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lightofdaye) wrote2026-05-11 08:37 pm
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Drabble Series: Whipping Girl (Harry/Pansy)
Title: Whipping Girl
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Word Count: 5 x 100
Content: Infidelity, maledom, dubcon, bondage, blow job/facefuck, spanking, verbal abuse, rough 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: Harry is an entirely different person with Pansy.
A/n: Written for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
harry100 prompt "After dark". Went a little... dark, lol, heed those warnings.
In the light of day, Harry Potter was a respected Auror and family man, widely regarded for saving the world from Dark Wizards and all attempts at pinning controversy or scandal on him had failed for years.
Everyone knew he was a perfect hero, incorruptible and kind at all times.
After dark however, it was another matter entirely, Pansy Parkinson knew. In fact, Pansy was probably the only one in the world who knew, she thought. She’d considering asking Harry if his wife knew about their little arrangement.
She hadn’t though because Harry punished her badly enough as it was.
Two or three times a month, Pansy received a note with a time and location. She would go and Harry Potter was there and he fucked the loving shit of her, using and abusing her body anyway he wanted to, taking out every dark thought and impulse on her.
His moods varied, he could be rough or gentle but she was almost invariably tied up and there was always some kind of torture involved even if it was just taking her to the very edge of orgasm and keeping her there.
Pansy told no-one, not least because she loved it.
That night Pansy’s only clothes were stockings, the rest of the lacy lingerie she’d been wearing was scattered across the floor in tatters, as if in compensation her only binding was that her wrists were cuffed together at small of her back.
“That’s it,” Harry said, both of his hands were gripping her head hard and he was pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, “show me what a good cocksucker you are, you filthy slut.”
Pansy concentrated on not gagging but soon saliva was overflowing and running down her chin.
It matched the wetness between her legs.
Harry noticed. His hand still wrapped up in her hair, he dragged her off his cock and up on to her feet.
“What’s this?” Harry asked, one hand moving to her pussy, tracing her folds then pressing two fingertips to her clit. Pansy whimpered in delight. “Are you enjoying this?”
On the edge of climax, Pansy shook her head.
He seized her by the shoulders and turned her around roughly, propelling her forward to the bed. Without arm to break her fall, she toppled over, face down and arse up for his viewing pleasure.
Pansy held, still frozen in anticipation.
Just when she’d stopped expecting it, Harry’s spanked her arse with hard slap. Pansy's cry was muffled by the bedding and Harry chuckled. Probably at the hand print she could feel blooming red on her pale skin.
Then his hands were heavy on her shoulders holding her down prone and he plunged his cock into her, hard and fast.
“Fuck you, fuck you, you fucking deserve this don’t you? You evil bitch.”
Pansy’s scream could have been the confirmation he wanted.
In truth, Pansy didn’t know she deserved the punishment she took but she loved knowing the real Harry Potter.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Word Count: 5 x 100
Content: Infidelity, maledom, dubcon, bondage, blow job/facefuck, spanking, verbal abuse, rough 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: Harry is an entirely different person with Pansy.
A/n: Written for the
harry100 prompt "After dark". Went a little... dark, lol, heed those warnings.In the light of day, Harry Potter was a respected Auror and family man, widely regarded for saving the world from Dark Wizards and all attempts at pinning controversy or scandal on him had failed for years.
Everyone knew he was a perfect hero, incorruptible and kind at all times.
After dark however, it was another matter entirely, Pansy Parkinson knew. In fact, Pansy was probably the only one in the world who knew, she thought. She’d considering asking Harry if his wife knew about their little arrangement.
She hadn’t though because Harry punished her badly enough as it was.
Two or three times a month, Pansy received a note with a time and location. She would go and Harry Potter was there and he fucked the loving shit of her, using and abusing her body anyway he wanted to, taking out every dark thought and impulse on her.
His moods varied, he could be rough or gentle but she was almost invariably tied up and there was always some kind of torture involved even if it was just taking her to the very edge of orgasm and keeping her there.
Pansy told no-one, not least because she loved it.
That night Pansy’s only clothes were stockings, the rest of the lacy lingerie she’d been wearing was scattered across the floor in tatters, as if in compensation her only binding was that her wrists were cuffed together at small of her back.
“That’s it,” Harry said, both of his hands were gripping her head hard and he was pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, “show me what a good cocksucker you are, you filthy slut.”
Pansy concentrated on not gagging but soon saliva was overflowing and running down her chin.
It matched the wetness between her legs.
Harry noticed. His hand still wrapped up in her hair, he dragged her off his cock and up on to her feet.
“What’s this?” Harry asked, one hand moving to her pussy, tracing her folds then pressing two fingertips to her clit. Pansy whimpered in delight. “Are you enjoying this?”
On the edge of climax, Pansy shook her head.
He seized her by the shoulders and turned her around roughly, propelling her forward to the bed. Without arm to break her fall, she toppled over, face down and arse up for his viewing pleasure.
Pansy held, still frozen in anticipation.
Just when she’d stopped expecting it, Harry’s spanked her arse with hard slap. Pansy's cry was muffled by the bedding and Harry chuckled. Probably at the hand print she could feel blooming red on her pale skin.
Then his hands were heavy on her shoulders holding her down prone and he plunged his cock into her, hard and fast.
“Fuck you, fuck you, you fucking deserve this don’t you? You evil bitch.”
Pansy’s scream could have been the confirmation he wanted.
In truth, Pansy didn’t know she deserved the punishment she took but she loved knowing the real Harry Potter.