Fic: Chased By A Chaser (Charlie/Alicia)
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lightofdayeTitle:Chased By A Chaser
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Charlie Weasley/Alicia Spinnet
Word Count: 1,118
Content: PWP, Male dominant sex, blowjob, rough sex, pinned down, vaginal sex
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Every time Charlie comes to Britain, Alicia is there.
A/n:A second story written for Rare Pair Challenge at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Quidditch players were going to be the death of him, Charlie Weasley thought. He was no stranger to female attention but there was a type of women who battered their eyelashes and wanted to be asked and those who pursued what they wanted. Quidditch players tended to be very fit, active and confident people and more often than not they were the latter type.
Chasers were the worst, it was in their name and that’s how he ended up in bed with Alicia Spinnet.
He’d been visiting his home country a lot more since the end of the war to keep an eye on things, and Alicia had apparently made a point of meeting him each time he did so. Some times when he’d expect to see it at birthday parties and the like and other times when there was no obvious reason to see her.
The third time or the fourth they’d ended up at a pub together, buying terrible drinks to dare the other to drink. The fifth (or maybe it was the fourth), she ended the night by kissing him on the lips, the firewhiskey being the only half the reason for the intense heat that engulfed them.
Alicia’s fingers were tangled up in Charlie’s red locks when the kiss ended and Charlie hand wrapped his arms around her, his hands placed on her back just a hairsbreadth above her tight arse. Her hot breath washed over his cheek.
“Fuck, I want you Weasley,” She said huskily, right into his ear. “It’s this itch I’ve just got to scratch.”
Charlie hesitated. Weasley, she’d said. He was only half aware of his brother’s relationships but he knew George had been going out with Angelina Johnson recently… who’d previously been more involved with Fred, has Alicia missed on something there? Then again even Charlie didn’t have enough beautiful people making advances on him, what was he going to do, say no?”
“Baby, I’ll scratch anything you want.” He said, his hands moved down to grip her bum and pull her against his hardening cock. Not exactly witty or subtle but it made the message very clear. Alicia practically purred.
As soon as they appeared in Charlie’s hotel room, Alicia kicked off her shoes and her party dress, probably picked exactly for this reason, slipped off her shoulders and pooled on the floor as she stepped out it. Charlie stared hungrily at her revealed body, clad only in a scrap of fabric that could barely be called knickers. She had Long limbs, a flat stomach and nice tits capped in dark nipples.
Alicia murmured as Charlie shucked off his shirt and she saw his chest; hard muscle, ginger body hair and the odd burn both fresh and old scars. Some girls liked scars some didn’t. Certainly the passion Alicia kissed him with didn’t lessen, her bare skin pressed against him.
She murmured louder and happily when she sank to her knees and opened up his trousers, wrapping a hand around the thick base of his cock as she pulled it’s rapidly growing length out.
Charlie groaned as she ran the tip of her tongue from the base of his cock to the head before she wrapped her lips around it and started to suck and on it.
Just as some girls were active and passive in their interest on him, some liked to be in charge and some like him to take charge of them. The two groups did not overlap exactly. Charlie wonder which Alicia was, certainly she didn’t seem to mind him combing his hands through her hair and holding her head. He tried for a balance of guiding and controlling as she eagerly took his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She gripped at the back of his legs and arse as he rocked his hips, thrusting to edge his cock just a bit deeper into her but even that didn’t seem like she was raising and objection.
“Fuck,” Charlie growled, pulling himself out of her a bit before he would. “I want to properly fuck you Spinnet.”
Alicia was still panting slightly for breathe, drool is splattered over her chin but her eyes glowed with excitement. Charlie picks up easily and just as easily puts her on her back in the middle of the bed, before kicking off the rest of his clothes. Alicia rose to meet him as he got on the bed with her, kissing him fiercely, her teeth digging into his lips. One of his hands slips between her legs beneath that excuse for knickers. As she made to wrap her arms around his neck again he catches them both with his free arm and pins them to the bed. The noise Alicia made was less one of frustration and more a pleased moan. Charlie felt her soak the hands between his legs and knows exactly what Alicia likes.
Then he tore the knickers off and threw them away.
Pressing down on her arms to keep her still, Charlie grabbed his cock and placed in Alicia’s pussy. He pushed in slightly to find the angle and then slamed home.
“Oh fuck!” Alicia cried, her eyes had gone pleasingly wide.
His hand now freed, Charlie holds her down as he started to thrust hard and fast. Alicia wriggles and squirms but he holds her down firmly, he’s not worried because she’s not trying too hard and she’s nodding her head and mouthing at him.
“This is what you wanted, right?” Charlie said between pants and groans. “Every time, you came after me, right Alicia?”
“Yes.. yes.. Charlie! Yes!” Alicia cried. It was less an answer to his question and more just general approval Charlie thought as she quake and shook. He thought she was probably coming then until a few stroke latter when she really started shaking, her legs wrapped around his waist tightly and she sank her teeth into his shoulder to muffle her screams.
Charlie swore and pounded her harder, losing himself feeling of her cunt squeezing around his cock as he fucked her until his own hard ball emptying climax.
He rolled off of her in a semi-conscious daze. There were two types of girl he thought, one that would dress and leave before he woke up, and another that wanted him to cuddle and show his hypothetical sensitive side.
As it turned out, what happened was that twenty minutes later, Alicia pushed him down on the bed and straddled them and her nails raked his chest and she rode him as hard and fast as he’d fucked her.
