Fic: Not Pity (Harry/Lavender)
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lightofdayeTitle: Not Pity
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Lavender Brown
Word Count: 1,126
Content: Explicit sexual content. Cunnilingus. Vaginal sex. Lavender has scars. Mild angst but mostly it's smut.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:At Parvati's wedding, Harry makes a special effort to seduce her maid of honour, Lavender Brown
A/n: Pairing and fic #13 for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rarepair_shorts' Rarepair Challenge. Getting to the point I'm falling back to Harry is a bicycle. ;). Sneaking this in at the very last second for the penultimate tuesday-monday week. Hope to get at least one more in before it closes a week tomorrow.
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In the hall below, the happy couple were still dancing, in the maid of honour’s room thing had been progressing much faster. Lavender Brown lay back on her bed, with her elaborate maid of honour robes hanging loose around her waist.
Harry Potter would normal have kissed his way down a woman’s neck to reach her breasts but Lavender wore a light gauzy shawl around her neck so moved down to play with her tits directly. Lavender was a busty woman and her breasts were more than a handful but Harry filled his hands anyway, squeezing and playing with the mounds before pushing them together into an immense cleavage to kiss and lick upon them, teasing her broad nipples into hard peaks.
Looking up, Harry see Lavender’s head, dark hair over the pillow, eyes half lidded, and one hand over her mouth to stifle, quite unnecessarily, the sounds coming out her mouth.
“You like this, Lavender?” Harry said huskily.
Lavender didn’t take her hand away from her mouth but she did nod repeatedly. Harry grinned at her.
“Good.” He said. “You’re so gorgeous, Lavender, I’ve got to eat you all up.”
Her eyes widened when she took his meaning and Harry gave her another grin, planting a few more kisses to her chest before lazily working his way down, over her stomach, as he descended, Lavenders squirmed and wriggled, one hand clamped tighter over her mouth but the other pushed down on the dress. As she lifted her hips, he slid the dress down and off her legs and threw it aside. Lavender made no complaint despite it being incredibly expensive.
Underneath she was wearing plain white knickers, darkened with wetness in one spot but otherwise plain and unadorned as if Lavender hadn’t been expecting anyone to see them.
Harry moaned slightly as he pulled them down and revealed what was beneath, Lavender’s brown skin darkened close to her pussy, the lips were as nearly black as her nipples. Lavender’s legs spread and between them the skin was light pink in a shocking contrast.
“Amazing,” he said reverently and fell to his knees between Lavender’s legs. Keeping his tongue soft, he ran it over her cunt in a long motion starting at the bottom and going up towards the hood of her clit. He smiled internally as he felt Lavender quiver. Harry repeated the motion a second and third time, enjoying the taste with each long lascivious lick he took of her.
Harry settled into things; zigging and zagging his tongue into her cunt to pry her opens so he could lick deeper, darting his tongue in and out of her; every know then he moved up to softly tease her clit a bit before doing down deep again.
Lavender squealed and moaned, the hand over her mouth no longer enough to stifle the sounds. Harry reached out the find her free hand and guide to his head enjoying the feeling of her clutching and pulling his hair. He hoisted on leg wider and hoisted over his shoulder to get a better angle.
Sensing she was getting close, Harry moved to finished her off; his mouth closed around her clit to suck at it where he sawed two finger inside the tips of them questing for her g-spot.
Harry felt her leg, hooked over his shoulder, quake, heard her cry out in stomach hollow moans and tasted a rush of wetness flood his mouth as Lavender came. She’d come pretty hard too if Harry was a judge, he thought with a surge of pride and pleasure.
While Lavender laying on the bed, breathing heavily and enjoying the rush, Harry casually stripped himself and moved onto the bed to lie beside her.
“I know what you’re doing,” Lavender said softly.
“I certainly hope you noticed what I was doing,” Harry said with a smile.
“Not that!” Lavender said.
“What then? Punch above my weight?”
“No.”
“Becoming the envy of everyone at the party?”
“Shut up,” Lavender frowned. “I got hurt fighting for you. You wouldn’t be doing this otherwise.”
Her hand lifted up and brushed the shawl which was the only thing she still wore. Harry hadn’t tried to take it off. He knew what was underneath, nasty white twisting scars on the crook of her neck, pale flesh livid against dark skin in quite the wrong way.
