fic: Tit For Tat (Seamus/Pansy)
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lightofdayeTitle: Tit For Tat
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Seamus Finnigan/Pansy Parkinson
Word Count: ~1,100
Content: DubCon/coercion, Teenagers having sex (17-19 year olds), cunnilingus, spanking, anal sex, desk sex
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: During 7th Year Pansy Parkinson ruled the roost, during 8th year everything is reversed.
A/n: Torino suggested writing: "het anal, blow jobs, Cunnilingus, maybe spanking if you're feeling daring." but not the pairing or the darker elements that's on me. Check those warnings.
- - -
Seamus Finnigan's face burned with resentment and other emotions as he knelt between Head Girl Pansy Parkinson's legs. He could tell himself he was doing to get on her good side and get information for the DA but really, she was in a position of power in the new regime and he had do what she said.
Pansy's hands combed through his hair and then tightened and pull him closer, Seamus extended his tongue to lick her pussy. It wasn't something he'd ever thought about doing and her hands tugged him roughly into position as he clumsily lapped at folds.
"That's it," She said. "That's a good boy."
It didn't taste anything at first just a faint tang of sweat and salt on her skin but as her breathing deepened, wetness started to flow out of her, Seamus decided it tasted sweet at first but it left a sour after taste that grew and grew more powerful.
"That's it, that's it," Pansy repeated. "Such an eager boy. What a good obedient little slut you are."
Despite himself Seamus knew he was rock-hard in his own pants, even as Pansy grounded herself against his face, keeping him trapped as she rode him to climax.
-
A year later, the social order of Hogwarts had flipped upside down and eight year Pansy Parkinson approached Seamus Finnigan.
By the time, she'd talked herself quiet, Seamus was glowering at her. He seized her by one arm and propelled her into an empty classroom.
"What did you say to me?" Seamus growled.
"I said…" Pansy began.
"Don't repeat it." Seamus snapped. "Are you saying sorry because you, or you want to get back in the in crowd."
"Would you believe me if I said the former?"
"No."
"Then why would I?"
Seamus continue glowering at her and didn't answer.
"Look you want payback, I'm sure," Pansy continued. "and I'm sure we can come to some form of equitable arrangement."
She looked at him from under long dark, and presumably enchanted for effect, lashes and Seamus knew they were both thinking exactly the same thing. Pansy on her knees, with those full lips wrapped about his cock, sucking just as deep and for as long as he wanted.
"No," Seamus said.
"No?" Pansy asked.
"No," Seamus said. "Not that. Not yet anway. You want to be in my good books? You do what I said?"
Pansy stared at him for a while, grey eyes wide and misty and then she nodded jerkily.
"Bend over the desk then."
A pinkness rose in Pansy's cheeks and for a moment Seamus thought she wasn't going to obey. It was no skin off his nose if she baulked, he lied to himself, because there was tense excitement filling up his stomach now.
Then she turned around and bent over the teacher's desk.
"You're a bad girl," Seamus said, "and you do you know what happens to bad girls?"
"They-" Pansy said.
Seamus' hand moved in a quick arc and spanked her arse.
"That was rhetorical," he said.
Pansy didn't speak up again but spanked her arse all the same, slapping the other cheek. It was pleasant, his arm moving in a great arc and impacting her firm arse, feeling it moving under the impact even through her skirt and knickers.
"Ah. ah. ah." went Pansy, quietly gasping at each stroke of Seamus's hand.
"Are you enjoying this?" Seamus said.
"No!" pouted Pansy.
"I don't think you're taking it seriously enough," Seamus said and flipped up her skirt.
She wore green knickers underneath. Seamus chucked as he resumed spanking her. Pansy was panting now trying to mask her cries but he knew he was having and impact on her, the knickers were wadding up into her crack, and her pale round arse was turning redder with each stroke.
"You are enjoying it," Seamus said, plucking at the knickers. "These are soaking."
Pansy squeaked as he pulled them down and discarded them. Her arse was glowing and nice red now and between her legs the folds of her pussy glistened, temptingly. Seamus knew he slip into her nice and easily there. Too easily in fact, he was doing this for her pleasure after all.
