Fic: Missing A Step (Harry/Parvati)
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lightofdayeTitle: Missing A Step
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:
Word Count: ~2,600
Content: PWP, casual sex, foreplay, blow job, cunnilingus, 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: A night out turns into a night in for Harry and Parvati, without the usual steps in between.
A/n: Written for GYWO days and posted for Harry's birthday! Thanks totorino10154 for the beta read and encouragement.
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Harry Potter hadn't expected or intended to end the night in Parvati Patil's flat. It wasn't like they'd been on a date or anything. It had been a work's night out. A monthly Ministry pub crawl, Harry had to show his face to show willing and team spirit whatever that was.
This time, Parvati had been there and they'd got to talking, partially just because she was a friendly face, and they hadn't stopped, even as the gathering passed through several bars and scattered into several smaller groups, leaving Harry and Parvati alone together.
Parvati didn't seem bothered by this, and instead leaning close to Harry to be heard, suggested it would be quieter and nicer at her house and did he want a cup of tea there.
So here he was, slightly hoarse from chatting and despite the tea rather light-headed. Harry glanced at his watch and pulled himself to his feet, mumbling about the time and making his excuses. Parvati followed him, cocking her head to the side with an air of amusement.
"You're going?" she said, taking a step toward him.
"Shouldn't I be?" Harry said, rooted to the spot as Parvati advanced upon him.
"Do you want to?" Parvati said her voice now low and soft but perfectly audible as she was so close.
Harry didn't reply. Parvati stepped even closer her hands reaching out towards him.
"No," Harry admitted.
Parvati's hands ran their way up Harry's chest and encircled his neck. She pressed close to him, her dark eyes smouldering as they locked on his. Harry felt a warmth flash through him. The tip of her nose move around and around his, jockeying for position. She pursed full lips, half a centimetre away.
"So then what are we going to do now?" she said, teasingly.
Harry kissed her, a soft brush of his lips over hers, a merest taste compared to what he wanted.
"Harry, what an idea!" Parvati gasped.
Harry kissed her again, his arms went around her middle, holding her close. Her mouth softly conforming to his as he leant in. The kiss ended but Harry didn't pull away. He felt Parvati's breath, sweet against his face.
"Well, I suppose I could go along with this," she said breathlessly.
Harry kissed her a third time and he didn't stop. They snogged passionately, sucking and teasing each others lips before, with a growl, Harry deepened the kisses. One hand remained on the small of her back, the other slid its way up the length of her back to support her head.
Parvati moaned into his mouth and relaxed, fully supported in his arms. Her hands combing desperately through Harry's hair, messing it up even more, even as his tongue darted into her mouth.
A long time later, her hands fell to his shoulders and they moved a little apart.
"Good?" Harry asked.
"Very good," Parvati said. "Good thing this isn't a date either."
"Oh?" Harry asked, blood was rushing downwards so his conversation was not at it's most lively.
"I wouldn't do this on a first date."
"Of course not," Harry said, "you wouldn't show someone your bedroom on the first date either I expect."
"Now you're getting the idea," Parvati said, taking his hand in hers and pulling him along to a door and leading him through it. There was a mirror inside, and a dresser, and a double bed.
It certainly wasn't a bedroom though.
Parvati stepped close to Harry again and ran her hands down his chest this time. They ended up plucking at the hem of Harry's shirt.
"You're overdressed," she said with a wink.
Harry laughed and started to unbutton his shirt, keeping his eyes on Parvati as he did so. Her hands went to her own top and just as Harry was done shrugging out of the garment, she lifted it up and over her head and threw it away all one fluid movement.
Parvati Patil was now standing in front of him topless. Harry stared at her.
"I'll take that noise as a compliment," she said.
Harry became aware he'd let out something halfway between a whimper and a moan. He buried his hands in her dark hair and kissed her deeply. Parvati pressed herself seamlessly to his chest, the warm skin to skin caused his heart to race.
Her arms went around his middle, stroking the planes of his back. They worked their way lower, as Harry's tongue explored her mouth.
Somewhere in the midst of it, they went from vertical to horizontal. Harry was vaguely aware of sticking an arm out to prop himself up as he came down atop of Parvati still locked in an embrace.
"This. Is. Amazing," Harry said between kisses.
Parvati's legs were spread and the bulging front of Harry's trousers was pressed between them. Harry ground down as Parvati lifted her hips into it but a frown still creased her pretty face and Harry stilled.
