You only say that because you used to like Fred!" Alicia protested.
"Well, umm,is there one you talk to more?" Katie asked.
"I never know which twin I'm speaking to," you blushed as you admitted this.
"Hmm...I really don't know what to say then," Katie said.
"I'm sorry we aren't much help," Angelina said softly still embarrassed from being told.
"What did they say to you anyway?" Katie asked.
What should you tell her? You didn't want people spying on you talking to the boys.
"Just a "be our Valentine" thing, that's all," you told her hoping they'd believe you.
"They are just so romantic!" Angelina said.
Contrary to Angelina's last statement their idea of romanticism made your day a little disastrous. During Potions George kept winking, waving, dancing, and writing 'I love you' in the air with his wand. In the middle of class Snape finally caught him in the act. Half the class was distracted, and you had been adding ingredients into your partner's cauldron on accident. Snape was in the process of giving George detention when your partner, Lee decided to stir his potion causing it to explode. Luckily Lee managed to escape unharmed.
Not to mention later during Transfiguration Fred transformed his teacup into a heart, which wasn't so bad, until he tried to toss it to you. It ended up hitting Lee, breaking, and giving him a concussion. Professor McGonnagal gave him two weeks of detention for that little stunt.
To top it all off, at dinner they both got up onto the tables and sang "I'd do anything for love" by Meat Loaf to you.
You were on your way to the quidditch field slightly irritated when it started to rain. Could this day get any worse? You swung open the gate. Drenched you marched to the center of the quidditch field...only to find yourself alone. You were about to turn around, go back to the school, and murder the both of them when arms wrapped around your waist. You leaned back savoring the warmth.
"I'm sorry about today," a voice whispered into your ear.
"It's fine," you weren't sure if you meant it. George hugged you from the front.
"We wanted you to feel really loved," Fred voice was still soft.
"I'm sorry we messed up your day," George's voice was lowered too.
"It's really okay," you said from between them. Fred nuzzled his face into your neck while George leaned his forehead against yours.
"You're so extremely beautiful," You weren't sure who said that because George's lips covered yours with a gentle kiss that seemed to last forever. As soon as his lips left yours Fred lined your neck with his own soft kisses. George sent a glare at Fred who glared back over your shoulder.
"Guys...I can't pick one of you. I'm sorry...I just can't," you told them.
"Darling, that's not why we're here," Fred told you.
"It isn't?" you asked as a wave of confusion hit you.
"We both like you-" George started.
"-we'd never want to force you to do something-" Fred added.
"-but we -are- used to sharing," George watched your face for the reaction.
You gasped; they wanted a threesome...with you? That was really only something you'd ever dreamed of.
"Oh, no. I'm sorry," Fred frowned into your neck.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that. I should have known," George said with a hint of disappointment.
"No, no. Really. I don't mind! I don't mind at all!" you gave a small smile to encourage them. Fred's grip on you tightened, "thank you."
You nodded and shivered as the rain fell harder.
"Are you cold, my dear?" George asked.
"Even with us surrounding you?" Fred included.
You smiled; you wanted to hug them back, but it was impossible in this position. They stood staring at you baffled, until you turned around and tackled them both to the ground in a hug.
You giggled as they flipped you over onto your back and began tickling you. You squirmed under them trying to get away when Fred's lips captured yours in a passionate, yet needy kiss.
You barely had time to catch your breath when your lips parted for George's crashed down on yours. You moaned against his lips. Fred reached under you and slipped off your soaked robes before slowly unbuttoning your shirt.
George's tongue slid over your lips lightly begging you to part them. You gave him access to your mouth as Fred finished undoing your shirt.
Fred's fingers raked over your flushed skin making goose bumps appear everywhere he touched. His hands went under you and his fingers smoother over you back to unhook your bra. You shifted your body to make it easier for Fred to remove your bra as George kissed down your jaw to your neck. Fred replaced George's mouth with his own while George slid his tongue over your breast. He took your nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it lightly.
You moaned into Fred's mouth as he let his hand find its way to your other breast. George flicked his tongue over your nipple nice again before kissing down your stomach. Fred stopped kissing you suddenly. He looked down at you as his hair dripped around you, "is it okay?"
You looked down to where George had your skirt band clenched in his hands. Your eyes traveled back to Fred who watched you lustfully. You nodded and George slipped off your skirt with alacrity as Fred continued ravishing your mouth. This time both of Fred's hands were teasing your nipples into form.
George let his fingers lazily draw on your thighs as he admired your body with great desire. He still hadn't removed your wet panties.
"George, may I?" Fred asked. His brother nodded before switching places with him. George took off his robe, tie, and shirt. You stared at his muscular chest. Must be from all that quidditch. George situated his body your you stomach on his knees letting you feel the proof of his desire for you.
You moaned at the pressure of his erection making him groan loudly in response. You reached up and set your fingertips on his abs feeling his muscles.
Fred pulled your panties off and George brought your hands to his mouth. George put your index finger in his mouth and sucked on it sensually distracting you from Fred as he pushed a couple of fingers into you. Fred's fingers pressed into you slowly, but you arched your hips up against them making them slide into you faster. George closed his eyes as your stomach pressed into him maddeningly. He quickly stood up putting distance between his erection and your stomach.
"I can't take it," his words were strained. Fred looked up at him curiously.
"I need to feel the inside of her," George looked eagerly at Fred who nodded silently and left you.
Fred reclaimed your mouth; however upside down as George peeled off his pants and boxers. He readied himself over you and pushed into you. The pain struck you hard, but Fred kept you from crying out. George pushed into you until it felt like you were over-filled; soon after, he rose over you and thrusted into you slowly, enticingly.
You tried to tell him faster, but Fred took your open mouth with his tongue; although George did comply by speeding up his thrusts. You moaned as Fred took a breath on the edge of your climax. George came leaving you unsatisfied, but Fred recently undressed took George's place.
Fred dived into you quickly as George's mouth seized your in a loving kiss. Your body was burning; George was adding to the fire, and Fred was attempting to put it out. Fred felt his own climax approaching, but he wanted to feel yours first.
You grabbed the grass threatening to extirpate it as you hit your climax. George kissed you once more as Fred released into you. He collapsed on the side of you. George made his way to the other side.
You laid between them as your breathing returned to its normal pace.
"Did that differ from your past Valentine's Days?" Fred asked softly.
You smiled, "just a little, and thanks."
"Anytime," both of them admitted together.