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White, Granger?
Title: White, Granger?
Author: RavenTiger (who also write under raven_tiger, Raven Tiger, and Morgan WhiteFang).
Pairing: Hermansy (Pansy/Hermione)
Rating: NC-17
Beta: MystressXOXO for the awesome SPaG betating. She is the best.
Length: 1,417 words.
Summary: Pansy and Hermione decide to take their relationship to the next level.
Warnings: F/F; light BDSM; D/s; femme/butch; androgenous!pansy; virgin!hermione; underage sex (they are both 17 in this fic); oral; hand-job; scissoring/tribadism.
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns. I make no money from writing this. I just own my dirty mind, and this smut bunny.
A.N: The girls are in an established, committed relationship. They are both 17, and in their last year of Hogwarts. I was thrilled to write a plotless smut bunny again. I haven't done that in a long time.
Prompt: From the livejournal community http://community.livejournal.com/speedpr0nz.html
It is a picture prompt. You can view the picture here:
http://i709.photobucket.com/albums/ww96/raven_tiger/Yuri%20Femmeslash/0008qgfz.jpg
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“Don’t be scared, Granger,” Pansy purred.
She drew me closer to her with her right arm while tilting my head upwards with her left hand.
“I’m not scared, nervous– yes, but scared– no.”
A small smile flashed quickly across her handsome, boyish face, and amusement sparkled in her dark green eyes. She cradled the back of my head as her other arm tightened around my waist. I yanked down on her Slytherin tie and kissed her. Her mouth felt nice against mine; her lips were lush. I gently teased her mouth with a soft kiss, feeling her deep groan of anticipation against my lips. She wanted it faster and rougher than I was giving her, but I was never one to rush things. I felt her long, thin fingers tighten their hold on my curls. It was almost to the point of pain.
I gently teased her lower lip with the tip of my tongue. A low growl ripped through Pansy, and it awakened a darker side of me: a more primal, sexual side of myself that I wasn’t aware of before. I opened my mouth against hers, and with a hungry moan, she kissed me deep and passionately. She wanted to remind me without words why I was hers. Both of us were gasping as our bodies started to respond. I subconsciously started to rub myself against her, and I hoped for some kind of release.
Without interrupting our kiss, she rammed me against one of the Room of Requirement’s walls. She let go of my hair and removed her arm from around my waist to pin both my arms above my head. I wrapped both my legs around her hips to continue my frantic rustlings. I felt her smirk against my lips as she started to ground herself into me. She was crushing her body into mine, and I enjoyed every second of being under her powerful but lithe, boyish frame. I softly moaned into her mouth, and again she grinned cockily.
Pansy set me back on my feet and lounged on the king-sized four-poster bed with the deep red pillows and the emerald comforter. She looked like a super sexy prince with her black angled boyish bob, the calculating panther eyes, and the way her cheekbones jutted out from her face in a masculine way. I swayed almost drunkenly on my feet and then wrenched my thighs together to keep the dampness between them from being discovered. A blush crept onto my cheeks, along with a silly grin. She just gave me one of her trademarked amused smirks.
“Aww, baby, I barely even touched you; do you want me to?”
Pansy’s voice sent shivers racing up and down my spine. I lowered my eyes and nibbled on my bottom lip nervously. I slowly nodded my head while my flush deepened.
“C’mon, baby, I want to hear you say it.”
“Y-yes. I want you, Pans.”
“To do what, ‘Mione?”
“I want you to-to-to touch me.”
Her grin turned devilish as she beckoned me to join her on the bed. My legs must have moved on their own wobbly accord because next thing I knew I was lying beside her. She straddled my hips and smiled down at me. She traced my jaw line with the tips of her fingers. I shivered as her feather-light touch moved down the side of my neck.
Pansy leaned forward and started to nibble gently on the side of my neck at first, and then she was biting down hard while leeching the skin. Her fingers were busy loosening my Gryffindor tie and sliding the buttons out of the holes of my blouse. She broke contact with my neck to pull my uniform blouse off. She expertly loosened her own tie and unbuttoned her own school shirt, throwing it to the side. Catching on to what she was doing, I quickly unclasped my bra as she did the same.
I licked my lips at the sight of her small, perky breasts topped with light brown nipples. I leaned forward and latched my mouth onto one of them. My tongue flicked it as I sucked; I allowed my teeth to graze the nipple slightly.
“Oh! You can bite me a lot harder than that.”
One of her hands grasped my left breast and squeezed hard. She pinched the nipple between two fingers while the other hand was going down the front of my plaid skirt. I gasped as her fingers started to rub my clit through the soaked, thin cotton of my panties. The material was both rough and soothing against that intimate nub of flesh. I bit down hard on her nipple while I started to claw desperately at her back. She let out a fierce, low moan and knocked me back down on my back. She forced me to relinquish her tit, which I did with a slight pout.
She slid both hands up my school skirt and yanked my panties down to my knees. She looked down at them and chuckled.
“White, Granger?”
“What? It’s a sensible colour,” I replied defensively.