"That's not working too well," she said.
"Sorry, right, sorry," Harry stammered.
"No need to worry," Parvati said with a smile and another kiss, "we just need to change things up."
She flipped their positions. So, Harry was on his back and she was straddling him, breasts now hanging in front of Harry's awestruck face. There were nearly a handful in size and capped with very dark nipples that, Harry realised with a surge of pleasure, looked very hard at the moment.
Parvati kissed him, a light but lingering kiss. Then she moved downwards, kissing his neck and his collarbone. She trailed kisses down and around a nipple. When she reached his stomach, she stopped and looked up.
"Isn't this nice and relaxing?" she said.
"Relaxing isn't the word, I'd use." Harry said, whose trousers were really straining now, lifting his hips.
"Well, I see what you mean," Parvati responded. She lightly ran one hand up the length of his erection and smiled when it jerked under her touch. Her eyes were smouldering again.
She kissed her way down over his stomach, but she only kissed him a couple of times, and Harry gathered this was mainly for appearance’s sake and now she really wanted to let him loose.
Parvati's fingers worked deftly at the fastening of Harry's trousers, undoing his belt buckle before pulling the whole length of leather out and casting it away. She became more hurried as she tore at the button and pulled down the zipper and then tore the clothes off his lower body. Harry groaned and shifted his hips to try and ease the process.
Then, it felt all of a sudden to Harry, he was lying flat on his back on the bed, entirely naked, his aching erection pointing up at the ceiling.
Parvati's eyes glowed as she surveyed him and then she knelt on the carpet by the foot of the bed between Harry's legs.
"Nice," she murmured, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. Her grip was firm and there was still a decent amount of Harry's length above her hand. Harry realised he was holding his breath. Parvati's head moved in and she kissed the tip of his cock. He let the breath go as a long moan of contentment as Parvati wrapped her full lips around the head and sucked.
Harry's breathing went to the other extreme, quick and shallow: he gasped in time with Parvati's head moving up and down his cock, engulfing him in wet heat.
Moving almost of their own accord, Harry's hips worked upwards to meet Parvati. Her hand moved away from his shaft to press down on his hips, but she didn't need it any
more, with most of his cock now inside her mouth.
Parvati's free hand cupped and fondled Harry's balls.
"Oh," Harry moaned, "oh fuck that's… that's amaz- oh fuck. That's so good Parvati."
Parvati hummed in pleasure at the compliments, the down stroke of her head took her lips within a couple of inches of the base of his cock and the vibration shuddered directly through his shaft and into Harry. Harry's hand gently touched Parvati's face, his eyes met hers and he came with a shudder and a cry.
Parvati seemed to be expecting it because she gulped down his come with no complaint.
Harry pulled Parvati up and close to him, kissing her forehead, and her cheek before burying his head between her breasts.
"Huh, took you look enough," Parvati said with a laugh.
"I think I've shown considerable restraint," Harry said.
"You sure have," Parvati responded, grabbing his head and shoving it back towards her tits.
Harry went willingly of course, kissing the plane of her chest. Raising his hands, he cupped and squeezed her breasts, feeling their weight and firmness. Parvati moaned and her grasp on his head and shoulders tightened.
Parvati's nipples were dark and blunt and round. Harry wrapped his mouth around one, inhaling as much of her breast as possible and sucking. Parvati whimpered as Harry sucked. With the finger and thumb of his other hand he toyed with her other nipple.
Acting swiftly, Harry pivoted and pressed Parvati down on her back. Before she knew what was happening, she was lying supine on her bed and Harry's hands were on the waistline of her jeans, eagerly if not effectively attacking their fastenings.
"Shit," Parvati gasped, wriggling her hips. "Do it, do it, do it."
The jeans came free, with only a little tearing that Harry noticed, he pulled them down Parvati's legs and cast them away. Her knickers seem to have gone with them or vanished entirely because Harry realised he was crouching between Parvati's bare spread legs with nothing between him and her glistening pink pussy, edged with darker folds and topped with a stripe of black hair.
Awestruck, Harry sank to his knees and took a deep breath. He ran his hands up the insides of Parvati's legs. Parvati gasped again, her legs spread wider and her hips jerked up towards Harry's mouth.
Harry let out a growl and buried his face in Parvati's cunt. He gave it a long lick up from the bottom to the top. He delved with his tongue as deep it as it would go, scooping up wetness and savouring it.
