Being Pansy
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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10,358
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3
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Being Pansy
Title: Being Pansy
Author: Dracoluvah
Pairing: Pansy/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Warnings: male/female, oral sex, masturbation
Summary: Pansy’s on a mission … to deflower Harry
Disclaimer: Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall and pretty much anything else recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Maybe it’s the fact that I dyed my hair red, but I’m in a smutty mood. Not beta’d, but enjoy as is.
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There was definitely something about Pansy Parkinson that commanded attention. Maybe it was the fact that she hiked up her skirt a few extra inches giving her the “naughty schoolgirl look.” It could be her confident strut across the grounds of Hogwarts. Possibly even her impressive ability to satisfy anyone she set her sites on, leaving all options open.
Her favorite lap to keep warm has always been the Slytherin golden boy, Draco Malfoy. He definitely always left her satisfied. It absolutely amazed her the amount of foreplay the two of them could perform in open public, with no one noticing. Her favorite instance had been when he fingered her during meal time, making her come three times! Their combined talents often served to ease the boredom of the mundane daily activities at Hogwarts.
Another one of her favorite sexual escapades involved the former death eater, Severus Snape. After receiving a failing grade on her potions exam last year, she stayed behind to “discuss” her grade. When she had walked back to the Slytherin common room, she was seen licking her lips and satisfied with the “O” she had received.
Today, she set her sites on a new challenge, the boy who lived. Harry Potter exuded virginity. The thought of being the first to taste him, made her moist.
All day, Pansy stalked her prey. It amazed her how oblivious he was of the all the students that tried to flirt with him. Lavender Brown sensually licked an ice cream cone, the Weasley girl sat in such a way that Harry could look up her skirt if he even had a clue, and Colin Creevey just doted on him hand and foot. Pansy realized that she was going to have to be a bit more direct.
From all of her time with Malfoy, Pansy knew that after a game Harry was always the last to leave the locker room. After seeing all of the Slytherins and Gryffindors, with the exception of Harry, leave the locker room, Pansy seized her opportunity to enter. She disrobed, fluffed her hair, applied a fresh coat of blood red lipstick then swaggered into the shower room. “I like the way you handle your stick,” she declared as she walked up to scar head, admiring his firm arse and sultry shape. Harry jumped, startled at the unexpected visitor, “Pansy, you’re naked.” He was always quick on the uptake.
“Good eye, boy wonder. And lucky for you, I’m in a giving mood,” Pansy continued to strut over to the Gryffindor seeker, closing the gap between them.
“Pansy …. I …. you ….. I need to go,” Harry was desperately searching for his towel.
“Now Harry, if you go covering yourself up, how can I suck you?” she teased.
“Suck me? What?” Harry admonished.
“Yes Harry,” she was essentially second skin to him at this point, “I woke up this morning, and thought that it would be fun to pop your cherry.” “I know that we’ve never really talked before, but, hey, we’re seventh years, almost out of here, and I’ve noticed that your cock needs some attention.” She new it sounded like a bad line from a muggle porn movie, but he didn’t know any better. She had to save some tricks in case they ever had a go at it again.
Harry at this point was speechless. Every time Pansy spoke, the hairs on the back of his neck shivered. She was now kissing and licking his neck, as her hands began to study Harry’s lower body with her hand. Every single area that she breathed on, felt alive. Every area she kissed, begged for more. He was growing harder by the moment, to the point of being in pain. The fact that she hadn’t touched his cock yet was killing him. It was like she was intentionally touching everything around the area, but ignoring the one area that wanted to be buried inside her. “I … I want … I need … please let me be inside you, I can’t take it anymore,” He tried desperately to grab her hand and bring it to his longing area. “Please, Pansy … please touch me … I need this more than anything,” he put his hands on her shoulders and tried to push her into a kneeling position.
“Now Harry, we’re playing by my rules and I’m in charge,” Pansy was wet with power. His animal need to have her, to possess her, made her moist without a single finger going near her clit. “Lay down,” the Slytherin commanded.
Harry obeyed at once. Pansy grasped his cock, impressed with his size and width, “Very, very nice golden boy.” His cock was so responsive, so eager. She took it in her mouth, licking and lubricating it, preparing if for her. After providing his shaft with enough moisture, she straddled him, grabbed his cock once again, and inserted it into her dripping entrance. “Oh, fuck,” he exclaimed, as she began to ride him. Every sensation was so intense, he loved her walls clenching onto his cock. He loved the expression on her face as she began to play with her clit as she rode him. He loved hearing her moan, hearing himself moan. He loved her complete dominance, and his complete submission. Harry was impressed at her ability to use him to meet her needs. He loved how she was falling into a natural rhythm, speed intensifying. She was now almost parallel to him, her legs clenching his sides so tightly. He loved her scream, “Oh, fuckin’ yes, I’m gonna come.” That announcement, along with his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her cunt, pushed him over the edge. He filled her full of his warmth. She covered him with hers. She was barely finished when she jumped off him. She was not one of those girls who needed to cuddle after sex. “That was fun Pottey. See ya around.” She grabbed her robe, and strutted out of the locker room, “Definitely a decent lay.”
