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lightofdayeTitle: A Very Important VIP Person
Word Count: 20 x 100
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Lavender Brown, Harry Potter/Parvati Patil
Content: PWP, a little crack-y, casual sex, massage parlour, happy ending, blowjob, vaginal sex, cowgirl, shower sex, wall 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: Lavender and Parvati have opened a massage parlour and invite Harry over to try their VIP package.
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harry100's Prompt #545: "VIP". I feel I'm stretching the spirit of drabbling here but stil, enjoy, lol.
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The witch of the front desk of the parlour did not look happy when Harry Potter walked in.
“Sorry sir,” She said, not sounding it, “we’re just about to close.”
“Oh! Ah… really?” said Harry, fumbling with his watch. “This is when Par- Ms Patil said to turn up?”
The sectary looked up sharply. Her eyes flickered up towards his forehead before veering away. Harry got the sudden impression that she’d been given very clear instructions about him.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her tone entirely changed. “Go on through, we’re always open to VIP clients such as yourself, Mr Potter.”
Harry followed the directions he was given and entered the parlour.
“Hi Harry!” said a cheerful voice. “Glad you found the place.”
Lavender Brown smiled and waved at him, she was wearing loose trousers, and a thin strappy top that clung to her curves. Harry found himself starring for second before replying.
“I did. Thanks for seeing me,” He said.
“The pleasure is ours,” Lavender said and Harry thought he caught a glamour of amusement in her blue eyes, “I’ll be behind the screen, you get you kit off and get on the table.”
“My kit... off?” Harry said, blushing.
There was definitely a twinkle in Lavender’s eyes now.
“Our VIPs get the full treatment, oil and all. It gets a bit messy, so it’s best you take everything off so the clothes don’t get damaged.”
“Right,” said Harry, still awkward.
“You cover up the middle with a towel. All very respectable,” Lavender said.
“Right,” Harry repeated. “Obviously.”
Lavender just smiled again and retreated behind a screen, as Harry stripped naked and lay face down on the massage table, covering his bum with the promised towel.
“Perfect,” said Lavender, approvingly.
Harry felt a different kind of flush pass through him.
Lavender hummed as she placed her hands on Harry’s shoulders. He was tense, even more so than usual, as he’d never had a massage before, but her touch was somehow both firm and gentle and she rubbed out the tension before tracing the lines of his back.
She stopped for a moment and Harry let out a noise.
“Just getting the oil,” she said and Harry felt the liquid coat his shoulder and then Lavender’s hands where back, spreading it this way and that, easing him into the new sensation.
Harry moaned again and relaxed completely under her brilliant hands.
As Lavender worked, Harry was becoming increasingly aware that there was one part of him that was not relaxed at all. He tried to push the feeling away, it was just a long time since he’d had a beautiful woman this close to him, let alone with her hands on him.
It was becoming a real problem as Lavender’s hands ran over his legs and high up his thighs.
Then her hands were on the small of his back, going down, the towel shifted down. Lavender hadn’t noticed and her hands squeezed his arse directly.
Harry was suddenly completely hard.
“Roll over, Harry,” Lavender said and Harry had surely imagined the note of huskiness in her voice.
“What?” he squeaked.
“It’s an all-over massage, roll over so I can do the front.”
“Um.”
“Come on, I’ve not got all night, even for a VIP” Lavender said firmly.
Harry obeyed. Lavender smiled down at him. There were spots of pink on her face, but otherwise she seemed calm and ignored his erection that was practically tenting up the towel.
She returned her hands to him, rubbing oil onto his chest but then she said:
“How do you feel about Happy endings?”
Harry flushed, and vulnerable and exposed, answered without thinking about the situation or the euphemism.
“I’m in favour of them,” he said.
“Excellent,” Lavender said and there was no mistaking the arousal in her voice this time.
She returned to rubbing his chest but now her hands ventured lower and lower, the towel was pushed aside half by her and half by his surging cock.
Harry moaned as Lavender wrapped a hand about his shaft and slowly stroked it up and down, Lavender smiled at sight of his foreskin moved smoothly down his cock’s head.
She quickly increased the pace.
Still working Harry’s cock, Lavender shifted position so she was at the end of the table. Harry looked down the length of it, his breath caught his chest at the sight of Lavender’s heart-shaped face, framed by her long blonde hair, between his legs as he realised what she was going to do.