Parvati cried out, her hands moving to Harry's hair again. Encouraged, Harry licked her again and again, moving his tongue quickly among her folds, the taste of her becoming stronger and stronger the more he lapped at it.
Harry could feel her trembling and shaking now. He moved his hands under her legs and pulled her closer, her thighs now wrapped around his head. His mouth moved upwards concentrating on swirling around her clit.
One of Harry's hands was on Parvati's hip, holding on for dear life but the other one was free and he put it to good use, one finger pushing into the depths of Parvati's pussy with hardly any resistance.
"Do it, do it, oh go on, just like that," Harry heard Parvati chant as if though from far away.
He pushed a second finger into her, both of them pushed and teased and twisted, stroking her insides and searching for a spot that would make her…
Parvati went quiet. Her grip tightened, her legs shook and pressed tight around Harry's head but only for a moment or two. Parvati exhaled a great breath and relaxed collapsing limply to her bed.
Harry looked up, his face sticky to see a smile plastered on her face, a sign of a job well done.
Harry surreptitiously wiped his face and then crawled up the bed to lay down alongside Parvati.
She gave him a tired smile and then rolled towards him throwing an arm over his chest and snuggling up to him, her head resting on his shoulder. Harry smiled. Once again there was a long stretch of smooth, soft and warm skin pressed against him and it was a very pleasant sensation.
Harry's eyes were half closed and he felt almost perfectly relaxed and at peace.
"That was great," Harry said after a while.
Technically, it wasn't a question.
Parvati made a pleased but non-verbal noise.
"You were great," Harry said a while later.
Parvati made an amused snort and looked up at him, shifting so she was more on top of him, the point of her chin now pressing into his chest.
"I was, wasn't it?" She teased. A few seconds of tension later she continued. "As were you of course, if the screaming for more didn't give it away."
Harry blushed a bit and looked away but was smiling all the same.
"So are you all tapped out?" Parvati said, shifting again and placing a kiss on the crook of Harry's neck. "Or do you want more?"
Her fingertips traced a line down his chest, while she placed more kisses on his chest and neck.
Harry turned his head back to hers and she kissed him even as her hand reached his cock. That was all it took; it was getting hard all over again.
Parvati kissed him deeply, her tongue invading his mouth. Harry moaned into it, his hands rising to hold her head even as she straddled him.
For long moments they pressed together, chest to chest again, kissing deeply until Parvati placed her hands on Harry's chest and pushed herself up. She was practically sitting on his cock now and reached between her legs to direct his cock at her pussy.
Harry knew he was staring, Parvati's light brown skin was gleaming in the low light, her inky dark hair hanging loose behind her. Her breasts moved with her heavy breathing.
Then she sank down onto his cock and Harry wasn't staring any more; his eyes were clenched tight, he took rapid deep breaths trying to calm himself even as cock was surrounded in the wettest, tightest heat of life.
After a moment, Harry forced his eyes open and saw his cock embedded to the hilt in Parvati. Her eyes were half-lidded and her mouth hung open in disbelief.
Automatically Harry reached for her. He could have held on to her legs or hips, or even grasped one of those glorious breasts instead he found one of her hands and took it gently, their fingers intertwining.
"You okay?" Harry murmured.
"Yeah," Parvati replied, then more confidently, "oh yeah."
Still holding Harry's hand Parvati started to move. Her hips rising and falling, slowly at first but increasing in energy until she was bouncing herself quickly up and down. Her hair and breasts swaying and bouncing with the movement.
Harry encouraged her, though words were failing him beyond as disjointed "yeses" and swear words.
Parvati's cunt clenched tight around him every time, she reached her lowest point and Harry moaned appreciatively, his cock growing harder, his balls tensing for release. Parvati's eyes were closed now, her motions as much back and forth as up and down.
Harry couldn't help but squirm underneath her, his hips surging upwards to meet her, Parvati let out a great gasp each time he did, so then leaning over him, her free hand digging into his chest, her stomach hollowing she, Harry was reasonably sure, came.
He didn't have time to second guess himself as buried inside her, he followed her, spurting come in a protracted and dizzyingly intense release.
They collapsed, holding each other and this time they didn't move or speak for a long time and just enjoyed the feeling.
Harry supposed in the morning, he'd ask her out on a date. He was more or less certain she'd say yes.
