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firewhiskeyficTitle: End of term
Author:a_belladonna
I am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Domenico Pozzovivo/Madam Rosmerta, Vincenzo Nibali/Madam Rosmerta, implied Aberforth/goats (I guess)
Harry Potter, Cycling RPF
Challenge/Prompts used: All of them!
Madam Rosmerta and/or Aberforth Dumbledore
Hog's Head
Marathon
Insomnia
Forced Proximity
One Too Many
Summary: Madan Romastermat wants ot get lais. (Madam Rosmerta wants to get laid.)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, Explicit.
(Um, I guess you could argue she's sort of coercing them? Or not? They're all old enough to do what they're doing. But I suppose more sober people would find the consent kind of iffy? They're drunk and horny, drunk and horny people sometimes do things sober people wouldn't. And I guess there's a really lame reference to bestiality? That felt reeeally clever in the moment.)
Word count: I wrote this in Worpdad to avod the urge to go back and use psellchek. So no word cout. Let sober!me handle that tomorrow
(Word count is 1937 words)
Author's Notes (if any): Oh God, waht did I jsut wite? It's probajl y the cornirt and porniset thign, I've ever witttn. My hangover tomorrow wiotll be the leat shameful part. I thnk. Perhaps.
(Oh God, what did I just write? It's probably the corniest and porniest thing I've ever written. My hangover tomorrow will be the least shameful part, I think. Perhaps.)
She'd seen them beofre. Since when did Hogwarts have exchange students? But it was a nice break from the usual.
The first time they'd sat there wide-eyed, takin gin the atmosphere of the pub, but slowly they'd grown more accustomed to how things were in teh UK.
The shortest of them seemed to be the one leading proceedings, or at least most comfortable speaking English.
They probably should have gone back to Hogwarts by now but they seemed to linger. Could have somethng to do with the end of terms, of course. Could be that they could stay out a bit longer.
She made her way over to their table.
"Can I get you anything, or is it about time you get back to Hogwarts?" she asked them.
"We probably should go back," the shortest said.
The taller said something to him in Italian.
"But before we go back, could we get a...glass of firewhiskey? PLese?" He added.
Madam Rosmerta looked them over again. They seemed so young.
"Are you even old enough for that?" she asked. She had a good idea of the ages of the British students, having seen them in Hogsmeade from their 3rd year. These exchange students, less so.
"Else you'll have to go to the Hog's Head," she continued. "Aberforth is less stringent about his patrons' ages."
They looked a bit shocked for a moment.
"No, we already been there, once," the short one said. "We didn't like it much there. And we're old enough."
At least that's wat it sounded like. His accent was a bit heavy, but she got the general gist of it. Sh e thought. If she didn't, she'd have to deal with the headmaster tomorrow. But they seemed old enough. The taller one was definitely already shaving.
And they seemed so expectant, somehow. Could be that they didn't have firewhisjey in Italy and wanted to try it befor ethey went ho,e for the summer.
"I'll be right back," she said.
When she returned with the drinks, they motioned for her to sit down. she didn't usually do that, but there werent anymore patrons and technically the Three Broomsticks had closed by now. Sitting down would be nice.
"Thanks," the short one said, then took a sip. And immediately coughed. "It's strong," he hiccuped.
"Arr you not just weak drinker?" the taller said teasingly and took a sip. An dimmediately coughed too.
"Told you," the short said.
"Haven't you had enough?" Madam Rosmerta said.
"No," the tall one said. "You haven't been in England if you haven't had one too many to drink."
"We're in Scotland," Rosmerta said.
The two students ecchanged a look.
"Wahtever," the short said.
"You speak English," the tall said.
Rosmerta wasn't raeally in the mood for discussin the finer linguistics points with them. But she did get a better look at them, sittting closer to them than beofre. This forced proximity wasn't bad, actually. She vaguely remembered reading something about Hogwarts taking in Quidditch players from abroad these years. They had to be part of that, they looked more...sporty...than some of the other students.
Fit but they knew it. Perhaps.
They finished theyr drinks almost without coughing. Almost. She felt like teasing them.
"Aren't you having amother one?" she said.
"Uh, erm, I'm, we're. Not sure," the shorter one said, blushing.
Was he shy or srunk? Rosmerta felt inrigued.
"We're sure," the tller interjected. "We like more firewhiskey."