Author: Dracoluvah
Pairing: Pansy/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Warnings: male/female, oral sex, masturbation
Summary: Pansy’s on a mission … to deflower Harry
Disclaimer: Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall and pretty much anything else recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Maybe it’s the fact that I dyed my hair red, but I’m in a smutty mood. Not beta’d, but enjoy as is.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
There was definitely something about Pansy Parkinson that commanded attention. Maybe it was the fact that she hiked up her skirt a few extra inches giving her the “naughty schoolgirl look.” It could be her confident strut across the grounds of Hogwarts. Possibly even her impressive ability to satisfy anyone she set her sites on, leaving all options open.
Her favorite lap to keep warm has always been the Slytherin golden boy, Draco Malfoy. He definitely always left her satisfied. It absolutely amazed her the amount of foreplay the two of them could perform in open public, with no one noticing. Her favorite instance had been when he fingered her during meal time, making her come three times! Their combined talents often served to ease the boredom of the mundane daily activities at Hogwarts.
Another one of her favorite sexual escapades involved the former death eater, Severus Snape. After receiving a failing grade on her potions exam last year, she stayed behind to “discuss” her grade. When she had walked back to the Slytherin common room, she was seen licking her lips and satisfied with the “O” she had received.
Today, she set her sites on a new challenge, the boy who lived. Harry Potter exuded virginity. The thought of being the first to taste him, made her moist.
All day, Pansy stalked her prey. It amazed her how oblivious he was of the all the students that tried to flirt with him. Lavender Brown sensually licked an ice cream cone, the Weasley girl sat in such a way that Harry could look up her skirt if he even had a clue, and Colin Creevey just doted on him hand and foot. Pansy realized that she was going to have to be a bit more direct.
From all of her time with Malfoy, Pansy knew that after a game Harry was always the last to leave the locker room. After seeing all of the Slytherins and Gryffindors, with the exception of Harry, leave the locker room, Pansy seized her opportunity to enter. She disrobed, fluffed her hair, applied a fresh coat of blood red lipstick then swaggered into the shower room. “I like the way you handle your stick,” she declared as she walked up to scar head, admiring his firm arse and sultry shape. Harry jumped, startled at the unexpected visitor, “Pansy, you’re naked.” He was always quick on the uptake.
“Good eye, boy wonder. And lucky for you, I’m in a giving mood,” Pansy continued to strut over to the Gryffindor seeker, closing the gap between them.
“Pansy …. I …. you ….. I need to go,” Harry was desperately searching for his towel.
“Now Harry, if you go covering yourself up, how can I suck you?” she teased.
“Suck me? What?” Harry admonished.
“Yes Harry,” she was essentially second skin to him at this point, “I woke up this morning, and thought that it would be fun to pop your cherry.” “I know that we’ve never really talked before, but, hey, we’re seventh years, almost out of here, and I’ve noticed that your cock needs some attention.” She new it sounded like a bad line from a muggle porn movie, but he didn’t know any better. She had to save some tricks in case they ever had a go at it again.
Harry at this point was speechless. Every time Pansy spoke, the hairs on the back of his neck shivered. She was now kissing and licking his neck, as her hands began to study Harry’s lower body with her hand. Every single area that she breathed on, felt alive. Every area she kissed, begged for more. He was growing harder by the moment, to the point of being in pain. The fact that she hadn’t touched his cock yet was killing him. It was like she was intentionally touching everything around the area, but ignoring the one area that wanted to be buried inside her. “I … I want … I need … please let me be inside you, I can’t take it anymore,” He tried desperately to grab her hand and bring it to his longing area. “Please, Pansy … please touch me … I need this more than anything,” he put his hands on her shoulders and tried to push her into a kneeling position.
“Now Harry, we’re playing by my rules and I’m in charge,” Pansy was wet with power. His animal need to have her, to possess her, made her moist without a single finger going near her clit. “Lay down,” the Slytherin commanded.
Harry obeyed at once. Pansy grasped his cock, impressed with his size and width, “Very, very nice golden boy.” His cock was so responsive, so eager. She took it in her mouth, licking and lubricating it, preparing if for her. After providing his shaft with enough moisture, she straddled him, grabbed his cock once again, and inserted it into her dripping entrance. “Oh, fuck,” he exclaimed, as she began to ride him. Every sensation was so intense, he loved her walls clenching onto his cock. He loved the expression on her face as she began to play with her clit as she rode him. He loved hearing her moan, hearing himself moan. He loved her complete dominance, and his complete submission. Harry was impressed at her ability to use him to meet her needs. He loved how she was falling into a natural rhythm, speed intensifying. She was now almost parallel to him, her legs clenching his sides so tightly. He loved her scream, “Oh, fuckin’ yes, I’m gonna come.” That announcement, along with his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her cunt, pushed him over the edge. He filled her full of his warmth. She covered him with hers. She was barely finished when she jumped off him. She was not one of those girls who needed to cuddle after sex. “That was fun Pottey. See ya around.” She grabbed her robe, and strutted out of the locker room, “Definitely a decent lay.”