...Probably.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:
Word Count: ~2,600
Content: PWP, casual sex, foreplay, blow job, cunnilingus, 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: A night out turns into a night in for Harry and Parvati, without the usual steps in between.
A/n: Written for GYWO days and posted for Harry's birthday! Thanks to
torino10154 for the beta read and encouragement.- - -
Harry Potter hadn't expected or intended to end the night in Parvati Patil's flat. It wasn't like they'd been on a date or anything. It had been a work's night out. A monthly Ministry pub crawl, Harry had to show his face to show willing and team spirit whatever that was.
This time, Parvati had been there and they'd got to talking, partially just because she was a friendly face, and they hadn't stopped, even as the gathering passed through several bars and scattered into several smaller groups, leaving Harry and Parvati alone together.
Parvati didn't seem bothered by this, and instead leaning close to Harry to be heard, suggested it would be quieter and nicer at her house and did he want a cup of tea there.
So here he was, slightly hoarse from chatting and despite the tea rather light-headed. Harry glanced at his watch and pulled himself to his feet, mumbling about the time and making his excuses. Parvati followed him, cocking her head to the side with an air of amusement.
"You're going?" she said, taking a step toward him.
"Shouldn't I be?" Harry said, rooted to the spot as Parvati advanced upon him.
"Do you want to?" Parvati said her voice now low and soft but perfectly audible as she was so close.
Harry didn't reply. Parvati stepped even closer her hands reaching out towards him.
"No," Harry admitted.
Parvati's hands ran their way up Harry's chest and encircled his neck. She pressed close to him, her dark eyes smouldering as they locked on his. Harry felt a warmth flash through him. The tip of her nose move around and around his, jockeying for position. She pursed full lips, half a centimetre away.
"So then what are we going to do now?" she said, teasingly.
Harry kissed her, a soft brush of his lips over hers, a merest taste compared to what he wanted.
"Harry, what an idea!" Parvati gasped.
Harry kissed her again, his arms went around her middle, holding her close. Her mouth softly conforming to his as he leant in. The kiss ended but Harry didn't pull away. He felt Parvati's breath, sweet against his face.
"Well, I suppose I could go along with this," she said breathlessly.
Harry kissed her a third time and he didn't stop. They snogged passionately, sucking and teasing each others lips before, with a growl, Harry deepened the kisses. One hand remained on the small of her back, the other slid its way up the length of her back to support her head.
Parvati moaned into his mouth and relaxed, fully supported in his arms. Her hands combing desperately through Harry's hair, messing it up even more, even as his tongue darted into her mouth.
A long time later, her hands fell to his shoulders and they moved a little apart.
"Good?" Harry asked.
"Very good," Parvati said. "Good thing this isn't a date either."
"Oh?" Harry asked, blood was rushing downwards so his conversation was not at it's most lively.
"I wouldn't do this on a first date."
"Of course not," Harry said, "you wouldn't show someone your bedroom on the first date either I expect."
"Now you're getting the idea," Parvati said, taking his hand in hers and pulling him along to a door and leading him through it. There was a mirror inside, and a dresser, and a double bed.
It certainly wasn't a bedroom though.
Parvati stepped close to Harry again and ran her hands down his chest this time. They ended up plucking at the hem of Harry's shirt.
"You're overdressed," she said with a wink.
Harry laughed and started to unbutton his shirt, keeping his eyes on Parvati as he did so. Her hands went to her own top and just as Harry was done shrugging out of the garment, she lifted it up and over her head and threw it away all one fluid movement.
Parvati Patil was now standing in front of him topless. Harry stared at her.
"I'll take that noise as a compliment," she said.
Harry became aware he'd let out something halfway between a whimper and a moan. He buried his hands in her dark hair and kissed her deeply. Parvati pressed herself seamlessly to his chest, the warm skin to skin caused his heart to race.
Her arms went around his middle, stroking the planes of his back. They worked their way lower, as Harry's tongue explored her mouth.
Somewhere in the midst of it, they went from vertical to horizontal. Harry was vaguely aware of sticking an arm out to prop himself up as he came down atop of Parvati still locked in an embrace.
"This. Is. Amazing," Harry said between kisses.
Parvati's legs were spread and the bulging front of Harry's trousers was pressed between them. Harry ground down as Parvati lifted her hips into it but a frown still creased her pretty face and Harry stilled.
