Did you just give me a safe word, Chuck? And did you really make it Hippogriff?
Fucking hell, this woman was gorgeous.
Charlie hadn’t planned on having an extra drink down at the Leaky Cauldron after dinner with his family, nor had he planned on turning that drink into multiple ones. He couldn’t help himself as his eyes settled on the dark haired beauty in the corner of the pub.
He took in every single inch of her. Her long, dark hair fell in loose waves down her back and over her shoulder, held back by a thin silver headband. Her body was toned and muscular. Even in a simple blouse and jean shorts, he could see that she was strong - stronger than one might expect and not just skin and bones like he was used to. Her face was young and free of makeup with dark eyes that he couldn’t quite make out in the dim light of the pub. And those lips… holy hell, those lips.
She was absolutely beautiful, and as she took a sip of her drink, Charlie imagined her getting on her knees in front of him right there in the bar and opening her perfect mouth just for his co-
“Another drink, Charlie?”
Charlie cleared his throat and looked up at the elder bartender. “Yea, Tom. Thanks. I changed my mind. Going to stay for another drink or two.” Or three. Or four. Or however many it took to get to know the ethereal creature a few seats down from him.
Charlie’s eyes stayed on her and he took in her mannerisms. She seemed to be lost, deep in thought about something or another. Her drink was empty, too. Charlie looked for Tom to order the woman another, but Tom had beat him to it and asked her directly.
“Put that one on my check, Tom.” Charlie spoke up as both Tom and the woman looked over at him. As his eyes made contact with hers, a grin broke out on the man’s face. She was absolutely fucking perfect.
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Charlie’s hand found the side of her neck and his thumb gently stroked the soft skin. As Emilie sucked in a sharp breath, a fleeting smirk passed Charlie’s lips. This was going to be fun. He took a step forward, and then another, and another, which Emilie responded to by stepping back. Within a few moments, Charlie had the petite brunette pressed against the wall of the empty hallway on the top floor of the Leaky Cauldron.
Emilie’s eyes traveled from Charlie’s lighter ones down to his lips, and almost instinctively she licked hers. “Right in the hallway, Chuck?” She asked softly. “You didn’t strike me as the impatient type.”
“Trust me, this impatience is new and reserved only for you.” Charlie murmured. That wasn’t a lie - he didn’t often want a woman as much as he currently wanted her. If Emilie had asked him to bend her over the bloody bar he would have happily obliged. He leaned forward as if he was going to kiss the woman, but he stopped just short. “Your room or mine?” He asked, his lips just barely grazing hers.
Charlie was neither shy nor insecure, but he wanted to take his time with Emilie and unravel her in every way possible. He found himself not wanting to use her for his own pleasure and relief, but to explore her, every bloody inch. There was something about this woman that kept Charlie intrigued, and he still had hours to spend on her before the sun came up.
Their conversation at the Pub had been mindless. The pair had exchanged light banter and frivolous jokes without ever learning any true facts about each other. She went to Beauxbatons. He tamed dragons. That was all of the actual information they had spoken. And he was fucking enamored by her.
But when Charlie offered to walk her up to her room so she got there safely? Well, Emilie seemed more than happy to accept.
“Yours. My best friend is sleeping and I don’t think they want to be woken up.” Emilie hummed, her hands finding his sides. Her fingertips slipped under the dark t-shirt he wore and found skin, eliciting a groan from the man. Charlie’s head fell forward and the hand on her neck slowly traveled back into her hair.
“Those perfect little hands are going to get you into trouble.” Charlie growled into her ear. “My room it is. It’s not far.” This was the exact reason he had chosen the Leaky Cauldron over staying at the Burrow. He planned to have her tonight and with any luck, a few more women from the wedding festivities every other night of the week.
Plus, Charlie hadn’t stayed in his parent’s house since the night after the Battle.
Charlie finally kissed the woman, the hand lost in her hair keeping her close. He had wanted this since the moment he saw her. He wanted to know everything about her body and she wasn’t disappointing him. Even those lips were perfect. Emilie responded with fervor and another low growl left his lips as he felt those perfect little fingers on his skin turn inward and her nails dig into his skin. With every passing moment she seemed to surprise him a little bit more. And if she liked it a bit rough? Well he would happily oblige.