She kind of liked the way he rolled his r's.
"Be right back," she said.
This was not very wise of her. She shouldn't be getting students drunk after curfew. That was more of and Aberforth-thng to do. Bu t theyse two weren't goats, they were Quidditch exchange students and rahter more up HER allery than Aberforth's.
Sh came back with the bottles and a glass for herself. If there's a party, let there be party. YOLO.
She usually wasnt a leceherous old woman. She didn't feel like one. Bu t she wanted to see those two drunk. Better than lying in bed fighteing her insomnia.
"This is on the house,# she said and poured them a generaous glaass each. "Let's see if ouy can drink up," she challenged them. She definitely challendged them. If there aws one thing she'd learned over the years, it was drinking, and she could drink most under the table.
Slender, young exchange students most defnitely.
"Salut," the short oen said and emptied his glass.
Salut? Wasn't tat French? Rosmertta shrugged and downed her glass as well without flinching, unlike the two studnets, who'd both couhted.
They'd finished their drinks but not without coughing. She felt divious.
"let's try again, but wihtough couahg," she aid and poured them a glass.
The short one looked a bit green in the face despite being the Ravenclaw.
"Relly," he choked.
"Come on," his friend nudged.
"Lok, I'm having double of yours," Rosmerta encouraged. She was feeling a bit ht beneath the coloar, even though the shirt was rather low-cut. Perhaps it was the booze, perhaps its was the summer, perhaps, perhaps, parhaps..
They downed theyr drinks.
"I've had enough," the short one said, clutching the talbe. Yes, he had. She didn't want him being sick all over the talble,a fter all. Anf she'd prefer if they were still capale of getting hard.
What? What, she asked herself.
"Come on", she repleid to herself. "Tat's what you want, isn't it? From the very beginning?"
She had to admit her inner voice was right.
She pulled her shirt down a bit more, showcasing more of her breasts. The tall one seemed to notice, not taking his gaze off of her chest area.
She could feel her nipples move against the shirt and she fetl how that shot to her crotch. She wasn't that old, after old. Not so old that young men their age wouldn't still want to fuck her.
"You like the view?" she asked him, running her hands down over her chest and cupping her breasts.
He nodded, mesmerizied.
The short one was still grasping the table, taking deeo breaths. "Waht," he asked?
The tall one again said something in Italien to him, and he looked in her doretion with a dazed gaze.
"Woops," she said softly as one of her breasts popped out, warm adnn soft and heavy against her palm.
They both swallowed, looking at her. Breathing heavily. It felt like a gamble but also like a gamle she might win.
She pinched her nipple lightly.
"Come on, boys," she moaned. Pulled down the neckline and freed the other breast. cupped them both. Felt like she got wetter and spread her legs undernath the table.
They shifted yet didn't take their eyes off of her.
She lost her patience and got to her feet and sat on the table behind her. Pulled up her skirt and parted her legs. Caressed herself through her panties, before pulling them aside and showing them her cunt.
"Come on," she imploed. "I know you want to."
The taller one was the first to get to his feet. Judgning by the way his robes were tenting in frint, he was defnitely not opposed to this.
He moved over to the table and parted his robes. pulled down his underear and freed his erection. Not bad. Not bad at all, she thought.
"Yu're a big boy," she said, reaching out for him. HIs cock felt nice against her hand. And she was happy to notice that he was as big as he looked and it wasn't just her beer (fireshiekey) goggles spealing here. She ran her hand up and down his shaft a few times, seeing the forskin moving over the head, feeling him grow even harder benathe her hand.
She let go of the cock and wriggled out her her panties. Let them fall to the floor.
"Show me what you've got," she moaned and grabbeed his cock, guidung it inside her her.
He leant forward, supporting his hands on the tblle and began fucking her.
She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned. It felt good. He really knew what he was doing. Hooking her legs around his hips,she urged him on.
Carresseing her clitoris, she felt her orgasm move vloser and closer, but she could also feel that what ever he gave her, it definitely wasn't enough. Not by far. One cock, glorious though as it awas, it wasn't enough. Not tonight.
She clenched around him, her moans turning into sreams (fucking sram) as she came, came, came, milking him.
She felt him still and heard him gasp as he came. Typical of young men, no matyter how well-endowed. Theye never latese very log.
