Ficlet: Tasting Fire
Title: Tasting Fire
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cormac/Ginny
Word Count: 1,580.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Cormac had many fantasies of fucking the Weasley girl. What actually happens is completely different.
A/n: Done for
torino10154’s Blowjob Weekend.
[Naughty]
Ginevra Weasley was one, fit bird. one very fit, and fuckable bird.
She's been an... untainable prize for a while now. He had an eye for Granger because she would go places, but he wanted Weaslette for her fucking hot body. He knew he wasn't the only one guy who looked at her, heck, even those slimes in Slytherin had taken a shine to her.
Bu Cormac knew that getting to shag her would be just as hard as his dare with the doxy eggs. If he wasn't careful he could end worse than a trip to St. Mungo. Weaslette liked hurling curses far too much.
Even after she made a fool of him during try-outs, because he KNEW that it must have been her who messed up his chances as Keeper, he still wanted her.
Merlin, he really wanted to fuck her. It was only fair, considering the way she kept mocking him in the Qudditch pitch, with her long red hair and those legs of her hugging the broomstick.
Cormac wanted nothing more than to put His broomstick between her legs, and ride her for hours.
or better yet, push her again the wall, rip her knickers and fuck her from behind, Slowly in-and-out and Hard.
He just had to find the perfect opportunity, something that wouldn't end with her cursing his prick off.
and then it dawned on him. A Bet. Weaslette was just as prideful as he was and she wouldn't refuse a bet, to prove she was better than him. Specially if he insulted her brother about getting the Keeper's position through her cheating.
She would deny it and she would accept the bet to prove him wrong.
~
Cormac was used to getting what he wants, but he still couldn't believe he Won. The. Bet.
They had agreed to meet After Practice on Friday,in the locker rooms. Weaslette had insisted they waited a few hours and Cormac had agreed. That way no one, not even Potter, would still be there to interrupt. Cormac was determined to make it last, and make it memorable.
Cormac had used the time to think of what exactly he was going to do to her.
Maybe they would do it in the showers. His prick stiffen at the image of Weaslette with water washing over her. He would push her against the wall, pushing himself inside her while he left bite marks all over her body, and fondled her tits.
Yeah that's what they were going to do, Cormac smirked in anticipation.
When he got there he found that Weaslette had already taken a shower and was standing on top of some ladder, wrapped in a towel, and pulling her clothes out of the top locker.
His smirk widen as he saw her bare back, and her arse's curves marked by the towel drapping down her waist.
Looked like a change of plans, but he wasn't short on ideas.
Cormac dropped his stuff and pulled his clothes off until he was just in his underwear> Form fitting briefs, of course.
He walked up to her and tried to wrap his arms around her legs and reach up to pull the towel off. He was greeted with a shriek and a near hit to the face, courtesy of her elbow.
'What are you doing McLaggen?'
'We had a bet. Which you Lost' he said, 'I'm here to collect my reward'
'I know that! but-'
'No buts, Weaslette. We have a deal.'
'Just wait a minute!-' Weaslette said, turning around so that she was facing down on him.
'You're not getting out of this Weaslette, you Agreed to this-'
'Just let me get down you git! I-'
There's a bit of a struggle. Cormac remembers himself losing his footing and falling backwards, grabbing Weaslette and pulling her down with him.
He swears as his shoulderblades hit the floor first, but fortunately he doesn't hit his head. A split second after, Weaslette falls on top of him, pushing him down again.
He grunts and tries to shift to get up, buts he can't. He can feel his head trapped between Weaslette's legs. He blinks and realizes that he's flat on his back, that Weaslette is on top of him, and had lost her towel, and he's looking directly at her knicker-covered pussy hovering above his head.
The smell of her fills his nose and he smirks.
'I didn't expected you to be so forward Weaslette''
'You made me lose my balance you slimy git! Merlin, Let me get up, so we can get this over with'
Before she can move an inch, McLaggen wraps his hands around her waist, holding her in place.