Lavender wrapped her lips about Harry’s cock and sucked. His cock now surrounded in soft wet heat, Harry could only forced himself to breath but all that came was a whimper as Lavender’s head bobbed up and down taking more and more of him into her mouth.
Harry gripped the edges of the table with a white-knuckle grip, trying to control himself as Lavender sucked him off. He couldn’t stop his hips surging upwards though each time her head descended trying to get just a bit more sensation.
Lavender slowed down and Harry’s cock popped free of her mouth.
“Don’t finish just yet”, she said, “I’ve got a lot more planned.”
“Right,” Harry said, staring as she crawled onto the table on top of him. Her trousers had mysteriously vanished at some point of the proceedings.
Chest to chest with him, Lavender sank down onto his cock.
Lavender rolled her hips back and worth, working her pussy up and down the cock embedded inside of her. If Harry had thought she wasn’t enjoying herself the gasps and moans she let out convinced him otherwise.
She was flat to his chest, her forehead pressed to his and she rode him. Harry realised there was nothing between him and her breasts but the thin material of her strappy top that was somehow still there.
For the first time he took an active role, stroking the planes of Lavender’s back and then gently urging her to sit upright upon him.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Harry growled hoarsely as Lavender rode him. Her thin top was now smeared with massage oil and was translucent but Harry pushed it up all the same. Lavender’s breasts spilled free, round and capped with hard pink nipples, they bounced hypnotically with her movements.
Harry was captivated by the sight, his hands were on her hips now helping her as her hips rose and fell impaling her on his erection each time. One of her hands were gripped tight around his forearm the other on his chest.
She went faster and faster and moaned louder and louder.
Harry’s balls tightened and this time he realised there was no stopping himself from coming. He tried to gasp a warning and his hands rose to cup and squeeze Lavender’s breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples, he hoped this was enough to set her off.
Lavender moaned and collapsed over him shaking, just as Harry himself came into her clenching pussy.
“Wow,” he said, panting. “that was…”
“What the hell is this?!” shouted a new voice.
Harry jerked, his head whipping around to see that the door to the parlour was open and Parvati Patil was staring at them furiously.
“Parvati, I…” Harry said but she held up a finger, which was good because he had no idea what to say.
“You!” she said, now pointing at Lavender. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Harry got here a little early,” she said. “One thing led to another and…”
“Bullshit, you knew I wanted to do this together!” Parvati snapped.
Harry’s jaw dropped.
“Alright, I just couldn’t resist, okay?” Lavender said. “Look it’s fine, okay?”
“How is it ‘fine’?”
“Well… “-Lavender got off Harry and gave him a sidelong look- “Harry’s all messy, so why don’t you show him the showers?”
Harry quickly got to his feet and at the prompting of a little push from Lavender followed Parvati out the door and into a small shower room. He got in it and was only a little surprised that Parvati followed him, discarding a similar outfit to what Lavender had worn.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered to herself as she switched it on. “that… witch.”
Harry said nothing as she fixed the temperature and then started scrubbing him down with a soft sponge, the oil and sweat swirling down the drain.
She was almost done when he cupped her face and kissed her.
Parvati murmured into Harry’s mouth as he kissed her, her mouth remained slightly open and her dark eyes were wide when they parted.
“Parvati,” he said. “I guess you don’t want to miss out on the happy endings?”
“Well…” she blushed looking away, then met his eyes. “No, I don’t.”
They kissed again. Harry sucked her soft lips and teased her with the tip of his tongue as her arms went around his neck and held him close.
He pressed up against the tiles of the still running and steamy shower stall.
His erection was back and harder than ever.
Harry withdrew enough to gaze at Parvati’s naked body; her smooth brown skin, inky black hair and firm breasts. They were perfectly sized and irresistible, he couldn’t help ducking down and sucking them, each in turn. They were sensitive, needing hardly a touch of his tongue to harden her dark nipples completely.
Parvati was whimpering at the attention and running her hands through his wet hair before she pulled him up and close to her again, kissing him eagerly and needily.
“I really need you,” she said between kisses. “No more foreplay.”
Harry had no problem at all with that.
Parvati leant her back flat against the tiles, her legs spread wide. She was panting and looked a little nervous. Harry guided one her hands to his erection with a grin and after a moment’s stroking, they put the tip of him at her entrance.