She looked over at his companion who'd been watching the goigns on wide-eyed. Oh, how inncocent he looked.
But she wasnt in for the sprint, she was in for the marathon, and she wanted more cock than she'd already had.
"Come," she beckoned. "I know you want to also."
He really didn't need a lot of persuasion. He got to his feet and walked over to them.
The other had alrady pulled out (that feeling of emptiness was the worst) and moved a little away from the table.
She noticed with satisfacton that the front of the other's robes also was tented.
"Good boy, I see you havem't touched yourself," she said. "Now, come on. Fuck me."
He parted his robe and pulled down his underwear. He wasn't quite as well-endoweed as his friend, but she really couldn't complain. Who'd complain about having a rock hard young man at her disposal?
LIke before she reached out and caressed him. She looked up at him as she jerked him of. His eyes were closed and his lips parted.
Then she guided his cock inside her. Oh god, that felt nice. His hips spasmed a bit, and then he grabbed her hips, fucking her.
While not as big as the other one, he certainly knew what he was dojng. He was quite relentlessly hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars and made her scream and whimper.
She glanced down and saw how her breasts moved at each thrust, her nipples all hard even without having been stimulated.
She moved her hand down and started touching herself, caressing her clit again.
"Harder," she moaned.
She felt how her body took on a life of its own, how it moved, how it took all the pleasure it could from the yung man fucking her.
She felt her cunt clenching around his cock, how those movements spread from her cunt all the way up through her body. She could hardly breathe, she was screamning and whimpering as the orgasm took over her entire body, coming harder or more intense than she had for a long, long while.
Her entire body seemed to move on its own accord, really.
As she was coming down from the orgasm she looked up at the young man who'd fucked her. He looked down at her with a shy look, cautiously pulling out of her.
Oh, how she hated tthat feeling of someone pulling out, the feeling of semen running out.
"You did fine," she said, caressing his arm.
His friend, the taller one, sporting a half-hard cock, moved up behind him and pulled him into an embrace, kissing him.
Oh. Oh, were they that kind? She almost felt disppaointed she hadn't noticeed that beofre. Well, that could be amended.
She sat up, well aware her breasts still presented themselves very well and that her cunt was only half satisified.
"We aren't done, are we?"
Author:
a_belladonnaI am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Domenico Pozzovivo/Madam Rosmerta, Vincenzo Nibali/Madam Rosmerta, implied Aberforth/goats (I guess)
Harry Potter, Cycling RPF
Challenge/Prompts used: All of them!
Madam Rosmerta and/or Aberforth Dumbledore
Hog's Head
Marathon
Insomnia
Forced Proximity
One Too Many
Summary: Madan Romastermat wants ot get lais. (Madam Rosmerta wants to get laid.)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, Explicit.
(Um, I guess you could argue she's sort of coercing them? Or not? They're all old enough to do what they're doing. But I suppose more sober people would find the consent kind of iffy? They're drunk and horny, drunk and horny people sometimes do things sober people wouldn't. And I guess there's a really lame reference to bestiality? That felt reeeally clever in the moment.)
Word count: I wrote this in Worpdad to avod the urge to go back and use psellchek. So no word cout. Let sober!me handle that tomorrow
(Word count is 1937 words)
Author's Notes (if any): Oh God, waht did I jsut wite? It's probajl y the cornirt and porniset thign, I've ever witttn. My hangover tomorrow wiotll be the leat shameful part. I thnk. Perhaps.
(Oh God, what did I just write? It's probably the corniest and porniest thing I've ever written. My hangover tomorrow will be the least shameful part, I think. Perhaps.)
She'd seen them beofre. Since when did Hogwarts have exchange students? But it was a nice break from the usual.
The first time they'd sat there wide-eyed, takin gin the atmosphere of the pub, but slowly they'd grown more accustomed to how things were in teh UK.
The shortest of them seemed to be the one leading proceedings, or at least most comfortable speaking English.
They probably should have gone back to Hogwarts by now but they seemed to linger. Could have somethng to do with the end of terms, of course. Could be that they could stay out a bit longer.
She made her way over to their table.
"Can I get you anything, or is it about time you get back to Hogwarts?" she asked them.
"We probably should go back," the shortest said.
The taller said something to him in Italian.
"But before we go back, could we get a...glass of firewhiskey? PLese?" He added.
Madam Rosmerta looked them over again. They seemed so young.