'No, stay like that'
He holds her firmly with one hand, while he uses the other to grab her knickers, and with one hard pull, rips them off entirely. The smell of her fills out his nose.
'What are you doing?!'
But Cormac doesn't give her time to react more. Discarting her knickers, he grabs her by her waist, holding her in place, and slips his tongue inside her folds.
Weaslette gasps and squirms trying to break his hold on her, but Cormac just holds her tigher.
'McLaggen- you c-can't...''
'This is what I want Weaslette,' He says, 'Don't worry, I'll make it memorable'
He feels her body shudder as he pushes his tongue inside her again, but they're playing by his rules now.
He's slow at first, running his tongue up and down her pussy.
He does it fast and slow, tasting every inch twice, teasing her.
It doesn't take long when he can feel her breath hitching up, as his tongue laps and swirls around. Fast and Slow, Slow and Fast.
She's fully wet now, and McLaggen sucks up and swallows tasting her salty fluids.
She stops struggling and Mclaggen can hear her moaning now, little gasps escaping her lips.
He smirks between licking and swallowing, and uses his hands to push and spread her legs further so that his tongue can reach deeper into her.
Slow and Fast, Fast and Slow.
Her breathing quickens and her moans become deeper and turn into whimpers.
'Oh, Merlin... O-h...I-'
He has her now.
He grabs her even tighers and begins to move her back and forth, so that he can lick further back.
Suddenly she tenses and Cormac can feel she's begin to peak into an orgasm
'Not so fast Weaslette'
He pulls his tongue out and hears her hiss at him. He makes her wait for it, before he begins to lick inside her again.
Confident that she won't get off, He losens his grip on her waist and moves his hand back to cup one of her arse cheeks.
She gasps, but he speeds on sucking her to prevent her protests, as his fingers move under her arse and push into her clit.
'M-McLaggen'
He keeps on licking as he runs his thumb along her folds, getting them completely covered in her juices.
He keeps this double-act as he feels her begin to rock back and forth against him. He can feel she's comming again.
He looks up to see sweat run down her torso. Her skin flushed bright red. Her nipples hard and her tits bouncing up as her breath quickens more.
He stops licking to say in a hoarsed voice 'Beg for it Weaslette'
'I-I won't Y-You- can't m-m-make m-e--'
'I definitely am Weaslette' he says, 'I got you all hot and bothered and begging for my tongue'
He pushes his thumb harder and runs it up and down some more and she whimpers.
'Say.It.'
'P-Please'
'What?' He says teasing her clit now.
'P-P-Please Cormac... Please... L-Let me...'
Satisfied he spreads her a little more so that his tongue has full acess to her clit, and begins licking it faster and faster.
Her moans are louder now and he feels shudder after shudder run down her back as she arches her back against him.
He frees his hands and reaches up to grab her tits, fondling them and pinching her nipples like he first wanted to.
He is finding a new rhythm, Lick and Squeeze, Squeeze and Lick when he feels her tense up and cry out in extasy as she finally reaches an orgasm.
He licks her clean before he releases his grip on her and she slowly gets up.
Cormac does the same, now fully aware of how painful and tigh and unfullfilled his prick is now.
But he can hold its release for a little while longer as he looks in satisfaction at Ginevra Weasley, looking totally flushed, sweaty and struggling to stand up.
'I told you I was going to make it memorable Weaslette'
She avoided looking at him, but Cormac knew she was trying to excuses of how much she liked it.
'If that's all I like to go back to my the Gryffindor Tower McLaggen'
'Alright Weaslette'
She picked her discarted knickers and clothes and made way to the showers.
Cormac grabbed her by the arm and leaning closer he whispered in her ear.
'We're done for today, but we're not Done Weaslette'
'What?' he heard her yell.
'You see I expected you to get me off-- Not the other way around'
He runs his hand down her abdomen.
'So next week. Same time, same place. I want you against that locker that you were so focused earlier. So I can pay better attention to that arse of yours...'