"That's not working too well," she said.
"Sorry, right, sorry," Harry stammered.
"No need to worry," Parvati said with a smile and another kiss, "we just need to change things up."
She flipped their positions. So, Harry was on his back and she was straddling him, breasts now hanging in front of Harry's awestruck face. There were nearly a handful in size and capped with very dark nipples that, Harry realised with a surge of pleasure, looked very hard at the moment.
Parvati kissed him, a light but lingering kiss. Then she moved downwards, kissing his neck and his collarbone. She trailed kisses down and around a nipple. When she reached his stomach, she stopped and looked up.
"Isn't this nice and relaxing?" she said.
"Relaxing isn't the word, I'd use." Harry said, whose trousers were really straining now, lifting his hips.
"Well, I see what you mean," Parvati responded. She lightly ran one hand up the length of his erection and smiled when it jerked under her touch. Her eyes were smouldering again.
She kissed her way down over his stomach, but she only kissed him a couple of times, and Harry gathered this was mainly for appearance’s sake and now she really wanted to let him loose.
Parvati's fingers worked deftly at the fastening of Harry's trousers, undoing his belt buckle before pulling the whole length of leather out and casting it away. She became more hurried as she tore at the button and pulled down the zipper and then tore the clothes off his lower body. Harry groaned and shifted his hips to try and ease the process.
Then, it felt all of a sudden to Harry, he was lying flat on his back on the bed, entirely naked, his aching erection pointing up at the ceiling.
Parvati's eyes glowed as she surveyed him and then she knelt on the carpet by the foot of the bed between Harry's legs.
"Nice," she murmured, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. Her grip was firm and there was still a decent amount of Harry's length above her hand. Harry realised he was holding his breath. Parvati's head moved in and she kissed the tip of his cock. He let the breath go as a long moan of contentment as Parvati wrapped her full lips around the head and sucked.
Harry's breathing went to the other extreme, quick and shallow: he gasped in time with Parvati's head moving up and down his cock, engulfing him in wet heat.
Moving almost of their own accord, Harry's hips worked upwards to meet Parvati. Her hand moved away from his shaft to press down on his hips, but she didn't need it any
more, with most of his cock now inside her mouth.
Parvati's free hand cupped and fondled Harry's balls.
"Oh," Harry moaned, "oh fuck that's… that's amaz- oh fuck. That's so good Parvati."
Parvati hummed in pleasure at the compliments, the down stroke of her head took her lips within a couple of inches of the base of his cock and the vibration shuddered directly through his shaft and into Harry. Harry's hand gently touched Parvati's face, his eyes met hers and he came with a shudder and a cry.
Parvati seemed to be expecting it because she gulped down his come with no complaint.
Harry pulled Parvati up and close to him, kissing her forehead, and her cheek before burying his head between her breasts.
"Huh, took you look enough," Parvati said with a laugh.
"I think I've shown considerable restraint," Harry said.
"You sure have," Parvati responded, grabbing his head and shoving it back towards her tits.
Harry went willingly of course, kissing the plane of her chest. Raising his hands, he cupped and squeezed her breasts, feeling their weight and firmness. Parvati moaned and her grasp on his head and shoulders tightened.
Parvati's nipples were dark and blunt and round. Harry wrapped his mouth around one, inhaling as much of her breast as possible and sucking. Parvati whimpered as Harry sucked. With the finger and thumb of his other hand he toyed with her other nipple.
Acting swiftly, Harry pivoted and pressed Parvati down on her back. Before she knew what was happening, she was lying supine on her bed and Harry's hands were on the waistline of her jeans, eagerly if not effectively attacking their fastenings.
"Shit," Parvati gasped, wriggling her hips. "Do it, do it, do it."
The jeans came free, with only a little tearing that Harry noticed, he pulled them down Parvati's legs and cast them away. Her knickers seem to have gone with them or vanished entirely because Harry realised he was crouching between Parvati's bare spread legs with nothing between him and her glistening pink pussy, edged with darker folds and topped with a stripe of black hair.
Awestruck, Harry sank to his knees and took a deep breath. He ran his hands up the insides of Parvati's legs. Parvati gasped again, her legs spread wider and her hips jerked up towards Harry's mouth.
Harry let out a growl and buried his face in Parvati's cunt. He gave it a long lick up from the bottom to the top. He delved with his tongue as deep it as it would go, scooping up wetness and savouring it.