"Are you even old enough for that?" she asked. She had a good idea of the ages of the British students, having seen them in Hogsmeade from their 3rd year. These exchange students, less so.
"Else you'll have to go to the Hog's Head," she continued. "Aberforth is less stringent about his patrons' ages."
They looked a bit shocked for a moment.
"No, we already been there, once," the short one said. "We didn't like it much there. And we're old enough."
At least that's wat it sounded like. His accent was a bit heavy, but she got the general gist of it. Sh e thought. If she didn't, she'd have to deal with the headmaster tomorrow. But they seemed old enough. The taller one was definitely already shaving.
And they seemed so expectant, somehow. Could be that they didn't have firewhisjey in Italy and wanted to try it befor ethey went ho,e for the summer.
"I'll be right back," she said.
When she returned with the drinks, they motioned for her to sit down. she didn't usually do that, but there werent anymore patrons and technically the Three Broomsticks had closed by now. Sitting down would be nice.
"Thanks," the short one said, then took a sip. And immediately coughed. "It's strong," he hiccuped.
"Arr you not just weak drinker?" the taller said teasingly and took a sip. An dimmediately coughed too.
"Told you," the short said.
"Haven't you had enough?" Madam Rosmerta said.
"No," the tall one said. "You haven't been in England if you haven't had one too many to drink."
"We're in Scotland," Rosmerta said.
The two students ecchanged a look.
"Wahtever," the short said.
"You speak English," the tall said.
Rosmerta wasn't raeally in the mood for discussin the finer linguistics points with them. But she did get a better look at them, sittting closer to them than beofre. This forced proximity wasn't bad, actually. She vaguely remembered reading something about Hogwarts taking in Quidditch players from abroad these years. They had to be part of that, they looked more...sporty...than some of the other students.
Fit but they knew it. Perhaps.
They finished theyr drinks almost without coughing. Almost. She felt like teasing them.
"Aren't you having amother one?" she said.
"Uh, erm, I'm, we're. Not sure," the shorter one said, blushing.
Was he shy or srunk? Rosmerta felt inrigued.
"We're sure," the tller interjected. "We like more firewhiskey."
She kind of liked the way he rolled his r's.
"Be right back," she said.
This was not very wise of her. She shouldn't be getting students drunk after curfew. That was more of and Aberforth-thng to do. Bu t theyse two weren't goats, they were Quidditch exchange students and rahter more up HER allery than Aberforth's.
Sh came back with the bottles and a glass for herself. If there's a party, let there be party. YOLO.
She usually wasnt a leceherous old woman. She didn't feel like one. Bu t she wanted to see those two drunk. Better than lying in bed fighteing her insomnia.
"This is on the house,# she said and poured them a generaous glaass each. "Let's see if ouy can drink up," she challenged them. She definitely challendged them. If there aws one thing she'd learned over the years, it was drinking, and she could drink most under the table.
Slender, young exchange students most defnitely.
"Salut," the short oen said and emptied his glass.
Salut? Wasn't tat French? Rosmertta shrugged and downed her glass as well without flinching, unlike the two studnets, who'd both couhted.
They'd finished their drinks but not without coughing. She felt divious.
"let's try again, but wihtough couahg," she aid and poured them a glass.
The short one looked a bit green in the face despite being the Ravenclaw.
"Relly," he choked.
"Come on," his friend nudged.
"Lok, I'm having double of yours," Rosmerta encouraged. She was feeling a bit ht beneath the coloar, even though the shirt was rather low-cut. Perhaps it was the booze, perhaps its was the summer, perhaps, perhaps, parhaps..
They downed theyr drinks.
"I've had enough," the short one said, clutching the talbe. Yes, he had. She didn't want him being sick all over the talble,a fter all. Anf she'd prefer if they were still capale of getting hard.
What? What, she asked herself.
"Come on", she repleid to herself. "Tat's what you want, isn't it? From the very beginning?"
She had to admit her inner voice was right.
She pulled her shirt down a bit more, showcasing more of her breasts. The tall one seemed to notice, not taking his gaze off of her chest area.
She could feel her nipples move against the shirt and she fetl how that shot to her crotch. She wasn't that old, after old. Not so old that young men their age wouldn't still want to fuck her.
"You like the view?" she asked him, running her hands down over her chest and cupping her breasts.
