Fic: A Spot Of Tea (Harry/Pansy)
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lightofdayeTitle:A Spot Of Tea
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:
Word Count: 1,500
Content: PWP, Femdom, collaring, dirty talk, blowjob, anal play, pegging, handjob
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:Every friday night Harry is invited to Pansy's flat "for tea".
A/n: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hphet's 2022 Minifest. For maraudersaffair's prompt of Pegging! And Harry/Pansy.
Harry Potter had just finished putting sugar in his coffee in the ministry break room when a voice sounded in his ear.
“Would you like to come around to mine for a spot of tea?” Pansy Parkinson said in a light tone that would sound perfectly innocent to anyone else but to Harry’s long practised ear there was a slight suggestive lilt to her voice that made clear that tea was not really on the cards.
Harry took a sip of his drink before responding.
“I’d love to,” he said.
Pansy smiled and touched his arm, the sensation sent a jolt through Harry then she left leaving everyone else none the wiser what was happening.
-
Harry arrived at Pansy’s flat at half ten at night. She answered the door with her hair and make up immaculately done but in a dressing gown and ushered him inside into her living room. Pansy had in a fit of irony actually laid out a couple of cups of tea and they sat drinking them for a while. Pansy looking at him slyly over the top of her teacup.
“I have a present for you,” She said after they were down to the dregs of the tea and placed a small flat square box on the coffee table between them.
Harry pulled it towards him and took the lid off and blushed. Inside sitting on soft folds of purple tissue paper was a circlet of pink leather with a shiny silver buckle: a collar in fact.
“Do you like it?” Pansy said.
Harry could only nod. His mouth had gone very dry, his heart was racing and he was breathing heavily.
“Good,” Pansy said. “Strip then.”
Harry did so taking off his clothes and folding them neatly in a spare armchair before returning to his own seat, staring at the collar.
“Do you want me to put it on you?”
Harry nodded.
“Do you?”
“Yes, Pansy.” He said hoarsely.
Pansy smiled and crossed the room. She picked up the collar from the box and settled herself in his lap, the soft fleecy material of her dressing gown tickling at his legs and his cock, already half hard in excitement.
Harry’s heart raced and pulsed out of control as she wrapped the leather around his neck and it took him an effort to prevent hyperventilating as she buckled it securely to a perfect fit.
“There,” she said huskily into his ear. “You look very pretty now. You know what this means don’t you?”
“Yes, Pansy,” Harry said.
“It means you belong to me. It means you’re a little bitch, my little bitch.”
“Yes,” Harry said again.
“Say it.” Pansy said. “Or else.”
The threat sent a frisson of energy down Harry’s body, a nervous erotic charge that settled deep in him near the base of his cock. Out of all the women he knew that he could have been with, Pansy Parkinson was the only one he found believable as a domme, felt like she might really hurt him. She wouldn’t of course, but that didn’t stop his instinctive reaction to it.
“I belong to you, Mistress Pansy,” he said reverently.
She tucked one finger into a loop on the collar and pulled him towards her and kissed him. Her other hand held the back of his head firmly, keeping him in place.
Harry moaned, his mouth opened and Pansy’s tongue darted in. Her tongue played over his, batting it about as she controlled the speed and intensity of the kiss. Harry’s hips moved of their own accord. He squirmed his hips, rising upwards against Pansy in his lap, striving for contact and some friction on his aching cock.
“Some one’s eager,” Pansy said with an evil chuckle, breaking the kiss and grinding herself down on his erection. “Is that why you came here little Harry? Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes please, mistress,” Harry said.
“Well you can’t. Not unless I say so. No, tonight, I’m going to fuck you, little bitch.”
Harry’s eyes widened. His heart skipped a beat. She didn’t mean…
“Now go to my bed and sit down on the edge and lie back, Harry.” Pansy commanded.
Harry obeyed, it was a small flat and he knew his way around it. He sat on the edge of her bed and looked back towards to the door.
Pansy followed him and stood in the doorway, she let the fluffy dressing gown fall to the floor. She was wearing lingerie underneath. It was a mix of black panels and purple lace patterns. She wore a corset that lift and supported but didn’t cover her full breasts, black stockings held up by a garter belt and a black leather harness over her knickers that held a glossy purple dildo.
“I hope you like the look of this, bitch.” Pansy said with an evil grin. “I picked it out especially for you.”
“That’s huge,” Harry said.
“Yes, but I’m a kind mistress, so I’ll prepare you nicely before I use it.”
Pansy came over and pushed Harry back onto the bed and then seized his ankles, urging Harry to throw his legs wide and backwards, exposing his arse to her.
“Hold them there.” She commanded and Harry did so.
Harry moaned as Pansy wrapped one hand around his shaft and stroked it, his balls tensed and a surge of pre-come welled out of the tip.
“Don’t come yet, bitch, or I really will have to punish you.” Pansy said.
Harry whimpered and then moaned as Pansy wrapped her lips about the tip of his cock and sucked. He closed his eyes and she started to suck his cock deeply, her head bobbing up and down and quickly taking most of his length into her mouth. Her tongue laved attention on his shaft in a way that almost caught Harry’s entire attention.
