It Didn't Make Sense *NC-17* Ron/Cormac
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acquiescenceOh my goodness, i finally finished this one. After months of working on it - it just did not want to get written. But thanks to the slushes party tonight i was able to finish it.
Title: It Didn't Make Sense
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Pairing: Ron/Cormac
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
A/N: I started this forever ago forinell who said she wanted Ron/Cormac hate!sex. So this is my first try at this pairing and teh hate!sex. So hopefully it's not too terrible.
Word Count: 745
How did this happen? Hadn’t he stayed late after practice to tell McLaggen to shove off, to stop hanging out at all the practices waiting for his chance? Why was he pressed up against the lockers snogging McLaggen instead of tell him what a sarcastic thick-headed prick he was? Why was McLaggen forcing his hand down his uniform pants? It didn’t make sense he hated McLaggen.
Ron arched his back as McLaggen wrapped his hand around his cock and groaned. This wasn’t right – it didn’t make sense.
Oh bloody hell what did he care if it made any sense at all.
“Gods, if you stop I’m going to bloody kill you.” Ron panted and arched his hips thrusting in and out of McLaggen’s fist.
McLaggen smirked and squeezed Ron’s cock biting and licking at his neck at the same time leaving an angry red trail across his throat. Ron groaned low in his throat his senses threatening to overwhelm him.
“Bend over, Weasley.” McLaggen hissed in his ear.
Ron stiffened and for the first time since being thrust up against the locker seemed to take notice of McLaggen. He glared at McLaggen and started to push him away.
McLaggen grabbed Ron’s wrist and twisted it up behind his back pushing Ron over one of the benches in the locker room.
“I told you to bend over.” He chuckled darkly.
Ron struggled slightly, but there was something else that kept him from throwing McLaggen off. Was he really going to let McLaggen do this to him?
Ron stiffened as he felt McLaggen pushing down his pants, the cool air of the locker room meeting his warm skin. A rush of desire and anger flared through him when he felt McLaggen press against his tight back hole. Ron groaned out loud as McLaggen pushed against him forcing his way none too gently into him.
This was not right, gods this could not be right. Ron moaned deeply as McLaggen started thrusting, plunging in and out. He should stop; he shouldn’t want this to keep going. Why, why was he pushing back now? This was not how this was supposed to be going at all.
Ron arched his back and steadied himself with a hand on the bench in front of him. He rolled his hips and pushed back against McLaggen taking him deeply again and again.
McLaggen smirked and wrapped his fist around Ron’s cock, moving his hand with the motions of his hips. Ron groaned and pushed back more forcefully, eagerly now as McLaggen’s hand moved up and down over his shaft.
He was close and he was sure McLaggen knew it. His anger rose up in him as McLaggen continued to plow his cock in and out of him. This was not how it was supposed to be. Ron bit his lower lip and focused all his energy on holding back and making McLaggen cum first.
He arched his hips pushing back at McLaggen, grinding back against him with each forward thrust. Ron clenched around him determined to make him cum first.
“Ah fuck, Weasley your ass is so tight” McLaggen growled into his ear as he squeezed his cock quickening the up and down motions of his hand.
Cormac’s other hand gripped Ron’s waist painfully tight as he drove himself forward again and again. He tilted his head and bit Ron’s neck groaning against his freckled skin. He pitched forward again and again filling Ron each time.
Suddenly McLaggen arched his back and cried out, Ron felt his release filling him and grinned before he let himself give in as well. Both boys bent over the bench panting and groaning.
Ron shuddered as McLaggen pulled out wiping off on a towel before he threw it towards the red head.
“Get up Weasley, and clean up before anyone comes looking for you.”
He had that same smug grin on his face that he always did when Ron looked up at him. Gods he hated that about him.
After cleaning himself off Ron shoved McLaggen up against a locker his hand pressed against his throat.
“Don’t think you can just do that whenever you want McLaggen.”
“So I’ll see you here after your next practice then?”
Ron took a step back and considered the boy in front of him. He hated him; he hated everything about him, but he knew he’d wait for him after the next practice.
