Drabble: Harry & Pansy At The Office
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lightofdayeI swear I'm going to have to write something that's not a quick drabble sooner or later. Right?
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Rating: NC-17
Length: 495 words
Warnings: workplace sex? That probably doesn't rate a warning...
Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_humpdrabbles based on this NSFW image and posted along with other dirtywronghot drabbles here, which are well worth a read.
One might have been forgiven for thinking that Pansy Parkinson had at least some class. She was after all the purest of pureblood and the bluest of blue blood on top of that. She'd long boasted of the high society she circulated in; the balls and the fetes and the champagne dinners.
Then Harry Potter had come in to his office to find her derobed and bent over his desk. She wasn't naked, that would have been too simple. Instead she was wearing the most incredible get up Harry had ever seen. Silk stockings encased the long smooth muscles of her legs, held up by a garter belt wrapped around her waist. Her panties were tiny and barely covered her crotch, separating her cheeks and emphasized the already impressive curve of her arse into an eye-popping swell of firm flesh.
Harry chuckled. Then he locked his office door.
"Is this your idea of a subtle hint?" He asked
"Did it work?" Pansy groaned.
He stepped up behind her and she twisted her head so she could see him out the corner of one round grey eye.
"And what is someone else had happened to visit my office before I got here?" Harry growled.
"Well, then they'd have got quite a show," Pansy said.
"So have you been a naughty girl?" he murmured, showing her his open hand hovering above her backside.
“Not yet” Pansy shot back.
His hand swooped down in a long lazy stroke and Pansy jerked and yelped in anticipation of a blow that didn’t connect. Harry smirked and then gently lowered his hand onto her arse. Squeezing it, the firm flesh resisting his grip, Pansy groaned and pushed back and the sound went right down Harry’s spine to his balls. He felt himself start to harden.
“Now what am I going to do with you?” He mused, running the first two fingers across her the flimsy fabric of her barely there knickers.
Pansy just rubbed herself against his hand some more and he felt a ridiculous amount of wetness seeping over his fingers.
“Gods, you’re really asking for it,” Harry moaned his other hand tearing at his belt buckle so he could shove down his trousers.
“What tipped you off?” Pansy said sarcastically.
“Shut up.” Harry groaned, pushing aside her knickers and lining him up with her entrance.
“Make me.”
He thrust forward into her. Her body tensed at the intrusion as Harry’s cock slipped deeply into her. He shoved forward until those magnificent cheeks were pressed against his hips, then ground down harder still, compressing her flesh until the desk groaned under the pressure. Pansy whimpered and shuddered; her squirming only encouraged Harry to pull back and do it again.
No, Harry thought, as he listened to Pansy’s breathless moans, to the slap of his flesh on her and to the creaking of the straining desk, Pansy had no class at all. That was what made fucking her so damn fun.
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Rating: NC-17
Length: 495 words
Warnings: workplace sex? That probably doesn't rate a warning...
Note: Written for
hp_humpdrabbles based on this NSFW image and posted along with other dirtywronghot drabbles here, which are well worth a read.One might have been forgiven for thinking that Pansy Parkinson had at least some class. She was after all the purest of pureblood and the bluest of blue blood on top of that. She'd long boasted of the high society she circulated in; the balls and the fetes and the champagne dinners.
Then Harry Potter had come in to his office to find her derobed and bent over his desk. She wasn't naked, that would have been too simple. Instead she was wearing the most incredible get up Harry had ever seen. Silk stockings encased the long smooth muscles of her legs, held up by a garter belt wrapped around her waist. Her panties were tiny and barely covered her crotch, separating her cheeks and emphasized the already impressive curve of her arse into an eye-popping swell of firm flesh.
Harry chuckled. Then he locked his office door.
"Is this your idea of a subtle hint?" He asked
"Did it work?" Pansy groaned.
He stepped up behind her and she twisted her head so she could see him out the corner of one round grey eye.
"And what is someone else had happened to visit my office before I got here?" Harry growled.
"Well, then they'd have got quite a show," Pansy said.
"So have you been a naughty girl?" he murmured, showing her his open hand hovering above her backside.
“Not yet” Pansy shot back.
His hand swooped down in a long lazy stroke and Pansy jerked and yelped in anticipation of a blow that didn’t connect. Harry smirked and then gently lowered his hand onto her arse. Squeezing it, the firm flesh resisting his grip, Pansy groaned and pushed back and the sound went right down Harry’s spine to his balls. He felt himself start to harden.
“Now what am I going to do with you?” He mused, running the first two fingers across her the flimsy fabric of her barely there knickers.
Pansy just rubbed herself against his hand some more and he felt a ridiculous amount of wetness seeping over his fingers.
“Gods, you’re really asking for it,” Harry moaned his other hand tearing at his belt buckle so he could shove down his trousers.
“What tipped you off?” Pansy said sarcastically.
“Shut up.” Harry groaned, pushing aside her knickers and lining him up with her entrance.
“Make me.”
He thrust forward into her. Her body tensed at the intrusion as Harry’s cock slipped deeply into her. He shoved forward until those magnificent cheeks were pressed against his hips, then ground down harder still, compressing her flesh until the desk groaned under the pressure. Pansy whimpered and shuddered; her squirming only encouraged Harry to pull back and do it again.
No, Harry thought, as he listened to Pansy’s breathless moans, to the slap of his flesh on her and to the creaking of the straining desk, Pansy had no class at all. That was what made fucking her so damn fun.