"I think a different kind of punishment is in order." He said and he pulled out his wand.
Seamus muttered a spell, he'd learnt from a top-shelf magazine and Pansy whimpered as she felt it clean and lubricate her back passage. It was less for Pansy's comfort than a way to heighten her anticipation.
"What are...?" She said.
"The one other thing you didn't have me do last year," Seamus growled. "Hang on tight."
Seamus pressed the tip of his cock to the hole between her two red arsecheeks and then in a single plunge he buried himself in her arse. Pansy wailed and her grip on the edge of the desk was white-knuckled. Seamus bit the inside of his cheek so he wouldn't blow his top straight away.
Grabbing one of her shoulders with each hand for leverage Seamus started to thrust in long sure strokes. Pansy's arse was hot and tight and clenched like a vice so he had to use more and more force to keep going.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," wailed Pansy in time with the impacts of Seamus' hips on her arse, producing a smacking sound very nearly as loud as when he'd spanked her.
Pansy wriggled and squirmed but Seamus held her firmly in place.
"That's it, that's what I want," Seamus said hoarsely. "Good girl, what a good girl."
Pansy's wails abruptly died as she shuddered and gasped for deep soundless gulps of air.
Seamus increased his pace, his cock moving easily in her slackened hole. His balls tightened up and with a series of short sharp thrusts were he barely pulled out, he spilled himself, come spurting deep into Pansy's arse.
Panting, he draped himself over Pansy's back to rest and get his breath back, before he pulled his softening cock out of her and got up and tidied himself.
Pansy was slower to get to her feed and ran her hands down her body, smoothing down her clothes. Seamus felt a savage rush of pleasure to see her dishevelled clothes, tousled mess of hair and running make up.
I've ruined her! He thought with pride.
She was also shining with wetness down the insides of her thighs, Seamus noted.
"Is that… are we done?" Pansy said hoarsely.
Seamus reached out and pinched her nipple, which was standing out noticeably through bra and blouse.
"What do you think?" Seamus said, "do you want to be done?"
"No," Pansy said, blushing still pinker and not doing anything about his wandering hand.
"Good girl," Seamus said sardonically, already planning what to do to her next.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Seamus Finnigan/Pansy Parkinson
Word Count: ~1,100
Content: DubCon/coercion, Teenagers having sex (17-19 year olds), cunnilingus, spanking, anal sex, desk sex
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: During 7th Year Pansy Parkinson ruled the roost, during 8th year everything is reversed.
A/n: Torino suggested writing: "het anal, blow jobs, Cunnilingus, maybe spanking if you're feeling daring." but not the pairing or the darker elements that's on me. Check those warnings.
- - -
Seamus Finnigan's face burned with resentment and other emotions as he knelt between Head Girl Pansy Parkinson's legs. He could tell himself he was doing to get on her good side and get information for the DA but really, she was in a position of power in the new regime and he had do what she said.
Pansy's hands combed through his hair and then tightened and pull him closer, Seamus extended his tongue to lick her pussy. It wasn't something he'd ever thought about doing and her hands tugged him roughly into position as he clumsily lapped at folds.
"That's it," She said. "That's a good boy."
It didn't taste anything at first just a faint tang of sweat and salt on her skin but as her breathing deepened, wetness started to flow out of her, Seamus decided it tasted sweet at first but it left a sour after taste that grew and grew more powerful.
"That's it, that's it," Pansy repeated. "Such an eager boy. What a good obedient little slut you are."
Despite himself Seamus knew he was rock-hard in his own pants, even as Pansy grounded herself against his face, keeping him trapped as she rode him to climax.
-
A year later, the social order of Hogwarts had flipped upside down and eight year Pansy Parkinson approached Seamus Finnigan.
By the time, she'd talked herself quiet, Seamus was glowering at her. He seized her by one arm and propelled her into an empty classroom.
"What did you say to me?" Seamus growled.
"I said…" Pansy began.
"Don't repeat it." Seamus snapped. "Are you saying sorry because you, or you want to get back in the in crowd."
"Would you believe me if I said the former?"
"No."
"Then why would I?"
Seamus continue glowering at her and didn't answer.
