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Fic: I Shouldn't, But... (Charlie/Angelina)
Title:I Shouldn’t, but…
Pairing:Angelina/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~1,800 words
Content: sex, kinda-sorta-maybe infidelity, pwp, some dirty-ish talk.
Notes: Based on a prompt that I gave to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tamlane when she asked. “Charlie/Angelina. Being Loud. In an inappropriate time/place.” Then she got me to do it. Typical. Anyway, I hope this brightens your weekened, Tam.
Charlie really shouldn’t be here. He feels it to his bones; he knows it. He has a job after all. A really good job that he genuinely likes, despite the amount of burn salve he gets through every year. But no he’s still in the UK. He’d just been here for the twins’… for George’s birthday celebration. Everyone came home for that, just to check up on him. He certainly hadn’t meant to bump into Her
They really shouldn’t be doing this but in his defence, he hadn’t been the one making the moves. He’d barely walked in the door when Angelina Johnson had sent a simply smouldering look at him behind George’s back.
Seriously, this wasn’t right. He’d known her since she was thirteen; a wobbly-legged second year taking off for her first quidditch practise. And she’d been Fred’s girlfriend. Hell wasn’t she supposed to George’s? They had an ‘on again off again’ thing according to the family gossip Bill had sent his way. And evidently, they were off again at the moment. Or at least he devoutly hoped so, considering what they’d done in George’s bathroom, and the store room of his shop and what they were going to do in Angelina’s flat, very shortly.
The door to her place, swung open and somehow he realised her threshold was also a line he shouldn’t cross. She stepped into her living room and shot a look over her shoulder. Her dark eyebrow was raised over her brown eye, her chocolate brown skin glowed slightly in the dim light of the room, and the pose showed off her long athletic toned limbs and arse.
He really shouldn’t but he followed her inside anyway. The door crashed shut as Charlie found himself shoved up against it. He’d forgotten just how strong Angelina was. Her mouth closes down on his as she kissed him. There was little feeling behind the kiss besides raw need. Charlie groaned deeply into the kiss as the taste of her flooded over him with an undercurrent of spicy alcohol to it. Eventually she released him, grazing his lower lip with her teeth.
“Angelina, I shouldn’t…” Charlie growled in a last ditch effort to regain some sort of sanity even though his jeans were tight enough to make his current state of arousal torturous.
“But you will.” She replied and after each word she planted a kiss on his neck, slowly working her way down, licking and biting. Charlie couldn’t help it; he was only human after all. His hips lurched, his back arched away from the door as he mashed himself against Angelina’s body desperate for some kind of friction. His arms reached out to yank her closer.
What followed was less of an embrace and more of an impromptu wrestling match as they struggled to get the better of each other, arms gripping and tugging each other’s clothes and limbs as they staggered across the room. Angelina’s leg tangled between his and they stumbled and fell to the floor, still entwined.
Charlie recovered first, rolling himself on top of Angelina and kissing her again. His tongue pushing past her lips, even as his hips ground down between her wide spread legs. She squirmed against him, whimpering into his mouth. Her strong hands clutched at him, digging into his back.
“Aah,” Charlie gasped, as her fingers grazed against a sore patch on his shoulder blade (never turn your back on a baby horntail), “Gentle on the goods, darling,” he said reaching back to shift her grip on him.
“Want this off,” she growled in return, plucking at his t-shirt again. Charlie had to let her go and sit up to yank it off but the look of awe that passed over Angelina’s face when he did so was more than reward enough.
Her eyes devoured him, feasting on the tribal sun tattoo surrounding his left nipple. She bit her lips as her eyes strayed downwards taking in the abs he’d earned though constant outdoors exertion. She practically whimpered as her eyes followed the thick ginger hair of his happy trail down below the waistline of his jeans.
“Oh yeah, you like that.” Charlie grinned.
Angelina just moaned and her hips, still lodged against his, lifted up to press against him firmly. Charlie’s hands lowered themselves to her body to trace her curves, shoving her t-shirt up her body untill he could cup and squeeze her bra-clad breasts. Even through the fabric he found her nipples, hard and standing out, begging for him to catch them with thumb and forefinger.
“You’ve fantastic tits,” Charlie said. “Hell’s bells you’re hot.”
“Yeah, I know. And you’ve not even seen my ass yet.” Angelina said, with that same smouldering look. “no. stop wasting my time.”
Her hands had found the top button of his jeans and swiftly undid them.