Parvati cried out, her hands moving to Harry's hair again. Encouraged, Harry licked her again and again, moving his tongue quickly among her folds, the taste of her becoming stronger and stronger the more he lapped at it.
Harry could feel her trembling and shaking now. He moved his hands under her legs and pulled her closer, her thighs now wrapped around his head. His mouth moved upwards concentrating on swirling around her clit.
One of Harry's hands was on Parvati's hip, holding on for dear life but the other one was free and he put it to good use, one finger pushing into the depths of Parvati's pussy with hardly any resistance.
"Do it, do it, oh go on, just like that," Harry heard Parvati chant as if though from far away.
He pushed a second finger into her, both of them pushed and teased and twisted, stroking her insides and searching for a spot that would make her…
Parvati went quiet. Her grip tightened, her legs shook and pressed tight around Harry's head but only for a moment or two. Parvati exhaled a great breath and relaxed collapsing limply to her bed.
Harry looked up, his face sticky to see a smile plastered on her face, a sign of a job well done.
Harry surreptitiously wiped his face and then crawled up the bed to lay down alongside Parvati.
She gave him a tired smile and then rolled towards him throwing an arm over his chest and snuggling up to him, her head resting on his shoulder. Harry smiled. Once again there was a long stretch of smooth, soft and warm skin pressed against him and it was a very pleasant sensation.
Harry's eyes were half closed and he felt almost perfectly relaxed and at peace.
"That was great," Harry said after a while.
Technically, it wasn't a question.
Parvati made a pleased but non-verbal noise.
"You were great," Harry said a while later.
Parvati made an amused snort and looked up at him, shifting so she was more on top of him, the point of her chin now pressing into his chest.
"I was, wasn't it?" She teased. A few seconds of tension later she continued. "As were you of course, if the screaming for more didn't give it away."
Harry blushed a bit and looked away but was smiling all the same.
"So are you all tapped out?" Parvati said, shifting again and placing a kiss on the crook of Harry's neck. "Or do you want more?"
Her fingertips traced a line down his chest, while she placed more kisses on his chest and neck.
Harry turned his head back to hers and she kissed him even as her hand reached his cock. That was all it took; it was getting hard all over again.
Parvati kissed him deeply, her tongue invading his mouth. Harry moaned into it, his hands rising to hold her head even as she straddled him.
For long moments they pressed together, chest to chest again, kissing deeply until Parvati placed her hands on Harry's chest and pushed herself up. She was practically sitting on his cock now and reached between her legs to direct his cock at her pussy.
Harry knew he was staring, Parvati's light brown skin was gleaming in the low light, her inky dark hair hanging loose behind her. Her breasts moved with her heavy breathing.
Then she sank down onto his cock and Harry wasn't staring any more; his eyes were clenched tight, he took rapid deep breaths trying to calm himself even as cock was surrounded in the wettest, tightest heat of life.
After a moment, Harry forced his eyes open and saw his cock embedded to the hilt in Parvati. Her eyes were half-lidded and her mouth hung open in disbelief.
Automatically Harry reached for her. He could have held on to her legs or hips, or even grasped one of those glorious breasts instead he found one of her hands and took it gently, their fingers intertwining.
"You okay?" Harry murmured.
"Yeah," Parvati replied, then more confidently, "oh yeah."
Still holding Harry's hand Parvati started to move. Her hips rising and falling, slowly at first but increasing in energy until she was bouncing herself quickly up and down. Her hair and breasts swaying and bouncing with the movement.
Harry encouraged her, though words were failing him beyond as disjointed "yeses" and swear words.
Parvati's cunt clenched tight around him every time, she reached her lowest point and Harry moaned appreciatively, his cock growing harder, his balls tensing for release. Parvati's eyes were closed now, her motions as much back and forth as up and down.
Harry couldn't help but squirm underneath her, his hips surging upwards to meet her, Parvati let out a great gasp each time he did, so then leaning over him, her free hand digging into his chest, her stomach hollowing she, Harry was reasonably sure, came.
He didn't have time to second guess himself as buried inside her, he followed her, spurting come in a protracted and dizzyingly intense release.
They collapsed, holding each other and this time they didn't move or speak for a long time and just enjoyed the feeling.
Harry supposed in the morning, he'd ask her out on a date. He was more or less certain she'd say yes.
...Probably.
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