"Look you want payback, I'm sure," Pansy continued. "and I'm sure we can come to some form of equitable arrangement."
She looked at him from under long dark, and presumably enchanted for effect, lashes and Seamus knew they were both thinking exactly the same thing. Pansy on her knees, with those full lips wrapped about his cock, sucking just as deep and for as long as he wanted.
"No," Seamus said.
"No?" Pansy asked.
"No," Seamus said. "Not that. Not yet anway. You want to be in my good books? You do what I said?"
Pansy stared at him for a while, grey eyes wide and misty and then she nodded jerkily.
"Bend over the desk then."
A pinkness rose in Pansy's cheeks and for a moment Seamus thought she wasn't going to obey. It was no skin off his nose if she baulked, he lied to himself, because there was tense excitement filling up his stomach now.
Then she turned around and bent over the teacher's desk.
"You're a bad girl," Seamus said, "and you do you know what happens to bad girls?"
"They-" Pansy said.
Seamus' hand moved in a quick arc and spanked her arse.
"That was rhetorical," he said.
Pansy didn't speak up again but spanked her arse all the same, slapping the other cheek. It was pleasant, his arm moving in a great arc and impacting her firm arse, feeling it moving under the impact even through her skirt and knickers.
"Ah. ah. ah." went Pansy, quietly gasping at each stroke of Seamus's hand.
"Are you enjoying this?" Seamus said.
"No!" pouted Pansy.
"I don't think you're taking it seriously enough," Seamus said and flipped up her skirt.
She wore green knickers underneath. Seamus chucked as he resumed spanking her. Pansy was panting now trying to mask her cries but he knew he was having and impact on her, the knickers were wadding up into her crack, and her pale round arse was turning redder with each stroke.
"You are enjoying it," Seamus said, plucking at the knickers. "These are soaking."
Pansy squeaked as he pulled them down and discarded them. Her arse was glowing and nice red now and between her legs the folds of her pussy glistened, temptingly. Seamus knew he slip into her nice and easily there. Too easily in fact, he was doing this for her pleasure after all.
"I think a different kind of punishment is in order." He said and he pulled out his wand.
Seamus muttered a spell, he'd learnt from a top-shelf magazine and Pansy whimpered as she felt it clean and lubricate her back passage. It was less for Pansy's comfort than a way to heighten her anticipation.
"What are...?" She said.
"The one other thing you didn't have me do last year," Seamus growled. "Hang on tight."
Seamus pressed the tip of his cock to the hole between her two red arsecheeks and then in a single plunge he buried himself in her arse. Pansy wailed and her grip on the edge of the desk was white-knuckled. Seamus bit the inside of his cheek so he wouldn't blow his top straight away.
Grabbing one of her shoulders with each hand for leverage Seamus started to thrust in long sure strokes. Pansy's arse was hot and tight and clenched like a vice so he had to use more and more force to keep going.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," wailed Pansy in time with the impacts of Seamus' hips on her arse, producing a smacking sound very nearly as loud as when he'd spanked her.
Pansy wriggled and squirmed but Seamus held her firmly in place.
"That's it, that's what I want," Seamus said hoarsely. "Good girl, what a good girl."
Pansy's wails abruptly died as she shuddered and gasped for deep soundless gulps of air.
Seamus increased his pace, his cock moving easily in her slackened hole. His balls tightened up and with a series of short sharp thrusts were he barely pulled out, he spilled himself, come spurting deep into Pansy's arse.
Panting, he draped himself over Pansy's back to rest and get his breath back, before he pulled his softening cock out of her and got up and tidied himself.
Pansy was slower to get to her feed and ran her hands down her body, smoothing down her clothes. Seamus felt a savage rush of pleasure to see her dishevelled clothes, tousled mess of hair and running make up.
I've ruined her! He thought with pride.
She was also shining with wetness down the insides of her thighs, Seamus noted.
"Is that… are we done?" Pansy said hoarsely.
Seamus reached out and pinched her nipple, which was standing out noticeably through bra and blouse.
"What do you think?" Seamus said, "do you want to be done?"
"No," Pansy said, blushing still pinker and not doing anything about his wandering hand.
"Good girl," Seamus said sardonically, already planning what to do to her next.
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