He nodded, mesmerizied.
The short one was still grasping the table, taking deeo breaths. "Waht," he asked?
The tall one again said something in Italien to him, and he looked in her doretion with a dazed gaze.
"Woops," she said softly as one of her breasts popped out, warm adnn soft and heavy against her palm.
They both swallowed, looking at her. Breathing heavily. It felt like a gamble but also like a gamle she might win.
She pinched her nipple lightly.
"Come on, boys," she moaned. Pulled down the neckline and freed the other breast. cupped them both. Felt like she got wetter and spread her legs undernath the table.
They shifted yet didn't take their eyes off of her.
She lost her patience and got to her feet and sat on the table behind her. Pulled up her skirt and parted her legs. Caressed herself through her panties, before pulling them aside and showing them her cunt.
"Come on," she imploed. "I know you want to."
The taller one was the first to get to his feet. Judgning by the way his robes were tenting in frint, he was defnitely not opposed to this.
He moved over to the table and parted his robes. pulled down his underear and freed his erection. Not bad. Not bad at all, she thought.
"Yu're a big boy," she said, reaching out for him. HIs cock felt nice against her hand. And she was happy to notice that he was as big as he looked and it wasn't just her beer (fireshiekey) goggles spealing here. She ran her hand up and down his shaft a few times, seeing the forskin moving over the head, feeling him grow even harder benathe her hand.
She let go of the cock and wriggled out her her panties. Let them fall to the floor.
"Show me what you've got," she moaned and grabbeed his cock, guidung it inside her her.
He leant forward, supporting his hands on the tblle and began fucking her.
She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned. It felt good. He really knew what he was doing. Hooking her legs around his hips,she urged him on.
Carresseing her clitoris, she felt her orgasm move vloser and closer, but she could also feel that what ever he gave her, it definitely wasn't enough. Not by far. One cock, glorious though as it awas, it wasn't enough. Not tonight.
She clenched around him, her moans turning into sreams (fucking sram) as she came, came, came, milking him.
She felt him still and heard him gasp as he came. Typical of young men, no matyter how well-endowed. Theye never latese very log.
She looked over at his companion who'd been watching the goigns on wide-eyed. Oh, how inncocent he looked.
But she wasnt in for the sprint, she was in for the marathon, and she wanted more cock than she'd already had.
"Come," she beckoned. "I know you want to also."
He really didn't need a lot of persuasion. He got to his feet and walked over to them.
The other had alrady pulled out (that feeling of emptiness was the worst) and moved a little away from the table.
She noticed with satisfacton that the front of the other's robes also was tented.
"Good boy, I see you havem't touched yourself," she said. "Now, come on. Fuck me."
He parted his robe and pulled down his underwear. He wasn't quite as well-endoweed as his friend, but she really couldn't complain. Who'd complain about having a rock hard young man at her disposal?
LIke before she reached out and caressed him. She looked up at him as she jerked him of. His eyes were closed and his lips parted.
Then she guided his cock inside her. Oh god, that felt nice. His hips spasmed a bit, and then he grabbed her hips, fucking her.
While not as big as the other one, he certainly knew what he was dojng. He was quite relentlessly hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars and made her scream and whimper.
She glanced down and saw how her breasts moved at each thrust, her nipples all hard even without having been stimulated.
She moved her hand down and started touching herself, caressing her clit again.
"Harder," she moaned.
She felt how her body took on a life of its own, how it moved, how it took all the pleasure it could from the yung man fucking her.
She felt her cunt clenching around his cock, how those movements spread from her cunt all the way up through her body. She could hardly breathe, she was screamning and whimpering as the orgasm took over her entire body, coming harder or more intense than she had for a long, long while.
Her entire body seemed to move on its own accord, really.
As she was coming down from the orgasm she looked up at the young man who'd fucked her. He looked down at her with a shy look, cautiously pulling out of her.
Oh, how she hated tthat feeling of someone pulling out, the feeling of semen running out.
"You did fine," she said, caressing his arm.
His friend, the taller one, sporting a half-hard cock, moved up behind him and pulled him into an embrace, kissing him.
Oh. Oh, were they that kind? She almost felt disppaointed she hadn't noticeed that beofre. Well, that could be amended.
She sat up, well aware her breasts still presented themselves very well and that her cunt was only half satisified.
"We aren't done, are we?"