His free arm snaked around her waist and down to her arse, shamelessly squeezing it as he picked the woman up. Charlie urged Emilie’s legs around his waist. “Hold yourself up. You can do it.” He murmured as his lips broke off of hers and began to travel down her neck, nipping and tasting as he went.
She sure as hell did it, too. He was listening for her nonverbal cues as he began to move them down the hallway. Her breath quickened as Charlie pressed them against a door - his door. As her back hit the hard wood, Emilie tugged on his hair hard enough to bring his face back up to hers and she pressed her lips against Charlie’s once more. Her kiss had an urgency to it that he hadn’t expected, but it was welcomed.
Charlie fumbled with the door for a moment before he opened it and carried her in. As he kicked it closed with his foot, he carried her over to the bed as he broke away from her lips. Charlie sat down on the edge of the bed and adjusted Emilie so she was sitting in his lap. “Put your hands up.” He growled quietly.
Emilie obeyed nearly instantly, her hands going into the air. As expected, Charlie grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Goosebumps immediately covered her exposed skin, but as Charlie moved forward to kiss her once more, Emilie stopped him. “Your turn, Chuck. I showed you mine, now you have to show me yours.” Her voice was soft and alluring, and Charlie couldn't help but chuckle.
“Fine. Take it off of me, then.” Between his quirked eyebrow and his tiny smirk, Emilie knew that Charlie was serious… and that she was absolutely going to take it off of him.
Emilie leaned forward and slid her hands slowly up under his shirt once more. This time she hooked her hands around the shirt and pulled it up and off of his body. As soon as his chest was bare the woman couldn’t help herself and pulled him back against her, bringing their lips together once more. “Is that what you wanted, Chuck?”
Charlie chuckled and his hands went to the button on her shorts. “Partly.” He undid the button. “I want all of you, Miss Emilie. I have every plan to get you naked and explore you until the sun comes up.” Charlie leaned back onto his hands and looked at the dark haired woman on his lap. “Is that okay with you?” He was serious, too, and he hoped his face showed it. He wanted to do terribly amazing things to her, but he wanted Emilie to want it.
Emilie sat back on her heels and looked over at the man beneath her, almost as if she was contemplating her (extremely obvious) answer to his question. “It’s more than okay with me.” She assured the man. “I’m on vacation. I might as well have a little fun.” She teased.
“And I like to play a little rough. Will you tell me if I need to stop or ease up?”
Emilie swallowed, but she nodded as well. “I’ll tell you.”
“How will you tell me?” Charlie pressed quietly as he watched her face for any signs of the woman being uncomfortable.
Em shook her head, seemingly confused.
Charlie chuckled and leaned up, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “What’s your favorite animal?” It might have seemed random but he had a purpose for his question.
Emilie furrowed her brow but leaned into his kiss. “Probably the Hippogriff. What does that have to do with anything?”
Charlie took her face in his hands so she was looking into his eyes. “You need me to slow down or you don’t like something, tell me or tap my arm three times. But if you need to stop immediately or you don’t feel safe, pinch my arm or say ‘hippogriff’.” He explained before placing a kiss on her lips once more.
Emilie immediately broke out in quiet giggles. “Did you just give me a safe word, Chuck? And did you really make it Hippogriff? Seems like an awful lot of work for a stranger you met in a pub.” She asked as she pulled back ever so slightly.
Charlie too broke out in laughter, his calm and cool exterior breaking for just a moment. “I did.” He admitted. “But I’d rather be safe. It might not be necessary, but it makes me feel a little better.” He did this with any woman that laid in his bed. Charlie knew himself better than anyone else did, and he needed consent for everything he did. When he had a goddess like this in his bed he wasn’t sure he could hold back. “Not everyone can handle me, but it seems like you’re bloody worth it.”
Emilie nodded. “Fine. Safe words and baby pinches it is. Now kiss me, Chuck.” She leaned forward and brought their lips together once more.
There was nothing else for Charlie to ask her. It was enough for him, and with how readily she agreed to his terms (even for just one night), He was going to thoroughly enjoy the woman for as long as he could. Hell, if he had his way he would fuck her until the sun came up. Or better yet, press her against the cool window and let her watch the sunrise over the London rooftops as he fucked her from behind.
The possibilities were endless to him.
