i hate you (i need you)

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/45315202.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/F
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes
Characters: Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes
Additional Tags: PWP, plot if you squint, but mostly - Freeform, Plot What Plot/Porn
Without Plot, Smut, Hate Sex, Quidditch Rivals, Sex in the Quidditch
Locker Room, pushing the bottom!marlene agenda one smutty oneshot at
a time
Language: English
Collections: Anonymous
Stats: Published: 2023-02-25 Words: 2,410 Chapters: 1/1
 i hate you (i need you)
by Anonymous

Summary

Marlene and Dorcas hate each other more than anything.

After Dorcas plays dirty on the quidditch pitch, costing Gryffindor the win, Marlene means to
yell at Dorcas, but things end up going in a different direction.

Notes

dorlene brainrot + wine = smutty smut smut

Marlene was so close to the snitch. She ducked closer to her broom, urging it to go faster as
she reached her hand out.

She could feel Regulus inches away from her, his own hand stretched out to grab the snitch.

Suddenly, Marlene heard the whistle of a bludger but there wasn’t any time to react. The
bludger slammed into the back of her broom, shattering the wood and knocking her off
course with enough force to make her go flying off her broom as Regulus caught the snitch.

Marlene let out a scream of fury as she plummeted to the ground a good fifty feet before
Madam Hooch slowed her fall.

She landed with a grunt and both teams landed after that, right as Madam Hooch declared
Slytherin as the winner. Mulciber and some other Slytherin hefted Regulus on their shoulders
as Marlene stood up, dusting herself off. She glared at the Slytherins and noticed the beater,
Dorcas Meadowes, smirking at her, the beater’s club casually resting on her shoulder.

A hand landed on her shoulder, pulling her attention from the Slytherin beater. James was
looking at her, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. “You alright, Marlene?”

“Grand,” Marlene said, shooting another glare at Dorcas.

Marlene barely managed to contain her hatred as both teams wandered to the locker rooms.

She changed silently, listening to Emma Vanity congratulate Dorcas on her aim.

Unlike her feelings towards Dorcas, Marlene actually had a modicum of respect for Emma.
The Slytherin captain didn’t play dirty, even if she turned a blind eye when her team did. But
Marlene hated Dorcas. She played dirty and was proud of it. She slammed bludgers at
people’s heads and brooms and crashed into them when she didn’t have a readily available
bludger.

Marlene hated Dorcas. She hated how she played. She hated the way she smirked at Marlene
with full knowledge of how they’d won the game. She hated the way she looked at her, with
that teasing glint in her eye. She hated how effortless Dorcas looked, how she was always so
smooth and graceful, even when she was being blatantly unfair. Marlene hated how she
noticed how Dorcas looked.

Emma said goodbye to Dorcas and left, leaving Marlene and Dorcas alone in the locker
room.

Marlene whirled around, nearly snarling, “what the fuck was that?”

“Excuse me?” Dorcas asked with raised eyebrows, folding her uniform.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

Dorcas hummed. “Remind me anyways.”

“I was going to get the snitch. I was going to win, and you fucking cheated. You knocked the
bludger straight into my broom and made me fall.”

“Whoops.” Dorcas continued packing her things like Marlene had said nothing.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Marlene said, throwing her arms up in frustration, “have an emotion or two,
it’s not like you haven’t got plenty to go around.”

Dorcas let out an incredulous laugh. “Are you serious?”

“No, I’m Marlene.”

“Can you, for one moment, not be such a bloody prick?” Dorcas asked, her frustration
starting to make itself known.

“Or what?”

Dorcas lifted her chin as she stared Marlene down. “Or I’ll make you.”

There was an odd feeling in Marlene’s stomach as her heart beat a little harder; it felt like it
was waiting for something. She ignored it, choosing to scoff and cross her arms over her
chest. “Oh, you’ll make me? How exactly are you going to make me?”

Dorcas narrowed her eyes and stepped over the bench between the two sets of lockers. “I
could figure something out.”

Marlene took a step backward and rolled her eyes. “Such a grand idea, Meadowes, you
totally have this all planned out.”

“You are the most irritating person I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting,” Dorcas said as
she took another step closer.

“And you are the most frustrating, easy to hate, emotionally stunted–” Marlene’s back hit the
locker behind her as Dorcas moved closer still, causing Marlene’s breath to catch as she
continued, “–vindictive, little–”

“Oh, I’ll bloody show you vindictive,” Dorcas nearly growled as she closed the space
between them, kissing Marlene hard enough for her head to slam against the locker behind
her.

All of the air rushed out of Marlene’s lungs as she gasped against Dorcas’ mouth, surging
forwards to kiss her back without thinking. Her hands flew up to the sides of Dorcas’ head,
pulling her closer, her back coming away from the locker completely as she pressed herself
against Dorcas.

