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lightofdaye) wrote2013-07-11 08:47 am
lightofdaye) wrote2013-07-11 08:47 am
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Drabble: Why Magenta? (Roxy/OMC)
Title: Why Magenta?
Pairing:Roxy Weasley/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Length: 295 words
Warnings:sexuality
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_humpdrabbles and posted here
Magenta was really not Roxanne Weasley’s colour. She was sure that she looked completely ridiculous in a whole robe of it, and she wondered why her Dad ever picked it out as the colour of the uniforms for his shop. Even if she hadn’t had to wear the damn things, she would have resented working at her dad’s shop over the summer. She had N.E.W.T.s to study for this year, and retail experience was not going to help her get in the Ministry like she wanted.
Everyone in the shop knew she hated the robes, and everyone in the shop very much loved that she did. It made it so much easier to get her out of them.
Roxy raked her hands through the till-boy’s thick, sandy hair and gripped hard, tugging his face into her cleavage. He was one of the most attractive of her dad’s employees but was blissfully unaware of it, making coaxing him into the back room all the sweeter. She tossed her back as he planted kisses on her tits, biting her lip to stifle her pleased moans.
The detested robes were in a band around her waist, her legs locked about the boy’s waist as he pounded into her as hard and quickly as he could. Roxanne understood; he was only allowed to be on break for ten minutes after all.
As she clenched herself tight around him, she wondered if he knew what he was getting himself into; if her Dad found out... Well, it was quite appropriate he was fucking her up against a stack of crates of Wildfire Wizzbangs. He was playing with fire, here.
Dad couldn’t complain, though; he’d always said happy workers were productive workers. And they were all very happy she was around.
Pairing:Roxy Weasley/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Length: 295 words
Warnings:sexuality
Notes: Written for
hp_humpdrabbles and posted hereMagenta was really not Roxanne Weasley’s colour. She was sure that she looked completely ridiculous in a whole robe of it, and she wondered why her Dad ever picked it out as the colour of the uniforms for his shop. Even if she hadn’t had to wear the damn things, she would have resented working at her dad’s shop over the summer. She had N.E.W.T.s to study for this year, and retail experience was not going to help her get in the Ministry like she wanted.
Everyone in the shop knew she hated the robes, and everyone in the shop very much loved that she did. It made it so much easier to get her out of them.
Roxy raked her hands through the till-boy’s thick, sandy hair and gripped hard, tugging his face into her cleavage. He was one of the most attractive of her dad’s employees but was blissfully unaware of it, making coaxing him into the back room all the sweeter. She tossed her back as he planted kisses on her tits, biting her lip to stifle her pleased moans.
The detested robes were in a band around her waist, her legs locked about the boy’s waist as he pounded into her as hard and quickly as he could. Roxanne understood; he was only allowed to be on break for ten minutes after all.
As she clenched herself tight around him, she wondered if he knew what he was getting himself into; if her Dad found out... Well, it was quite appropriate he was fucking her up against a stack of crates of Wildfire Wizzbangs. He was playing with fire, here.
Dad couldn’t complain, though; he’d always said happy workers were productive workers. And they were all very happy she was around.
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A regrettably underappreciated character, Miss Roxanne Weasley. I love her voice here.
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