“Maybe,” Harry said softly, place a kiss on her forehead. “Or maybe it’s because you’re beautiful, brave, courageous woman-” he placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “And those are all traits I happen to find amazingly attractive.”
He kissed her softly on the lips and it went on and on. He took one of her hands in his and moved it downwards gently to it was on his cock, completely hard, a sign of interest he could hardly fake.
Harry had scars too. He also knew what it was like to feel like no one liked you or no one wanted you; no pity, but empathy. Every one was treating Lavender gently, holding back in case she wasn’t ready but she thought that meant no-one wanted her.
Lavender rolled back, one arm about his body to urge him on top of her, the other still on his cock, guiding him towards her entrance.
“Do you want this Lavender?” Harry said hoarsely. “Because I really do.”
“Yes,” Lavender said, then as Harry’s cock sank into her. “Oh yes!”
Harry groaned and bit back a swear word, Lavender was warm and wet, he slammed into harder than he thought, burying himself to the hilt almost in one stroke. Lavender squealed. Harry hadn’t been kidding, he wanted her badly, he wanted more than to thrust into mindlessly, hard and fast until he came.
He tried to restrain himself, to go softly and gently but Lavender’s legs wrapped around his waist, her arms at his back and neck, holding him close and urging him and as he pounded and thrust into her; liquid heat encasing and squeezing his cock each time he buried himself in her.
Lavender’s hand weren’t over her mouth now and her gasps and squeals and entreaties for more, echoed around the room, music to Harry’s ears as he came, his cock pulsed, spurting seemingly endlessly into Lavender’s body.
Harry returned to himself a little later, Lavender’s hands stroking through his hair, as his head resting against sweaty breasts.
“Convinced?” He said, sleepily.
“Maybe,” Lavender said, shyly or perhaps coyly. “Maybe we should go again? Just to be sure.”
“Gladly,” Harry said enthusiastically. “But give me like a few minutes to enjoy this first okay?”
Harry mostly definitely did not do pity fucks and he’d happily do this as long as he had to to prove it.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Lavender Brown
Word Count: 1,126
Content: Explicit sexual content. Cunnilingus. Vaginal sex. Lavender has scars. Mild angst but mostly it's smut.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:At Parvati's wedding, Harry makes a special effort to seduce her maid of honour, Lavender Brown
A/n: Pairing and fic #13 for
rarepair_shorts' Rarepair Challenge. Getting to the point I'm falling back to Harry is a bicycle. ;). Sneaking this in at the very last second for the penultimate tuesday-monday week. Hope to get at least one more in before it closes a week tomorrow. ----
In the hall below, the happy couple were still dancing, in the maid of honour’s room thing had been progressing much faster. Lavender Brown lay back on her bed, with her elaborate maid of honour robes hanging loose around her waist.
Harry Potter would normal have kissed his way down a woman’s neck to reach her breasts but Lavender wore a light gauzy shawl around her neck so moved down to play with her tits directly. Lavender was a busty woman and her breasts were more than a handful but Harry filled his hands anyway, squeezing and playing with the mounds before pushing them together into an immense cleavage to kiss and lick upon them, teasing her broad nipples into hard peaks.
Looking up, Harry see Lavender’s head, dark hair over the pillow, eyes half lidded, and one hand over her mouth to stifle, quite unnecessarily, the sounds coming out her mouth.
“You like this, Lavender?” Harry said huskily.
Lavender didn’t take her hand away from her mouth but she did nod repeatedly. Harry grinned at her.
“Good.” He said. “You’re so gorgeous, Lavender, I’ve got to eat you all up.”
Her eyes widened when she took his meaning and Harry gave her another grin, planting a few more kisses to her chest before lazily working his way down, over her stomach, as he descended, Lavenders squirmed and wriggled, one hand clamped tighter over her mouth but the other pushed down on the dress. As she lifted her hips, he slid the dress down and off her legs and threw it aside. Lavender made no complaint despite it being incredibly expensive.
Underneath she was wearing plain white knickers, darkened with wetness in one spot but otherwise plain and unadorned as if Lavender hadn’t been expecting anyone to see them.