“I didn’t know this”- Charlie pinched at her nipples again causing her to gasp, “was a waste of time”
“Considering what you could be using of me, sure it is.” Angelina shot back, her hands tearing at his jeans again, not so much undoing the zipper as ripping the two sides of the trousers apart, and not satisfied with that his boxers got the same treatment. Charlie felt a great relief as his cock swung free of the confining material.
“Oh, this is what you want is it?” Charlie growled, “Right here, right now. You seem to be in a good position to me.”
“As if. Maybe it should be you on down here on your back and I get to ride you silly.”
“I don’t let girls climb all over me,” Charlie growled again, and for a second he could see a doubt flitter through Angelina’s eyes so he softened his tone as he continued, “not when they’ve been boasted about how great their arse is. How about you get on your hands and knees in bed for me and I’ll judge it for myself.”
That did it. The fire was back in Angelina’s eyes and she nodded eagerly.
They staggered into her bedroom, quickly discarding the remnants of their clothes as they did so. Angelina hopped on to her bed, agile and crawled across it. As promised, her arse was fantastic, especially when she somehow managed to sway it while crawling, her strong legs managed to perfectly frame the dark glistening folds of her pussy. Charlie couldn’t help but to lick his lips at the sight as he followed her to the bed.
“Okay. Okay, You’ve convinced me,” he murmured as he manoeuvred himself behind her.
Reverently, Charlie ran his hands across her flanks and over her arse caused Angelina to purr happily even as he took his cock in hand and directed at her entrance. He took a deep steadying breathe, like a man about to dove into water, or trouble he thought, then shoved forward.
Angelina howled as Charlie’s cock sank into her but he didn’t let up and instead pushed harder, his cock parting her soaking wet flesh easily until he was entirely inside her. One of Angelina’s hands was pressed flat against the head board. The other wrapped over the top of it in a white knuckled grip. Charlie’s grip on her was none too gentle either as one hand clamped down on her hip and the other curled around one shoulder. He pulled his cock back then shoved forward again using his hold in her to pull her onto him, she moved backward even quicker than he expected. He could see the strong muscles in her arms glistening as shoved herself away from the headboard and tense again as she, reluctantly, pulled away again before they crashed together again.
Neither of them were capable holding back now. Charlie growled and cried out as he slammed into her over and over and Angelina’s head hung low, her mouth open as hoarse moans escaped her. Their bodies quickly became covered in the sweat of their exertions. The sight of Angelina’s shiny body working to fuck him as hard as he was doing her was just as much a turn on to Charlie as hearing her passionate cries.
“Charlie… Please…” Angelina whimpered shaking her head in a way that set her many braids swaying and her meaning was clear and he shifted his grip from her now slick shoulder and grabbed a fistful of hair instead, seizing it and the bottom of her head and pulling slowly but firmly. The pressure pulled Angelina’s head back, arching her spine and pinning on to him so tightly he couldn’t bear to pull out of her again.
“Oh, Angelina you dirty girl, you’re loving this, aren’t you?” He growled.
By way of response, Angelina’s started rolling her hips in little circles around his shaft. Charlie felt droplets of fluid splatter across his balls as her new motion caused it to seep from her. The squeeze of hot velvety flesh was starting to get to him and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Maybe not even as long as Angelina and that was just not on.
His other hand moved around her hips to toy with her clit instead, two fingertips playing over it. Angelina whimpered and her movements became jerky as she ground herself against him.
“Gods. You bastard. You ba-aahh!-ah!,” She whimpered as she suddenly shook all over, her belly hollowing as she took shaky breaths and her strong inners muscles clamped down on him. As it subsided she seemed to lose all strength in her arms and her head and upper body collapsed into her pillows.
Charlie shifted his position, flattening himself against Angelina’s back. His arm wrapping around to cup a breast as his other hand continued to play with her clit. She squirmed softly in his grip but all the strength seemed to have flooded out of her and she was entirely at his grip. He nuzzled at her neck and hair as slowly started to move his hips back and forth again. Slowly, wanting to draw out this experience as long as possible, he pulled his length nearly out of her and slid back in. Each time he bottomed out in her, she let out a husky breathless moan and her insides gripped him
“Damn you’re hot. So very fucking hot. How long have you been wanting this huh? Bet it’s been ages, hasn’t it?” He whispered into her ear but the dirty talk couldn’t distract him from the heat surrounding his cock, from the tightness of his balls, from the sensation of teetering of the edge of release.
Charlie’s cock pulsed as he came. He buried himself inside Angelina and thrust, in tiny inch long thrusts for each thick spurt of come that gushed out of him, leaving him in such volume he felt light headed by the end.
Maybe he shouldn’t have done, that he thought but as he and Angelina collapsed on to her bed, still curled up together, he didn’t feel guilty about it at all. That was going to have to wait for morning.