Which he realised it was meant to, and almost because her other hand was pressed against her arse, her small slim fingers were covered with cool soothing lube and she worked them into his hole.
Harry moaned and panted and tried not to come as her fingers filled him up and her mouth wrapped around his cock and when he was on the edge of release it all stopped.
“There, all ready,” Pansy said. “Say ‘thank you, mistress’ and get on your hands and knees like a good bitch.”
“Thank you mistress,” Harry said rolling over and with a great effort hauling himself up on his hands and knees.
He waited for a second, he thought Pansy was trying to draw out the tension but then she grabbed him by the hip with one hand and he felt the tip of the dildo pushing to his arse.
“Oh fuck!” he cried out.
Pansy rocked her hips, pushing deeply into him in hard quick strokes. Harry’s head hang down his mouth open in a wide breathless ‘O’ of pleasure. Her hips smacked against her arse with each deep stroke.
He felt fuller then he’d could’ve imagined. The motion of the dildo, sent thrills of pleasure to him, his cock tense, jerking in time with Pansy’s thrusts as she fucked him deeply. No other word applied, he was being fucked.
“Do you like this, bitch?”
“Yes!” Harry cried, pushing back against Pansy’s thrusts. “I love you fucking me, mistress.”
“Damn right!”
Pansy’s free hand suddenly seized the back of Harry’s head and pushed it down flat to the bed. He whimpered, the change in angle finding an even more sensitive spot in his arse, what’s more he felt entirely under Pansy’s control again. Her hand moved from his hip to his cock, stroking him.
“That’s perfect,” She moaned. “You look perfect bent over for me. You love this don’t you? You’d like it if I fucked like this all night wouldn’t you? You’d like it if I threw you down in front of all my friends and let them all pound you, let them fill all your holes at once.”
Harry’s only response to this was to come all over Pansy’s jerking hand, but it didn’t matter, since she was coming too.
-
A couple of weeks later, Harry Potter had just finished putting sugar in his coffee in the ministry break room when a voice sounded in his ear.
“Would you like to come around to mine for a spot of tea?” Pansy Parkinson said in a light tone that would sound perfectly innocent to anyone else. “I thought I might invite Daphne and Tracey as well.”
Harry choked and spluttered on his drink.
“You were serious about that?” He whispered. “I mean you told them? About...”
Pansy smiled a wicked grin.
“Not yet, sweetie, but I could if you wanted.”
Harry had gone brick red, surely everyone had noticed but then blood was also rushing downwards at just the thought of Pansy’s suggestion so he already knew what his answer was going to be.
His Friday night had just got very full it seemed.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:
Word Count: 1,500
Content: PWP, Femdom, collaring, dirty talk, blowjob, anal play, pegging, handjob
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:Every friday night Harry is invited to Pansy's flat "for tea".
A/n: Written for
hphet's 2022 Minifest. For maraudersaffair's prompt of Pegging! And Harry/Pansy.Harry Potter had just finished putting sugar in his coffee in the ministry break room when a voice sounded in his ear.
“Would you like to come around to mine for a spot of tea?” Pansy Parkinson said in a light tone that would sound perfectly innocent to anyone else but to Harry’s long practised ear there was a slight suggestive lilt to her voice that made clear that tea was not really on the cards.
Harry took a sip of his drink before responding.
“I’d love to,” he said.
Pansy smiled and touched his arm, the sensation sent a jolt through Harry then she left leaving everyone else none the wiser what was happening.
-
Harry arrived at Pansy’s flat at half ten at night. She answered the door with her hair and make up immaculately done but in a dressing gown and ushered him inside into her living room. Pansy had in a fit of irony actually laid out a couple of cups of tea and they sat drinking them for a while. Pansy looking at him slyly over the top of her teacup.
“I have a present for you,” She said after they were down to the dregs of the tea and placed a small flat square box on the coffee table between them.
Harry pulled it towards him and took the lid off and blushed. Inside sitting on soft folds of purple tissue paper was a circlet of pink leather with a shiny silver buckle: a collar in fact.
“Do you like it?” Pansy said.
Harry could only nod. His mouth had gone very dry, his heart was racing and he was breathing heavily.
“Good,” Pansy said. “Strip then.”
Harry did so taking off his clothes and folding them neatly in a spare armchair before returning to his own seat, staring at the collar.
“Do you want me to put it on you?”
Harry nodded.
“Do you?”
“Yes, Pansy.” He said hoarsely.
Pansy smiled and crossed the room. She picked up the collar from the box and settled herself in his lap, the soft fleecy material of her dressing gown tickling at his legs and his cock, already half hard in excitement.
Harry’s heart raced and pulsed out of control as she wrapped the leather around his neck and it took him an effort to prevent hyperventilating as she buckled it securely to a perfect fit.
“There,” she said huskily into his ear. “You look very pretty now. You know what this means don’t you?”
“Yes, Pansy,” Harry said.
“It means you belong to me. It means you’re a little bitch, my little bitch.”
“Yes,” Harry said again.
“Say it.” Pansy said. “Or else.”