His arm went around the petite woman’s waist and he pulled her tight against him so he could flip her onto her back on the bed. Charlie hovered over the woman as her back hit the mattress, ignoring the tiny squeal of surprise that left her lips with the sudden movement. His hands found the top of her jeans and pulled them down quickly. A quiet groan rumbled in Charlie’s throat as he took in the sight of her nearly bare for the first time.
Laying in his bed, on top of his covers, was an absolute goddess of a woman, nearly like the ones seen in magazines. She clearly kept herself in shape and the matching bra and panty set that adorned her curves was simply the finishing touch on a bloody masterpiece. Dark purple lace covered her most intimate areas, contrasting against her pale skin in all of the best ways.
I’d never been the biggest fan of purple until now. Charlie thought darkly as his eyes finally made their way up to her face. “Matching set?” His hands pulled her legs apart, even with the lacy underthings still on her. “You were downstairs just waiting for someone to approach you, weren’t you? Eager little thing.” His words were meant to tease her, embarrass her just a smidge.
Emilie’s cheeks turned pink as goosebumps covered her exposed skin. “Believe it or not, whatever I wear usually matches. But if you need to pretend this is just for you, Chuck, go for it.” Her voice dripped with condescending sarcasm, but there was still a tiny smirk on her face. A woman that could take his teasing and give it right back? Maybe he should just fucking marry her.
His fingers found the fabric of the lace thong, but Charlie didn’t pull it off just yet. Instead he ran his fingers over the delicate fabric as if he were admiring the tiniest little details on it. As his fingers dipped lower he pressed a bit harder, eliciting a gasp out of the woman when he fingers pressed over her fabric covered clit. Charlie lingered there and pressed a little harder as he rubbed her in small circles, his amusement none to subtle as a dark spot began to appear on the fabric.
“All this for me, darling?” Charlie asked softly as he leaned forward and hovered above her, never slowing his ministrations. “Well then, aren’t you an eager little thing?” He teased as Emilie reached down and grabbed his forearm. He was expecting her to pull his arm away, but instead the woman pressed his hand harder against her. Charlie chuckled quietly. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m going to give you exactly what you need.” And that was a fucking promise.
Emilie felt her cheeks turn pink and she found herself speechless, quiet groans leaving her mouth as Charlie leaned down and hungrily found her jaw with his lips. He kissed down her jaw to hear ear and then finally to her neck, licking and sucking and biting over every bit of skin he could reach.
His fingers pushed that pretty little fabric to the side, and began to explore the area of her body he had been craving since he met the woman. As his finger slid through her slit and Emilie pushed her hips up, Charlie let out a soft groan. “You’re so fucking wet already and I’ve barely touched you.” One finger slid deep into her pussy and Charlie knew he was in for it. She was so tight that her walls seemed to cling to him, even as he began to slowly move. “Fuck.” He growled under his breath, his lips beginning to make their way to her chest.
Emilie let out a loud gasp as Charlie pushed a finger into her, and her back arched off the bed. She grabbed for him, her hands finding the button on his jeans. “I need to get these off of you.” Her voice was soft and her eyes were big as Charlie pressed into her, somehow feeling even deeper than he had before. His pace picked up and the woman thought she was in heaven, and they hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet.
He hummed to himself as he quickly pulled his finger out of her hole. “I said you need to be patient darling. You’ll get what you want soon enough.” Charlie tilted himself back up so he was sitting on his heels and he grabbed Emilie’s hands, pulling her up to sit up as well. He pressed his wet finger, coated in her juices, to her lips. “Clean it off. I want a preview of how pretty you’re going to look cleaning my cock off when I’m finished with you.” His voice was quiet but his words were clear.
Emilie hesitated, looking up at the man with a look that seemed to say ‘you’re joking, right?’, but Charlie just pressed on. His finger pressed against her lips and he coated her lips with her own wetness before she finally opened up and took the finger into her mouth. He slowly moved it back and forth, his eyes not leaving her lips as he fucked the finger in and out of her mouth slowly. He pushed in further so she gagged, and Charlie’s face split into a grin.
“Fucking perfect. Good girl.” He moaned as he chose to ignore the tiny eye roll as those words fell from her lips. He was far, far too eager to have her..