Pairing:Angelina/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~1,800 words
Content: sex, kinda-sorta-maybe infidelity, pwp, some dirty-ish talk.
Notes: Based on a prompt that I gave to
tamlane when she asked. “Charlie/Angelina. Being Loud. In an inappropriate time/place.” Then she got me to do it. Typical. Anyway, I hope this brightens your weekened, Tam.Charlie really shouldn’t be here. He feels it to his bones; he knows it. He has a job after all. A really good job that he genuinely likes, despite the amount of burn salve he gets through every year. But no he’s still in the UK. He’d just been here for the twins’… for George’s birthday celebration. Everyone came home for that, just to check up on him. He certainly hadn’t meant to bump into Her
They really shouldn’t be doing this but in his defence, he hadn’t been the one making the moves. He’d barely walked in the door when Angelina Johnson had sent a simply smouldering look at him behind George’s back.
Seriously, this wasn’t right. He’d known her since she was thirteen; a wobbly-legged second year taking off for her first quidditch practise. And she’d been Fred’s girlfriend. Hell wasn’t she supposed to George’s? They had an ‘on again off again’ thing according to the family gossip Bill had sent his way. And evidently, they were off again at the moment. Or at least he devoutly hoped so, considering what they’d done in George’s bathroom, and the store room of his shop and what they were going to do in Angelina’s flat, very shortly.
The door to her place, swung open and somehow he realised her threshold was also a line he shouldn’t cross. She stepped into her living room and shot a look over her shoulder. Her dark eyebrow was raised over her brown eye, her chocolate brown skin glowed slightly in the dim light of the room, and the pose showed off her long athletic toned limbs and arse.
He really shouldn’t but he followed her inside anyway. The door crashed shut as Charlie found himself shoved up against it. He’d forgotten just how strong Angelina was. Her mouth closes down on his as she kissed him. There was little feeling behind the kiss besides raw need. Charlie groaned deeply into the kiss as the taste of her flooded over him with an undercurrent of spicy alcohol to it. Eventually she released him, grazing his lower lip with her teeth.
“Angelina, I shouldn’t…” Charlie growled in a last ditch effort to regain some sort of sanity even though his jeans were tight enough to make his current state of arousal torturous.
“But you will.” She replied and after each word she planted a kiss on his neck, slowly working her way down, licking and biting. Charlie couldn’t help it; he was only human after all. His hips lurched, his back arched away from the door as he mashed himself against Angelina’s body desperate for some kind of friction. His arms reached out to yank her closer.
What followed was less of an embrace and more of an impromptu wrestling match as they struggled to get the better of each other, arms gripping and tugging each other’s clothes and limbs as they staggered across the room. Angelina’s leg tangled between his and they stumbled and fell to the floor, still entwined.
Charlie recovered first, rolling himself on top of Angelina and kissing her again. His tongue pushing past her lips, even as his hips ground down between her wide spread legs. She squirmed against him, whimpering into his mouth. Her strong hands clutched at him, digging into his back.
“Aah,” Charlie gasped, as her fingers grazed against a sore patch on his shoulder blade (never turn your back on a baby horntail), “Gentle on the goods, darling,” he said reaching back to shift her grip on him.
“Want this off,” she growled in return, plucking at his t-shirt again. Charlie had to let her go and sit up to yank it off but the look of awe that passed over Angelina’s face when he did so was more than reward enough.
Her eyes devoured him, feasting on the tribal sun tattoo surrounding his left nipple. She bit her lips as her eyes strayed downwards taking in the abs he’d earned though constant outdoors exertion. She practically whimpered as her eyes followed the thick ginger hair of his happy trail down below the waistline of his jeans.
“Oh yeah, you like that.” Charlie grinned.
Angelina just moaned and her hips, still lodged against his, lifted up to press against him firmly. Charlie’s hands lowered themselves to her body to trace her curves, shoving her t-shirt up her body untill he could cup and squeeze her bra-clad breasts. Even through the fabric he found her nipples, hard and standing out, begging for him to catch them with thumb and forefinger.
“You’ve fantastic tits,” Charlie said. “Hell’s bells you’re hot.”
“Yeah, I know. And you’ve not even seen my ass yet.” Angelina said, with that same smouldering look. “no. stop wasting my time.”
Her hands had found the top button of his jeans and swiftly undid them.
“I didn’t know this”- Charlie pinched at her nipples again causing her to gasp, “was a waste of time”
“Considering what you could be using of me, sure it is.” Angelina shot back, her hands tearing at his jeans again, not so much undoing the zipper as ripping the two sides of the trousers apart, and not satisfied with that his boxers got the same treatment. Charlie felt a great relief as his cock swung free of the confining material.
