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lightofdayeTitle: Floral Cover
Rating: NC17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Daphne Greengrass
Word Count: 5 x 100
Content: PWP, Established relationship, semi-public sex, workplace sex, vaginal 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: Daphne brings Harry a gift in his office.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
harry100's Prompt #513: "Bouquet". Tried to use both meanings.
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Harry Potter smiled in bemusement when Daphne Greengrass came into his office carrying a big bunch of flowers. He smiled even wider when she placed them on hos desk.
"These are for you," she said, her sea-green eyes flashing in amusement at his reaction.
"Isn't this supposed to be the other way around?" Harry said, smiling at his girlfriend.
"I'm not a believer in roles, Harry," Daphne said, sauntering around his desk, arranging the flowers in a conjured vase. "I'm seducing you."
"Well, consider me seduced," Harry replied, huskily, "When we get home…"
"Who said I was waiting that long?"
Daphne pressed close to Harry, her eyes agleam again. Her lips covered in a glossy pink sheen.
"Here?" Harry said.
"Obviously."
"We shouldn't," he said but his heart was racing.
He didn't resist as Daphne's hands combed through his hair, when she pushed her chest against his and kiss him.
Savouring the sweetness of her kiss, Harry's hands fell naturally to her waist, cupping her arse and holding her close.
"That's the idea," she murmured.
Harry as grinding himself against her in excitement now.
"Let's do this before I change my mind."
With a laugh, Daphne bent over his desk.
Harry's fingers fumbled in excitement as he gathered Daphne's robes up and over her hips. One hand held them up while the other pulled down her knickers and then freed his own cock.
He ran the tip of his cock over her slit and heard Daphne gasp and felt the wetness of her soak his rod. She was as wet as he'd ever known her.
In a smooth motion, Harry thrust into her, his cock sinking deep. Daphne's fingers clenched, clawing at the polished desk.
Harry worked his hips, his cock going in and coming out shining with her slickness.
Bent as she was over Harry's desk Daphne could only move a little, instead she squirmed and moaned and gasped encouragements as he fucked her, his hips working hard and fast, smacking against her arse.
Her long golden hair, usually held up neatly came use and swayed and swung with the motion of their bodies.
Hot pinpricks of sweat were beading over Harry's face. His balls tightened. He knew he wouldn't last long. He reached beneath Daphne's body to touch her clit and rubbed it feeling her wetness seep over his fingers.
She clenched tight around him as they came.
"That was amazing," Harry said, panting.
"Yes," said Daphne, "and now it's time for your eleven o'clock Auror Potter."
Harry started. He had a meeting in five minutes… in this very office.
Somehow, Daphne had her hair done up and clothes straightened down in the moments before the Minister arrived for their meeting.
Hermione swept into Harry's office exactly on time. Then she sniffed. Harry's stomach lurched but Hermione turned to the flowers.
"What a lovely bouquet!" she said.
Harry avoided Daphne's eyes.
The meeting continued; the floral scent masking the smell of sweat and sex Harry knew was there.
Rating: NC17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Daphne Greengrass
Word Count: 5 x 100
Content: PWP, Established relationship, semi-public sex, workplace sex, vaginal 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: Daphne brings Harry a gift in his office.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for
harry100's Prompt #513: "Bouquet". Tried to use both meanings.- - -
Harry Potter smiled in bemusement when Daphne Greengrass came into his office carrying a big bunch of flowers. He smiled even wider when she placed them on hos desk.
"These are for you," she said, her sea-green eyes flashing in amusement at his reaction.
"Isn't this supposed to be the other way around?" Harry said, smiling at his girlfriend.
"I'm not a believer in roles, Harry," Daphne said, sauntering around his desk, arranging the flowers in a conjured vase. "I'm seducing you."
"Well, consider me seduced," Harry replied, huskily, "When we get home…"
"Who said I was waiting that long?"
Daphne pressed close to Harry, her eyes agleam again. Her lips covered in a glossy pink sheen.
"Here?" Harry said.
"Obviously."
"We shouldn't," he said but his heart was racing.
He didn't resist as Daphne's hands combed through his hair, when she pushed her chest against his and kiss him.
Savouring the sweetness of her kiss, Harry's hands fell naturally to her waist, cupping her arse and holding her close.
"That's the idea," she murmured.
Harry as grinding himself against her in excitement now.
"Let's do this before I change my mind."
With a laugh, Daphne bent over his desk.
Harry's fingers fumbled in excitement as he gathered Daphne's robes up and over her hips. One hand held them up while the other pulled down her knickers and then freed his own cock.
He ran the tip of his cock over her slit and heard Daphne gasp and felt the wetness of her soak his rod. She was as wet as he'd ever known her.
In a smooth motion, Harry thrust into her, his cock sinking deep. Daphne's fingers clenched, clawing at the polished desk.
Harry worked his hips, his cock going in and coming out shining with her slickness.
Bent as she was over Harry's desk Daphne could only move a little, instead she squirmed and moaned and gasped encouragements as he fucked her, his hips working hard and fast, smacking against her arse.
Her long golden hair, usually held up neatly came use and swayed and swung with the motion of their bodies.
Hot pinpricks of sweat were beading over Harry's face. His balls tightened. He knew he wouldn't last long. He reached beneath Daphne's body to touch her clit and rubbed it feeling her wetness seep over his fingers.
She clenched tight around him as they came.
"That was amazing," Harry said, panting.
"Yes," said Daphne, "and now it's time for your eleven o'clock Auror Potter."
Harry started. He had a meeting in five minutes… in this very office.
Somehow, Daphne had her hair done up and clothes straightened down in the moments before the Minister arrived for their meeting.
Hermione swept into Harry's office exactly on time. Then she sniffed. Harry's stomach lurched but Hermione turned to the flowers.
"What a lovely bouquet!" she said.
Harry avoided Daphne's eyes.
The meeting continued; the floral scent masking the smell of sweat and sex Harry knew was there.
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Date: 2025-03-25 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-25 09:33 pm (UTC)Cheers for the comment! :)