She rolled her eyes.
“Take off your shoes, socks, and panties. Leave the tie and skirt, though.”
When I lay back down on the bed, it was to see her completely naked and with her tie in her hands. She straddled my hips again while wrapping her tie around my wrists knotting it together with a series of loops and yanks.
“Love, is that too tight?”
“No.”
She threaded the end of the tie around one of the thin, rounded slats of wood in the headboard of the bed. She made sure it stayed there with a series of knots. She smiled at her handiwork. Being vulnerable to her raw strength caused a buzz to start swimming through my muscles. I softly moaned. I started to rub my legs together, causing friction on my swollen nub.
She pulled my thighs apart. She tenderly trailed kisses from my forehead to the waistband of my skirt, while moving her body down my petite frame. I moaned in anticipation as she bunched the skirt above my hips, and her mouth hovered above my mound. She affixed her hot mouth on my aching clit and started to suck eagerly, swirling her tongue around and on that little button. I gasped at the strange but wonderful sensation it caused.
Pansy slowly inserted a finger into my slit, gently probing past my barrier, causing it to stretch a little. She searched my most intimate core to find the pulsing spot. I gave a loud moan when she hit it, and my hips jerked upwards.
She bit my hip as she trailed kisses up my body, and her thumb teased my clit by circling around but not quite hitting it. She moved that digit in and out of me slowly; every time she hit that one spot, she caused me to moan and jerk my hips slightly. She was slowly, causing me to moan and jerk my hips slightly every time she hit that one spot. Soon my hips were moving eagerly to take in more of her finger despite the discomfort, and we started to move faster. Her thumb was no longer teasing me, but rubbed vigorously, causing my head to thrash side to side on the pillow. She started to gyrate, with the rhythm of her hand, against one of my thighs. She was hitting her own nub against my skin there like sparking a flint.
She leaned forward to start kissing on one of my full breasts. She took the nipple into her mouth and suckled on it, her tongue and teeth working on it. Her teeth grasped on to the nipple and then allowed it to slide out from between them before she caught it again.
I felt my orgasm build up in me like a huge fireball. I tried to control it, but I couldn’t.
“Pansy!” I screamed as my liquid gushed out onto her hand. She gently removed her hand from my cunt.
“Mmm…’Mione,” she moaned while cleaning her fingers and hand of my honey. I tried to catch my breath as she untied my hands from the headboard.
“C’mere you…” Pansy said, pulling me to her and covering us with the comforter.
“What about you?” I asked sleepily.
“I’ll teach you later,” she said contently.
The End
Author: RavenTiger (who also write under raven_tiger, Raven Tiger, and Morgan WhiteFang).
Pairing: Hermansy (Pansy/Hermione)
Rating: NC-17
Beta: MystressXOXO for the awesome SPaG betating. She is the best.
Length: 1,417 words.
Summary: Pansy and Hermione decide to take their relationship to the next level.
Warnings: F/F; light BDSM; D/s; femme/butch; androgenous!pansy; virgin!hermione; underage sex (they are both 17 in this fic); oral; hand-job; scissoring/tribadism.
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns. I make no money from writing this. I just own my dirty mind, and this smut bunny.
A.N: The girls are in an established, committed relationship. They are both 17, and in their last year of Hogwarts. I was thrilled to write a plotless smut bunny again. I haven't done that in a long time.
Prompt: From the livejournal community http://community.livejournal.com/speedpr0nz.html
It is a picture prompt. You can view the picture here:
http://i709.photobucket.com/albums/ww96/raven_tiger/Yuri%20Femmeslash/0008qgfz.jpg
______________________________________________________________________
“Don’t be scared, Granger,” Pansy purred.
She drew me closer to her with her right arm while tilting my head upwards with her left hand.
“I’m not scared, nervous– yes, but scared– no.”
A small smile flashed quickly across her handsome, boyish face, and amusement sparkled in her dark green eyes. She cradled the back of my head as her other arm tightened around my waist. I yanked down on her Slytherin tie and kissed her. Her mouth felt nice against mine; her lips were lush. I gently teased her mouth with a soft kiss, feeling her deep groan of anticipation against my lips. She wanted it faster and rougher than I was giving her, but I was never one to rush things. I felt her long, thin fingers tighten their hold on my curls. It was almost to the point of pain.
I gently teased her lower lip with the tip of my tongue. A low growl ripped through Pansy, and it awakened a darker side of me: a more primal, sexual side of myself that I wasn’t aware of before. I opened my mouth against hers, and with a hungry moan, she kissed me deep and passionately. She wanted to remind me without words why I was hers. Both of us were gasping as our bodies started to respond. I subconsciously started to rub myself against her, and I hoped for some kind of release.
Without interrupting our kiss, she rammed me against one of the Room of Requirement’s walls. She let go of my hair and removed her arm from around my waist to pin both my arms above my head. I wrapped both my legs around her hips to continue my frantic rustlings. I felt her smirk against my lips as she started to ground herself into me. She was crushing her body into mine, and I enjoyed every second of being under her powerful but lithe, boyish frame. I softly moaned into her mouth, and again she grinned cockily.