“Oh, this is what you want is it?” Charlie growled, “Right here, right now. You seem to be in a good position to me.”
“As if. Maybe it should be you on down here on your back and I get to ride you silly.”
“I don’t let girls climb all over me,” Charlie growled again, and for a second he could see a doubt flitter through Angelina’s eyes so he softened his tone as he continued, “not when they’ve been boasted about how great their arse is. How about you get on your hands and knees in bed for me and I’ll judge it for myself.”
That did it. The fire was back in Angelina’s eyes and she nodded eagerly.
They staggered into her bedroom, quickly discarding the remnants of their clothes as they did so. Angelina hopped on to her bed, agile and crawled across it. As promised, her arse was fantastic, especially when she somehow managed to sway it while crawling, her strong legs managed to perfectly frame the dark glistening folds of her pussy. Charlie couldn’t help but to lick his lips at the sight as he followed her to the bed.
“Okay. Okay, You’ve convinced me,” he murmured as he manoeuvred himself behind her.
Reverently, Charlie ran his hands across her flanks and over her arse caused Angelina to purr happily even as he took his cock in hand and directed at her entrance. He took a deep steadying breathe, like a man about to dove into water, or trouble he thought, then shoved forward.
Angelina howled as Charlie’s cock sank into her but he didn’t let up and instead pushed harder, his cock parting her soaking wet flesh easily until he was entirely inside her. One of Angelina’s hands was pressed flat against the head board. The other wrapped over the top of it in a white knuckled grip. Charlie’s grip on her was none too gentle either as one hand clamped down on her hip and the other curled around one shoulder. He pulled his cock back then shoved forward again using his hold in her to pull her onto him, she moved backward even quicker than he expected. He could see the strong muscles in her arms glistening as shoved herself away from the headboard and tense again as she, reluctantly, pulled away again before they crashed together again.
Neither of them were capable holding back now. Charlie growled and cried out as he slammed into her over and over and Angelina’s head hung low, her mouth open as hoarse moans escaped her. Their bodies quickly became covered in the sweat of their exertions. The sight of Angelina’s shiny body working to fuck him as hard as he was doing her was just as much a turn on to Charlie as hearing her passionate cries.
“Charlie… Please…” Angelina whimpered shaking her head in a way that set her many braids swaying and her meaning was clear and he shifted his grip from her now slick shoulder and grabbed a fistful of hair instead, seizing it and the bottom of her head and pulling slowly but firmly. The pressure pulled Angelina’s head back, arching her spine and pinning on to him so tightly he couldn’t bear to pull out of her again.
“Oh, Angelina you dirty girl, you’re loving this, aren’t you?” He growled.
By way of response, Angelina’s started rolling her hips in little circles around his shaft. Charlie felt droplets of fluid splatter across his balls as her new motion caused it to seep from her. The squeeze of hot velvety flesh was starting to get to him and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Maybe not even as long as Angelina and that was just not on.
His other hand moved around her hips to toy with her clit instead, two fingertips playing over it. Angelina whimpered and her movements became jerky as she ground herself against him.
“Gods. You bastard. You ba-aahh!-ah!,” She whimpered as she suddenly shook all over, her belly hollowing as she took shaky breaths and her strong inners muscles clamped down on him. As it subsided she seemed to lose all strength in her arms and her head and upper body collapsed into her pillows.
Charlie shifted his position, flattening himself against Angelina’s back. His arm wrapping around to cup a breast as his other hand continued to play with her clit. She squirmed softly in his grip but all the strength seemed to have flooded out of her and she was entirely at his grip. He nuzzled at her neck and hair as slowly started to move his hips back and forth again. Slowly, wanting to draw out this experience as long as possible, he pulled his length nearly out of her and slid back in. Each time he bottomed out in her, she let out a husky breathless moan and her insides gripped him
“Damn you’re hot. So very fucking hot. How long have you been wanting this huh? Bet it’s been ages, hasn’t it?” He whispered into her ear but the dirty talk couldn’t distract him from the heat surrounding his cock, from the tightness of his balls, from the sensation of teetering of the edge of release.
Charlie’s cock pulsed as he came. He buried himself inside Angelina and thrust, in tiny inch long thrusts for each thick spurt of come that gushed out of him, leaving him in such volume he felt light headed by the end.
Maybe he shouldn’t have done, that he thought but as he and Angelina collapsed on to her bed, still curled up together, he didn’t feel guilty about it at all. That was going to have to wait for morning.