The threat sent a frisson of energy down Harry’s body, a nervous erotic charge that settled deep in him near the base of his cock. Out of all the women he knew that he could have been with, Pansy Parkinson was the only one he found believable as a domme, felt like she might really hurt him. She wouldn’t of course, but that didn’t stop his instinctive reaction to it.
“I belong to you, Mistress Pansy,” he said reverently.
She tucked one finger into a loop on the collar and pulled him towards her and kissed him. Her other hand held the back of his head firmly, keeping him in place.
Harry moaned, his mouth opened and Pansy’s tongue darted in. Her tongue played over his, batting it about as she controlled the speed and intensity of the kiss. Harry’s hips moved of their own accord. He squirmed his hips, rising upwards against Pansy in his lap, striving for contact and some friction on his aching cock.
“Some one’s eager,” Pansy said with an evil chuckle, breaking the kiss and grinding herself down on his erection. “Is that why you came here little Harry? Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes please, mistress,” Harry said.
“Well you can’t. Not unless I say so. No, tonight, I’m going to fuck you, little bitch.”
Harry’s eyes widened. His heart skipped a beat. She didn’t mean…
“Now go to my bed and sit down on the edge and lie back, Harry.” Pansy commanded.
Harry obeyed, it was a small flat and he knew his way around it. He sat on the edge of her bed and looked back towards to the door.
Pansy followed him and stood in the doorway, she let the fluffy dressing gown fall to the floor. She was wearing lingerie underneath. It was a mix of black panels and purple lace patterns. She wore a corset that lift and supported but didn’t cover her full breasts, black stockings held up by a garter belt and a black leather harness over her knickers that held a glossy purple dildo.
“I hope you like the look of this, bitch.” Pansy said with an evil grin. “I picked it out especially for you.”
“That’s huge,” Harry said.
“Yes, but I’m a kind mistress, so I’ll prepare you nicely before I use it.”
Pansy came over and pushed Harry back onto the bed and then seized his ankles, urging Harry to throw his legs wide and backwards, exposing his arse to her.
“Hold them there.” She commanded and Harry did so.
Harry moaned as Pansy wrapped one hand around his shaft and stroked it, his balls tensed and a surge of pre-come welled out of the tip.
“Don’t come yet, bitch, or I really will have to punish you.” Pansy said.
Harry whimpered and then moaned as Pansy wrapped her lips about the tip of his cock and sucked. He closed his eyes and she started to suck his cock deeply, her head bobbing up and down and quickly taking most of his length into her mouth. Her tongue laved attention on his shaft in a way that almost caught Harry’s entire attention.
Which he realised it was meant to, and almost because her other hand was pressed against her arse, her small slim fingers were covered with cool soothing lube and she worked them into his hole.
Harry moaned and panted and tried not to come as her fingers filled him up and her mouth wrapped around his cock and when he was on the edge of release it all stopped.
“There, all ready,” Pansy said. “Say ‘thank you, mistress’ and get on your hands and knees like a good bitch.”
“Thank you mistress,” Harry said rolling over and with a great effort hauling himself up on his hands and knees.
He waited for a second, he thought Pansy was trying to draw out the tension but then she grabbed him by the hip with one hand and he felt the tip of the dildo pushing to his arse.
“Oh fuck!” he cried out.
Pansy rocked her hips, pushing deeply into him in hard quick strokes. Harry’s head hang down his mouth open in a wide breathless ‘O’ of pleasure. Her hips smacked against her arse with each deep stroke.
He felt fuller then he’d could’ve imagined. The motion of the dildo, sent thrills of pleasure to him, his cock tense, jerking in time with Pansy’s thrusts as she fucked him deeply. No other word applied, he was being fucked.
“Do you like this, bitch?”
“Yes!” Harry cried, pushing back against Pansy’s thrusts. “I love you fucking me, mistress.”
“Damn right!”
Pansy’s free hand suddenly seized the back of Harry’s head and pushed it down flat to the bed. He whimpered, the change in angle finding an even more sensitive spot in his arse, what’s more he felt entirely under Pansy’s control again. Her hand moved from his hip to his cock, stroking him.
“That’s perfect,” She moaned. “You look perfect bent over for me. You love this don’t you? You’d like it if I fucked like this all night wouldn’t you? You’d like it if I threw you down in front of all my friends and let them all pound you, let them fill all your holes at once.”
Harry’s only response to this was to come all over Pansy’s jerking hand, but it didn’t matter, since she was coming too.
-
A couple of weeks later, Harry Potter had just finished putting sugar in his coffee in the ministry break room when a voice sounded in his ear.
“Would you like to come around to mine for a spot of tea?” Pansy Parkinson said in a light tone that would sound perfectly innocent to anyone else. “I thought I might invite Daphne and Tracey as well.”
Harry choked and spluttered on his drink.
“You were serious about that?” He whispered. “I mean you told them? About...”
Pansy smiled a wicked grin.
“Not yet, sweetie, but I could if you wanted.”
Harry had gone brick red, surely everyone had noticed but then blood was also rushing downwards at just the thought of Pansy’s suggestion so he already knew what his answer was going to be.
His Friday night had just got very full it seemed.