It wasn’t right but damn it felt good.
Title: It Didn't Make Sense
Author:
acquiescence_Pairing: Ron/Cormac
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
A/N: I started this forever ago for
inell who said she wanted Ron/Cormac hate!sex. So this is my first try at this pairing and teh hate!sex. So hopefully it's not too terrible. Word Count: 745
How did this happen? Hadn’t he stayed late after practice to tell McLaggen to shove off, to stop hanging out at all the practices waiting for his chance? Why was he pressed up against the lockers snogging McLaggen instead of tell him what a sarcastic thick-headed prick he was? Why was McLaggen forcing his hand down his uniform pants? It didn’t make sense he hated McLaggen.
Ron arched his back as McLaggen wrapped his hand around his cock and groaned. This wasn’t right – it didn’t make sense.
Oh bloody hell what did he care if it made any sense at all.
“Gods, if you stop I’m going to bloody kill you.” Ron panted and arched his hips thrusting in and out of McLaggen’s fist.
McLaggen smirked and squeezed Ron’s cock biting and licking at his neck at the same time leaving an angry red trail across his throat. Ron groaned low in his throat his senses threatening to overwhelm him.
“Bend over, Weasley.” McLaggen hissed in his ear.
Ron stiffened and for the first time since being thrust up against the locker seemed to take notice of McLaggen. He glared at McLaggen and started to push him away.
McLaggen grabbed Ron’s wrist and twisted it up behind his back pushing Ron over one of the benches in the locker room.
“I told you to bend over.” He chuckled darkly.
Ron struggled slightly, but there was something else that kept him from throwing McLaggen off. Was he really going to let McLaggen do this to him?
Ron stiffened as he felt McLaggen pushing down his pants, the cool air of the locker room meeting his warm skin. A rush of desire and anger flared through him when he felt McLaggen press against his tight back hole. Ron groaned out loud as McLaggen pushed against him forcing his way none too gently into him.
This was not right, gods this could not be right. Ron moaned deeply as McLaggen started thrusting, plunging in and out. He should stop; he shouldn’t want this to keep going. Why, why was he pushing back now? This was not how this was supposed to be going at all.
Ron arched his back and steadied himself with a hand on the bench in front of him. He rolled his hips and pushed back against McLaggen taking him deeply again and again.
McLaggen smirked and wrapped his fist around Ron’s cock, moving his hand with the motions of his hips. Ron groaned and pushed back more forcefully, eagerly now as McLaggen’s hand moved up and down over his shaft.
He was close and he was sure McLaggen knew it. His anger rose up in him as McLaggen continued to plow his cock in and out of him. This was not how it was supposed to be. Ron bit his lower lip and focused all his energy on holding back and making McLaggen cum first.
He arched his hips pushing back at McLaggen, grinding back against him with each forward thrust. Ron clenched around him determined to make him cum first.
“Ah fuck, Weasley your ass is so tight” McLaggen growled into his ear as he squeezed his cock quickening the up and down motions of his hand.
Cormac’s other hand gripped Ron’s waist painfully tight as he drove himself forward again and again. He tilted his head and bit Ron’s neck groaning against his freckled skin. He pitched forward again and again filling Ron each time.
Suddenly McLaggen arched his back and cried out, Ron felt his release filling him and grinned before he let himself give in as well. Both boys bent over the bench panting and groaning.
Ron shuddered as McLaggen pulled out wiping off on a towel before he threw it towards the red head.
“Get up Weasley, and clean up before anyone comes looking for you.”
He had that same smug grin on his face that he always did when Ron looked up at him. Gods he hated that about him.
After cleaning himself off Ron shoved McLaggen up against a locker his hand pressed against his throat.
“Don’t think you can just do that whenever you want McLaggen.”
“So I’ll see you here after your next practice then?”
Ron took a step back and considered the boy in front of him. He hated him; he hated everything about him, but he knew he’d wait for him after the next practice.
It wasn’t right but damn it felt good.