The changing room

Your gut instinct tells you to go to the changing room. It’s been completely correct so far today, so you immediately walk through the door. The room inside is open plan, with a handful of lockers, some benches and half a dozen shower heads on the opposite wall.

You’re not the only person in the changing room. Cormac McLaggen, a perennial Keeper aspirant for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, is half-dressed. When he sees you, he scowls.

“Potter”, he growls.

“McLaggen”, you respond neutrally.

Clearly, Cormac is upset that he’s missed out on being a member of the Quidditch team and that means he’s upset with all the members of the team. Normally, you would tell Cormac off, but this time, your instincts tell you to stay silent. He continues glaring at you as if he also expects you to have a go at him. Instead, you smile. This seems to annoy him even more.

Cormac drops his shirt onto the pile of his belongings on the bench and begins to pace up and down. You ignore him and turn to your locker. Slowly, you pull off your shirt and place it inside. Then you drop your pants, bending down to take them off. You hear Cormac’s footsteps stop and feel his warmth right behind you. You turn around and look up into his face.

“Is there anything you want, McLaggen?” you ask pleasantly.

Cormac snarls and pushes you against the locker. You don’t try to fight back. If you suspected that Cormac meant to hurt you, he would be jinxed in a heartbeat; however, you don’t sense any malice in him, just anger and frustration.

“Why aren’t you yelling at me?” he responds through gritted teeth. “This niceness… it’s infuriating. If you’re going to play favourites with the Quidditch team to keep me out, that’s up to you. You don’t have to be nice to me.”

You let Cormac rant. It seems that he needed to get all this emotion off his chest and hasn’t had an opportunity to do so. Finally, Cormac stops speaking, but he doesn’t release you. You can tell that he’s still simmering. You know how to convert that energy into something more useful… and enjoyable.

“What do you really want, Cormac?” you ask again.

He opens his mouth to reply, but before he does so, you reach out and cup his genitals in your hand. Cormac’s mouth snaps shut and a confused look replaces the angry one on his face. As if for the first time, Cormac’s eyes look over your nearly naked body, taking in the curves and the muscles. You know that it’s unlikely that he’s missed the way that your cock is tenting your boxers. You see Cormac’s gaze linger over that part of your anatomy and see him gulp. He lets his hands drop to his sides.

You squeeze Cormac’s cock and his eyes snap back to yours. You can see the desire in them, as well as an unspoken question. You smile and nod. Cormac raises a trembling hand and rests it on your shoulder. At his slightest pressure, you sink down to your knees. Cormac’s hand slides behind your head and pulls you forward so that your face is pressed against his crotch. You can smell his scent – a mix of musk and sweat – which just makes your cock harder.

Your hands fly to Cormac’s waist and you quickly undo his pants and pull them down. Cormac, it seems, has been going commando, and his hard cock slaps you in the face. You open your mouth instinctively and begin to lick his member. You’re rewarded by Cormac’s moan.

Cormac gives you a bit of slack. You grab his cock and hold it steady as you slide it into your mouth. Suddenly, both of Comac’s hands grip the back of your head. He holds you in place as he thrusts his hips forward, shoving his cock into your throat. You **** on Cormac’s member and he pulls back for long enough for you to catch your breath before pushing back in.

“Oh yeah, Potter”, Cormac moans. “If I’d known what a good throat you had, I’d have used it earlier.”

You can’t reply, but there’s something about Cormac’s dominance that adds to your arousal. All you can do is kneel there as Cormac thrusts in and out, but, somehow, that’s where you want to be.

Eventually, Cormac pulls his cock out of your mouth. It glistens in front of you and you lean forward to suck it some more. Instead, Cormac pulls you up and carries you over to the bench.

“I’ve got something more fun for you”, he rumbles.

Cormac drops you on your back and, in one swift move, pulls off your boxers. Before you can do anything, he lifts your legs and presses his cock against your hole. Cormac stares into your eyes.

“Be gentle?” you ask him.

Cormac doesn’t reply. Instead, he thrusts forward, his cock sliding into you. Cormac doesn’t stop until he’s pressed against you. He holds himself in place, smirking down at you.

“Move”, you growl, when you’ve taken enough of his attitude.

“I thought you wanted me to be gentle?” Cormac replies smugly.

He shifts a fraction and his cock slides over your prostate.

“Fuck me”, you concede, almost begging. “I know you want to.”

Cormac’s smile widens. It’s the last thing you notice before his cock pulls out of you, then slams back in. Cormac fucks you hard, knowing that you can take it. You just lie there, moaning continuously as his cock stretches you open. Cormac leans over you, his face only inches from your own.

“This is what you’re missing”, he growls. “If I’m on the team, you’ll get to have this whenever you want.”

You don’t have the strength to reply. Cormac continues to pump his cock into you. Your own member throbs as waves of arousal spread across your body before it finally spurts out cum onto your abdomen. Cormac doesn’t even notice your orgasm. He’s too focused on his own pleasure and his power over you to care. He continues to thrust into you as your moans grow louder.

Finally, Cormac pulls out of you and walks around the bench. You see him standing above your head, his cock taking up your field of view, but you’re too overwhelmed to move. Cormac strokes his cock a couple of times, then lets out a groan as he cums. You just have enough time to close your eyes before he paints your face with his seed.

When you open your eyes, Cormac is looking down at you with a strange look in his eyes. He reaches down to wipe some of his cum off your cheek and puts his fingers to your lips. You readily lick off Cormac’s seed as he feeds it to you. Cormac leans down and places his mouth by your ear.

“There’s plenty more where that came from”, he whispers.

Then, he’s gone. You only hear the echo of his footsteps as he leaves you. You don’t mind. You got exactly what you wanted.