Charlie’s free hand went around to her back and undid her bra with ease. He pulled it off and cast it carelessly to the side - she could find it later if she so chose. He pulled his finger from her mouth and pressed his palm flat against Emilie’s chest, right above her sternum. Gently he began to push her back, a signal to the woman that she should lay back down. Once she was flat his hand found one nipple and tweaked it sharply, eliciting a squeal from the petite brunette. The other one soon followed, and with another squeak he watched them harden under his fingers.
Charlie grabbed her hands and placed them above her head, pinning them against his pillow. “These stay here, do you understand?” He asked softly, a playful smirk passing across his lips. “Tell me you understand.”
Emilie nodded and her lips parted slightly. “I understand.” She whispered, her voice shaking out of anticipation.
“If they move, I’ll have to use measures to keep them there. Understood?”
“Understood, Chuck. I need you to fucking touch me. Now.” Emilie was practically begging, pleading for him. And he loved it.
Charlie laughed and placed a quick kiss on her lips - the ones that still tasted like her. “As you wish, darling.” And with that, he was off like a madman, his lips and teeth hungrily exploring her neck, shoulder, collarbone, and finally her chest. He took one of Emilie’s nipples between his teeth and he bit down gently, exploring her pain tolerance. Charlie was pleased to hear moans of delight pass her lips as he pressed a bit harder, and was even more thrilled to not hear or feel her attempting to stop him.
His lips moved to the lower swell of her breast, and Charlie already knew that he was going to leave a mark. He loved marking women, even with something as fleeting as a small bruise that only they could see. As the man got to work on his masterpiece, Charlie’s hands found her thong once more, but this time he started to pull it down her legs. He gently slapped the side of her ass, almost as if telling Emilie that she needed to lift her hips up so he could slide it down completely. Once it was far enough off, the woman kicked it the rest of the way, but Charlie didn’t mind - he would go find it later.
Charlie really liked keeping a souvenir.
Once Emilie’s breasts had matching adorning bruises underneath her nipples, Charlie began his descent south. He kissed along her navel, savoring the tiny whimpers and moans that left her lips. As he went to her hips, he gently bit one of her hip bones as his finger pressed into her soaking wet pussy once more.
“Oh, fuck!” Emilie gasped at the sudden intrusion, but the way her hips moved against his finger Charlie knew he was hitting all of the right buttons. Soon a second finger joined his first. If she hung around after he fucked her, he might go a little further - three fingers, four if she could handle it - but he liked his pussy tight, so two fingers was all she was getting for now.
As he settled between the women's widely spread legs, Charlie looked up at Emilie’s writhing body and tightly shut eyes. “You can touch me now.” He murmured softly, knowing the only thing the woman could reach was his hair. He loved when a woman pulled at his hair as he ate her out until she shook with pleasure. Almost immediately the girl grabbed his hair and intertwined her long fingers into his messy red locks. Charlie turned his head to the left and bit her thigh sharply before turning back to his main prize.
His fingers picked up pace and his tongue finally found her clit. He moaned softly, letting himself become lost in the taste and smell of her pussy. He could stay down there for hours, but he knew it wouldn’t be necessary. As Emilie pulled at his hair and pressed her cunt against his face, Charlie knew she was close. And he wanted to clean up every fucking drop.
It was only a few minutes later that Emilie found her peak and her orgasm washed over her. There was no mistaking it - she moaned and groaned and whimpered and begged around his fingers and tongue. Instead of teasing her, Charlie occupied himself by working to clean her up and ride her through it. He wanted to prolong it for as long as possible before he pressed into her with his hard cock and fucked her. This woman was perfection, and the way his name rolled off her lips as she came all over his tongue was enough to make his own cock throb.
Charlie kneeled in a hurry and finally unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled both his jeans and his boxers down quickly, allowing his cock to spring out, already hard as a rock. He was surprised that he hadn’t burst through the seams of his jeans - that’s what this woman did to him. He climbed back close to the woman as she propped herself up on her elbows.
“Holy hell, you’re so big.” Emilie looked at his throbbing cock with wide eyes. Charlie couldn’t help but chuckle. He knew he wasn’t small. Charlie was a big man. He was stocky and muscular. And while his cock wasn’t the longest, it was a respectable length and thick as all hell. Women felt it when he fucked them for days after - he made sure of it.