Cold hands snaked their way under Marlene’s shirt and she gasped into Dorcas’ mouth,
which was immediately followed by a tongue swiping at her lower lip, taking advantage of
her open mouth. Marlene groaned as the kiss deepened, Dorcas’ hands gripping her hips,
simultaneously slamming her back against the lockers and tugging her closer.
The kiss was all desperation; hot, uncontrolled desperation as Marlene clutched Dorcas, those
hands moving to her back and scratching angry, red lines. Marlene shuddered, her back
arching into Dorcas, the feel of those scratches sending shockwaves to her core.

Dorcas ducked her head to press an open-mouthed kiss to the side of Marlene’s neck. Her lips
were warm on her skin as they found her pulse point and bit down on it, her tongue flicking
over it. Marlene barely held back a moan; it came out as a strangled breathy noise that
seemed to spur Dorcas on. Her hands clutched Marlene’s hips, pulling her closer as she
slipped a thigh between Marlene’s legs and pressed it against her.

Marlene let out a sinful moan at the contact, unable to hold it back. Her hips ground down on
Dorcas’ thigh, the friction sending waves of pleasure rocking through her.

If this was how it felt through her sweatpants, Marlene faced a serious dilemma. She didn’t
want to know how it might feel without the barriers simply because it was Dorcas, but at the
same time, the mere prospect of feeling Dorcas’ thigh without her sweatpants in the way was
enough to send her hips grinding down as she moaned again.

Marlene tilted her head back against the lockers, her mouth falling open. Dorcas’ hands
encouraged her hips to grind down again, her thigh pressed closer, those lips and teeth and
tongue torturing her neck, finding every sensitive spot, biting marks and smoothing them
with her tongue.

She didn’t know how this had happened, and she didn’t want to. There was a coil low in her
stomach twisting tighter towards the edge of a cliff. She had a fleeting thought that it would
be embarrassing that Dorcas could make her come this fast from this little amount of
touching, but she didn’t care, not when it felt this good.

Nails raked down her back again as Dorcas bit down on her neck and pressed her thigh
closer, and Marlene gasped out, “fuck.”

The noise caused Dorcas to let out a low moan and press her whole body closer, nails digging
into Marlene’s back. A moan tore its way out of Marlene as she felt arousal pool between her
legs.

“Can I touch you?” Dorcas asked. Her voice was low and rough and sent raw need crashing
into Marlene.

“Yes,” she nearly cried out. She’d never wanted anything more, she ached with desire and
need.

The thigh between her legs disappeared but was soon replaced with a hand, slipping into the
front of her sweatpants. Marlene felt Dorcas’ index finger running over the outside of her
underwear.

“Merlin, you’re so wet,” Dorcas breathed out in her ear, pressing a kiss to the space just
below her earlobe.

“Stop teasing me,” Marlene said, trying to press herself down on Dorcas’ finger.
Dorcas’ nose traced the length of her jaw. “So demanding,” she whispered, her tone vaguely
scolding.

“Yes, so do what I say.”

“Only if you say please.”

Marlene’s eyes flew open and she found Dorcas staring at her, that taunting smirk on her
face. She looked good. Effortless, even. Marlene was sure she was flushed and insane
looking with desire. At least, that’s how it felt. But Dorcas seemed entirely unaffected, like
those little moans she’d made and the state of her voice had all been some big show. Marlene
felt that familiar hatred unfurling in her chest and her eyes narrowed to a glare.

Dorcas pressed her finger harder against her and Marlene’s jaw clenched, her eyelids just
barely fluttering. Of course, Dorcas caught it and that stupid smirk turned damn near evil.
“Just say please.” She pressed a chaste kiss to Marlene’s cheek. “That’s all you have to do,
McKinnon, and I’ll touch you however you want.” Her teeth grazed the edge of her jaw. “I’ll
fuck you however you want.”

Marlene felt her resolve wavering. Her hands clenched in their hold of Dorcas’ collar as if it
would help her keep her pride just a little longer.

Dorcas brushed over her through her underwear again and the last of Marlene’s resolve faded.
She needed Dorcas. She needed Dorcas’ touch, her kiss, her everything. “Please,” she choked
out like her throat wasn’t made for the word. “Please, Meadowes, touch me.”

“Again,” Dorcase breathed out, pressing harder. Marlene took a ragged breath.

“Please, I need you to fuck me. Please, Meadowes, please fuck me.” Marlene was nearly
crying with need. She was openly begging the one person she hated most in the world to fuck
her in the middle of the quidditch locker room. Her pride was completely gone.