Alicia Spinnet was a whole new kind of girl to him, Charlie thought and that suited him just fine.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Charlie Weasley/Alicia Spinnet
Word Count: 1,118
Content: PWP, Male dominant sex, blowjob, rough sex, pinned down, vaginal sex
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Every time Charlie comes to Britain, Alicia is there.
A/n:A second story written for Rare Pair Challenge at
rarepair_shorts- - -
Quidditch players were going to be the death of him, Charlie Weasley thought. He was no stranger to female attention but there was a type of women who battered their eyelashes and wanted to be asked and those who pursued what they wanted. Quidditch players tended to be very fit, active and confident people and more often than not they were the latter type.
Chasers were the worst, it was in their name and that’s how he ended up in bed with Alicia Spinnet.
He’d been visiting his home country a lot more since the end of the war to keep an eye on things, and Alicia had apparently made a point of meeting him each time he did so. Some times when he’d expect to see it at birthday parties and the like and other times when there was no obvious reason to see her.
The third time or the fourth they’d ended up at a pub together, buying terrible drinks to dare the other to drink. The fifth (or maybe it was the fourth), she ended the night by kissing him on the lips, the firewhiskey being the only half the reason for the intense heat that engulfed them.
Alicia’s fingers were tangled up in Charlie’s red locks when the kiss ended and Charlie hand wrapped his arms around her, his hands placed on her back just a hairsbreadth above her tight arse. Her hot breath washed over his cheek.
“Fuck, I want you Weasley,” She said huskily, right into his ear. “It’s this itch I’ve just got to scratch.”
Charlie hesitated. Weasley, she’d said. He was only half aware of his brother’s relationships but he knew George had been going out with Angelina Johnson recently… who’d previously been more involved with Fred, has Alicia missed on something there? Then again even Charlie didn’t have enough beautiful people making advances on him, what was he going to do, say no?”
“Baby, I’ll scratch anything you want.” He said, his hands moved down to grip her bum and pull her against his hardening cock. Not exactly witty or subtle but it made the message very clear. Alicia practically purred.
As soon as they appeared in Charlie’s hotel room, Alicia kicked off her shoes and her party dress, probably picked exactly for this reason, slipped off her shoulders and pooled on the floor as she stepped out it. Charlie stared hungrily at her revealed body, clad only in a scrap of fabric that could barely be called knickers. She had Long limbs, a flat stomach and nice tits capped in dark nipples.
Alicia murmured as Charlie shucked off his shirt and she saw his chest; hard muscle, ginger body hair and the odd burn both fresh and old scars. Some girls liked scars some didn’t. Certainly the passion Alicia kissed him with didn’t lessen, her bare skin pressed against him.
She murmured louder and happily when she sank to her knees and opened up his trousers, wrapping a hand around the thick base of his cock as she pulled it’s rapidly growing length out.
Charlie groaned as she ran the tip of her tongue from the base of his cock to the head before she wrapped her lips around it and started to suck and on it.
Just as some girls were active and passive in their interest on him, some liked to be in charge and some like him to take charge of them. The two groups did not overlap exactly. Charlie wonder which Alicia was, certainly she didn’t seem to mind him combing his hands through her hair and holding her head. He tried for a balance of guiding and controlling as she eagerly took his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She gripped at the back of his legs and arse as he rocked his hips, thrusting to edge his cock just a bit deeper into her but even that didn’t seem like she was raising and objection.
“Fuck,” Charlie growled, pulling himself out of her a bit before he would. “I want to properly fuck you Spinnet.”
Alicia was still panting slightly for breathe, drool is splattered over her chin but her eyes glowed with excitement. Charlie picks up easily and just as easily puts her on her back in the middle of the bed, before kicking off the rest of his clothes. Alicia rose to meet him as he got on the bed with her, kissing him fiercely, her teeth digging into his lips. One of his hands slips between her legs beneath that excuse for knickers. As she made to wrap her arms around his neck again he catches them both with his free arm and pins them to the bed. The noise Alicia made was less one of frustration and more a pleased moan. Charlie felt her soak the hands between his legs and knows exactly what Alicia likes.
Then he tore the knickers off and threw them away.
Pressing down on her arms to keep her still, Charlie grabbed his cock and placed in Alicia’s pussy. He pushed in slightly to find the angle and then slamed home.
“Oh fuck!” Alicia cried, her eyes had gone pleasingly wide.
His hand now freed, Charlie holds her down as he started to thrust hard and fast. Alicia wriggles and squirms but he holds her down firmly, he’s not worried because she’s not trying too hard and she’s nodding her head and mouthing at him.
“This is what you wanted, right?” Charlie said between pants and groans. “Every time, you came after me, right Alicia?”
“Yes.. yes.. Charlie! Yes!” Alicia cried. It was less an answer to his question and more just general approval Charlie thought as she quake and shook. He thought she was probably coming then until a few stroke latter when she really started shaking, her legs wrapped around his waist tightly and she sank her teeth into his shoulder to muffle her screams.
Charlie swore and pounded her harder, losing himself feeling of her cunt squeezing around his cock as he fucked her until his own hard ball emptying climax.
He rolled off of her in a semi-conscious daze. There were two types of girl he thought, one that would dress and leave before he woke up, and another that wanted him to cuddle and show his hypothetical sensitive side.
As it turned out, what happened was that twenty minutes later, Alicia pushed him down on the bed and straddled them and her nails raked his chest and she rode him as hard and fast as he’d fucked her.
Alicia Spinnet was a whole new kind of girl to him, Charlie thought and that suited him just fine.