Pansy set me back on my feet and lounged on the king-sized four-poster bed with the deep red pillows and the emerald comforter. She looked like a super sexy prince with her black angled boyish bob, the calculating panther eyes, and the way her cheekbones jutted out from her face in a masculine way. I swayed almost drunkenly on my feet and then wrenched my thighs together to keep the dampness between them from being discovered. A blush crept onto my cheeks, along with a silly grin. She just gave me one of her trademarked amused smirks.
“Aww, baby, I barely even touched you; do you want me to?”
Pansy’s voice sent shivers racing up and down my spine. I lowered my eyes and nibbled on my bottom lip nervously. I slowly nodded my head while my flush deepened.
“C’mon, baby, I want to hear you say it.”
“Y-yes. I want you, Pans.”
“To do what, ‘Mione?”
“I want you to-to-to touch me.”
Her grin turned devilish as she beckoned me to join her on the bed. My legs must have moved on their own wobbly accord because next thing I knew I was lying beside her. She straddled my hips and smiled down at me. She traced my jaw line with the tips of her fingers. I shivered as her feather-light touch moved down the side of my neck.
Pansy leaned forward and started to nibble gently on the side of my neck at first, and then she was biting down hard while leeching the skin. Her fingers were busy loosening my Gryffindor tie and sliding the buttons out of the holes of my blouse. She broke contact with my neck to pull my uniform blouse off. She expertly loosened her own tie and unbuttoned her own school shirt, throwing it to the side. Catching on to what she was doing, I quickly unclasped my bra as she did the same.
I licked my lips at the sight of her small, perky breasts topped with light brown nipples. I leaned forward and latched my mouth onto one of them. My tongue flicked it as I sucked; I allowed my teeth to graze the nipple slightly.
“Oh! You can bite me a lot harder than that.”
One of her hands grasped my left breast and squeezed hard. She pinched the nipple between two fingers while the other hand was going down the front of my plaid skirt. I gasped as her fingers started to rub my clit through the soaked, thin cotton of my panties. The material was both rough and soothing against that intimate nub of flesh. I bit down hard on her nipple while I started to claw desperately at her back. She let out a fierce, low moan and knocked me back down on my back. She forced me to relinquish her tit, which I did with a slight pout.
She slid both hands up my school skirt and yanked my panties down to my knees. She looked down at them and chuckled.
“White, Granger?”
“What? It’s a sensible colour,” I replied defensively.
She rolled her eyes.
“Take off your shoes, socks, and panties. Leave the tie and skirt, though.”
When I lay back down on the bed, it was to see her completely naked and with her tie in her hands. She straddled my hips again while wrapping her tie around my wrists knotting it together with a series of loops and yanks.
“Love, is that too tight?”
“No.”
She threaded the end of the tie around one of the thin, rounded slats of wood in the headboard of the bed. She made sure it stayed there with a series of knots. She smiled at her handiwork. Being vulnerable to her raw strength caused a buzz to start swimming through my muscles. I softly moaned. I started to rub my legs together, causing friction on my swollen nub.
She pulled my thighs apart. She tenderly trailed kisses from my forehead to the waistband of my skirt, while moving her body down my petite frame. I moaned in anticipation as she bunched the skirt above my hips, and her mouth hovered above my mound. She affixed her hot mouth on my aching clit and started to suck eagerly, swirling her tongue around and on that little button. I gasped at the strange but wonderful sensation it caused.
Pansy slowly inserted a finger into my slit, gently probing past my barrier, causing it to stretch a little. She searched my most intimate core to find the pulsing spot. I gave a loud moan when she hit it, and my hips jerked upwards.
She bit my hip as she trailed kisses up my body, and her thumb teased my clit by circling around but not quite hitting it. She moved that digit in and out of me slowly; every time she hit that one spot, she caused me to moan and jerk my hips slightly. She was slowly, causing me to moan and jerk my hips slightly every time she hit that one spot. Soon my hips were moving eagerly to take in more of her finger despite the discomfort, and we started to move faster. Her thumb was no longer teasing me, but rubbed vigorously, causing my head to thrash side to side on the pillow. She started to gyrate, with the rhythm of her hand, against one of my thighs. She was hitting her own nub against my skin there like sparking a flint.
She leaned forward to start kissing on one of my full breasts. She took the nipple into her mouth and suckled on it, her tongue and teeth working on it. Her teeth grasped on to the nipple and then allowed it to slide out from between them before she caught it again.
I felt my orgasm build up in me like a huge fireball. I tried to control it, but I couldn’t.
“Pansy!” I screamed as my liquid gushed out onto her hand. She gently removed her hand from my cunt.
“Mmm…’Mione,” she moaned while cleaning her fingers and hand of my honey. I tried to catch my breath as she untied my hands from the headboard.
“C’mere you…” Pansy said, pulling me to her and covering us with the comforter.
“What about you?” I asked sleepily.
“I’ll teach you later,” she said contently.