Harry moaned slightly as he pulled them down and revealed what was beneath, Lavender’s brown skin darkened close to her pussy, the lips were as nearly black as her nipples. Lavender’s legs spread and between them the skin was light pink in a shocking contrast.
“Amazing,” he said reverently and fell to his knees between Lavender’s legs. Keeping his tongue soft, he ran it over her cunt in a long motion starting at the bottom and going up towards the hood of her clit. He smiled internally as he felt Lavender quiver. Harry repeated the motion a second and third time, enjoying the taste with each long lascivious lick he took of her.
Harry settled into things; zigging and zagging his tongue into her cunt to pry her opens so he could lick deeper, darting his tongue in and out of her; every know then he moved up to softly tease her clit a bit before doing down deep again.
Lavender squealed and moaned, the hand over her mouth no longer enough to stifle the sounds. Harry reached out the find her free hand and guide to his head enjoying the feeling of her clutching and pulling his hair. He hoisted on leg wider and hoisted over his shoulder to get a better angle.
Sensing she was getting close, Harry moved to finished her off; his mouth closed around her clit to suck at it where he sawed two finger inside the tips of them questing for her g-spot.
Harry felt her leg, hooked over his shoulder, quake, heard her cry out in stomach hollow moans and tasted a rush of wetness flood his mouth as Lavender came. She’d come pretty hard too if Harry was a judge, he thought with a surge of pride and pleasure.
While Lavender laying on the bed, breathing heavily and enjoying the rush, Harry casually stripped himself and moved onto the bed to lie beside her.
“I know what you’re doing,” Lavender said softly.
“I certainly hope you noticed what I was doing,” Harry said with a smile.
“Not that!” Lavender said.
“What then? Punch above my weight?”
“No.”
“Becoming the envy of everyone at the party?”
“Shut up,” Lavender frowned. “I got hurt fighting for you. You wouldn’t be doing this otherwise.”
Her hand lifted up and brushed the shawl which was the only thing she still wore. Harry hadn’t tried to take it off. He knew what was underneath, nasty white twisting scars on the crook of her neck, pale flesh livid against dark skin in quite the wrong way.
“Maybe,” Harry said softly, place a kiss on her forehead. “Or maybe it’s because you’re beautiful, brave, courageous woman-” he placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “And those are all traits I happen to find amazingly attractive.”
He kissed her softly on the lips and it went on and on. He took one of her hands in his and moved it downwards gently to it was on his cock, completely hard, a sign of interest he could hardly fake.
Harry had scars too. He also knew what it was like to feel like no one liked you or no one wanted you; no pity, but empathy. Every one was treating Lavender gently, holding back in case she wasn’t ready but she thought that meant no-one wanted her.
Lavender rolled back, one arm about his body to urge him on top of her, the other still on his cock, guiding him towards her entrance.
“Do you want this Lavender?” Harry said hoarsely. “Because I really do.”
“Yes,” Lavender said, then as Harry’s cock sank into her. “Oh yes!”
Harry groaned and bit back a swear word, Lavender was warm and wet, he slammed into harder than he thought, burying himself to the hilt almost in one stroke. Lavender squealed. Harry hadn’t been kidding, he wanted her badly, he wanted more than to thrust into mindlessly, hard and fast until he came.
He tried to restrain himself, to go softly and gently but Lavender’s legs wrapped around his waist, her arms at his back and neck, holding him close and urging him and as he pounded and thrust into her; liquid heat encasing and squeezing his cock each time he buried himself in her.
Lavender’s hand weren’t over her mouth now and her gasps and squeals and entreaties for more, echoed around the room, music to Harry’s ears as he came, his cock pulsed, spurting seemingly endlessly into Lavender’s body.
Harry returned to himself a little later, Lavender’s hands stroking through his hair, as his head resting against sweaty breasts.
“Convinced?” He said, sleepily.
“Maybe,” Lavender said, shyly or perhaps coyly. “Maybe we should go again? Just to be sure.”
“Gladly,” Harry said enthusiastically. “But give me like a few minutes to enjoy this first okay?”
Harry mostly definitely did not do pity fucks and he’d happily do this as long as he had to to prove it.