Charlie moved up to his knees and he reached out, grabbing Emilie’s hair. He used it to pull her close to his cock. “Spit on it.” He growled softly. She obliged almost immediately.. “Now suck it. Get it nice and wet baby, before it tears you in half.”
As her lips enveloped the tip of his cock, Charlie took a moment to enjoy the sight in front of him. It was much, much better than his finger in her mouth. Sure, she looked a little ridiculous, but they all did. Emilie was trying her best, taking it slowly into her mouth. Charlie’s hand wrapped up into her hair and rested on the back of her head. He slowly began to push himself deeper and deeper, groaning as the girl gagged around his cock. “Take it, you eager little slut. Take it all so I’ll fuck you.” Emilie gagged once more, her eyes tearing up as she tried to take as much of him as she could. “Get it down your throat, and I’ll fuck you until you cum again.”
Emilie was such a good little slut. For a moment, Charlie was almost sad he would probably never see her again.
Finally her nose pressed against Charlie’s pelvic bone and Charlie let his eyes fall closed as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. It would be so easy to just move her mouth up and down his cock and fuck her face, but Charlie was a man of his word and he was going to fuck her instead.
Charlie pulled out of her mouth quickly and Emilie gasped for air, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. “Fuck, Chuck!” She said, though it came off as more of a whine than anything else.
Charlie smirked. “On your hands and knees, Emilie.” He said quietly. He wasn’t one for missionary - it was much too intimate. No, he preferred to fuck a woman from behind, use her hair as a handle, and smack her ass until it was bright red.
And they always loved it.
Emilie let out a soft groan as she began to roll onto her hands and knees. “Come on, Chuck.” She whined once more as she wiggled her ass from side to side to entice the man. “You promised.” He surely had.
Charlie smacked one ass cheek, then the other, reveling in the slight redness that appeared on them. “Patience is a virtue, princess.” He kneeled behind her anyway, though, and lined the tip of his cock up with her pussy. The man slowly began to press forward. He watched as inches of his cock began to disappear into her hole. Charlie groaned to himself. She was just as tight as he imagined, almost like a vice. It was like she was made for him. And judging by the noises Emilie was making, she too was loving the feeling.
Once Charlie was in, the gentle motion of enveloping himself with her wetness was gone. Instead, he began to move faster and faster, fuck her harder and harder with each thrust. “Fuck, baby.” He moaned as he pulled nearly all of the way out and then thrusted in once more. “You feel so fucking good.”
He wrapped Emilie’s hair around the palm of his hand and he pulled it back as he picked up his pace. “Fuck! Fuck back on me, fuck my cock!” Charlie found himself positively lost in her. His hand smack her ass, one side then another, until red hand prints showed up. And every time he did, he felt her pussy clench around him.
“I- I’m close!” Emilie moaned, her hands gripping the comforter tightly as her eyes squeezed shut.
“Cum! Cum all over my cock!” Charlie pulled her hair, yanking her head back, but the girl seemed not to mind.
Within moments, Emilie shook with a violent orgasm, her pussy pulsating as she moaned his name loudly, sweat covering her naked body as pleasure coursed through her veins. It was too much for Charlie to bear, and moments later his own orgasm followed. He pulled out quickly so as to not cum inside of her, and his cum sprayed all over her ass and lower back. A beautifully painted picture, just as she should be.
Charlie pulled out completely and moved next to her, collapsing onto the bed as the haze of alcohol and exhaustion finally began to overtake him. He groaned and laid on his back, looking to the woman to his left.
Emilie had moved onto her back too and closed her eyes, taking the moment to catch her breath. She looked to her right and finally opened her eyes, looking up at the much larger man next to her. “That was fantastic.” She said softly, catching her breath.
Charlie nodded, still breathing heavily. “It sure was.” After a moment he rolled onto his side and placed a quick kiss on her lips. “You were fantastic. Stay. I don’t think I’m quite done with you yet.”
Emilie nodded as the man wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him. “After a nap we can discuss it.”
Charlie chuckled and buried his face in her hair. “Sounds like a plan to me. What did you say you were in town for again?” His eyes fluttered closed.
“A wedding. The date for my best friend.” She murmured. It was too late, though. Charlie had fallen off into a wonderful dreamless sleep with the pretty French girl in his arms.