“There you go,” Dorcas murmured and pushed Marlene’s underwear to the side before
slipping a finger through her folds, humming pleasantly. “You feel so good, McKinnon, it’s
too bad you’re so irritating.”

“Shut up, Meadowes,” Marlene tried to sound annoyed but her words came out more like a
moan.

“But it’s so fun to rile you up like this.”

“Fuck,” Marlene moaned as Dorcas’ finger brushed over her clit. “I hate you.”

“I hate you too,” Dorcas murmured and ducked her head to kiss Marlene’s neck, her finger
circling Marlene’s entrance.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to–”

“You’re going to what?” Dorcas interrupted, pulling away to raise an eyebrow, her finger
stilling. “You’re not in any position to do anything other than make those pretty little noises
with that irritating little mouth.”

Marlene watched Dorcas through a haze of arousal and need. “Please,” she whispered and
Dorcas smirked. Marlene couldn’t do anything but kiss it off her face as Dorcas sank her
finger inside of Marlene.

Marlene moaned into Dorcas’ mouth, her hips grinding down onto her hand. “More,”
Marlene gasped. Dorcas pulled out and sank back into her with two fingers, curling inside of
her and finding that perfect spot. Marlene’s eyes rolled backward, her head hitting the lockers
behind her as Dorcas pulled out and pushed back in slowly. “Faster,” Marlene moaned. She
could feel that smirk against her neck as Dorcas sped up, her palm hitting her clit every time
she curled her fingers into Marlene.

Something was wrong with Marlene. There was no possible way she was enjoying this so
much. This was Dorcas Meadowes fucking her, they hated each other more than anything.
And yet Marlene’s hands finally released her collar to pull Dorcas’ head closer to her neck as
she bit and licked and sucked marks into her skin, her other hand on Marlene’s hip with an
iron grip.

More. Marlene needed more.

And it was like Dorcas could hear her thoughts. Or maybe Marlene had accidentally spoken
out loud. She wasn’t too sure anymore.

Either way, Dorcas’ hand on her hip moved out from under her shirt to cup the underside of
Marlene’s thigh and lift it up, pressing her hips into Marlene in time with her hand. Dorcas’
room to move was significantly constricted, but she was fucking Marlene so much deeper
with the added force of her hips that it didn’t matter.

It took Marlene more than a few seconds to realize that Dorcas was getting herself off against
the back of her hand as she fucked her. It made Marlene moan, long and deep, her back
arching as a fresh wave of arousal hit her. Dorcas let out a similar moan, her hand on the
underside of Marlene’s thigh tightening its grip as she panted into Marlene’s neck.

“You feel so good,” Dorcas choked out. “I hate you.”

Marlene could feel the coil in her stomach tightening. “I hate you,” she moaned, “fuck, I hate
you, I hate you.” Marlene’s hands clenched in Dorcas’ collar once more as she hurtled
towards her orgasm. “Fuck, I’m so close, Meadowes, I hate you.” Her voice was high pitched
and breathy, her eyes screwed shut, her hands tugging Dorcas’ collar.

“Come for me, McKinnon,” Dorcas groaned and Marlene came with a loud cry, stars
exploding behind her eyelids as her back arched clean off the lockers, her hips grinding down
on Dorcas’ hand, pulling Dorcas’ collar closer.

Dorcas’ hips faltered in their rhythm as she came with a cry of her own, grinding on the back
of her hand, fucking Marlene through both of their orgasms.
Marlene felt Dorcas panting into her neck as aftershocks rocked through her, until Dorcas
pulled away, taking a step back. Without pausing, Dorcas put her fingers in her mouth,
cleaning them off. She let out a low moan and Marlene felt desire hit her like a punch to the
gut. Just like that, she was right back to turned on, and all it took was hearing that little noise
while Dorcas cleaned off her fingers.

Dorcas noticed her watching and slowed down, releasing them with a pop. She smirked at
Marlene. “See something you like?”

“No,” Marlene mumbled, not really paying attention to what she was saying, the haze of her
orgasm clouding her thoughts. “But I do see something I want to fuck.”

Dorcas quirked an eyebrow. “Is that right?”

Marlene nodded, her eyes on that stupid, stupid smirk.

“Well, sorry to disappoint, but maybe next time, McKinnon. I have to go celebrate my team’s
big win.” Dorcas shouldered her quidditch bag. “I’d say it’s too bad you guys won’t be
winning the House Cup, but seeing as that fact makes me rather happy, I’ll just thank you for
the shag instead.”

And just like that, Marlene was back to hating Dorcas Meadowes.

Not that she’d stopped.

No, of course she hadn’t stopped, even if the shag was… slightly more than good.
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