With a great effort, he went slowly but he needn’t have. Parvati was tighter and hot than Lavender had been but somehow even wetter and he slid deep into her.
Parvati moaned and her arms tightened around his neck as he started to thrust his cock in and out of her in long slow strokes.
Fucking Parvati up against a wall was even more amazing than Harry had ever imagined. Yet it still wasn’t perfect, the heights and angles just didn’t quite line up. Letting Parvati continue to hold him around the neck, Harry’s hands found and fondled Parvati’s legs.
She seemed to get the idea immediately, lifting one leg then the other off the ground. Harry grunted, widening his legs and holding her by the bum, suddenly supporting much more of her weight directly.
It was worth it though, he was now, sliding in and out of Parvati easily and at the perfect angle.
He was holding Parvati up now, she’d given herself to him entirely, all limbs wrapped tightly around him and squeezing tight to urge him on and he thrust into deep and fast.
Harry buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking it.
“Yes! Yes!” Parvati cried clenching around him.
Harry hoped she’d came because he was rapidly working towards his own climax.
“I knew it, I knew this would be fantastic,” Parvati said vaguely and almost deliriously.
It was nice to hear you were appreciated Harry thought, as she came again and maybe a third time along with him.
Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown were all smiles when they showed Harry out of their Parlour. They were both freshly showered and dressed in soft looking purple bathrobes.
Harry, redressed in work clothes, was a little bit envious.
“No, no,” Lavender was saying. “You’re a VIP, you don’t pay.”
“I’m not…” Harry said.
“You don’t pay for that,” Parvati said, “What kind of girls do you take us for?”
He went home and by the time he got there, he realised that his lower back was aching from holding up Parvati’s weight.
He smiled. What he needed was another massage...
Word Count: 20 x 100
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Lavender Brown, Harry Potter/Parvati Patil
Content: PWP, a little crack-y, casual sex, massage parlour, happy ending, blowjob, vaginal sex, cowgirl, shower sex, wall 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: Lavender and Parvati have opened a massage parlour and invite Harry over to try their VIP package.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for
harry100's Prompt #545: "VIP". I feel I'm stretching the spirit of drabbling here but stil, enjoy, lol. - - -
The witch of the front desk of the parlour did not look happy when Harry Potter walked in.
“Sorry sir,” She said, not sounding it, “we’re just about to close.”
“Oh! Ah… really?” said Harry, fumbling with his watch. “This is when Par- Ms Patil said to turn up?”
The sectary looked up sharply. Her eyes flickered up towards his forehead before veering away. Harry got the sudden impression that she’d been given very clear instructions about him.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her tone entirely changed. “Go on through, we’re always open to VIP clients such as yourself, Mr Potter.”
Harry followed the directions he was given and entered the parlour.
“Hi Harry!” said a cheerful voice. “Glad you found the place.”
Lavender Brown smiled and waved at him, she was wearing loose trousers, and a thin strappy top that clung to her curves. Harry found himself starring for second before replying.
“I did. Thanks for seeing me,” He said.
“The pleasure is ours,” Lavender said and Harry thought he caught a glamour of amusement in her blue eyes, “I’ll be behind the screen, you get you kit off and get on the table.”
“My kit... off?” Harry said, blushing.
There was definitely a twinkle in Lavender’s eyes now.
“Our VIPs get the full treatment, oil and all. It gets a bit messy, so it’s best you take everything off so the clothes don’t get damaged.”
“Right,” said Harry, still awkward.
“You cover up the middle with a towel. All very respectable,” Lavender said.
“Right,” Harry repeated. “Obviously.”
Lavender just smiled again and retreated behind a screen, as Harry stripped naked and lay face down on the massage table, covering his bum with the promised towel.
“Perfect,” said Lavender, approvingly.
Harry felt a different kind of flush pass through him.
Lavender hummed as she placed her hands on Harry’s shoulders. He was tense, even more so than usual, as he’d never had a massage before, but her touch was somehow both firm and gentle and she rubbed out the tension before tracing the lines of his back.
She stopped for a moment and Harry let out a noise.
“Just getting the oil,” she said and Harry felt the liquid coat his shoulder and then Lavender’s hands where back, spreading it this way and that, easing him into the new sensation.
Harry moaned again and relaxed completely under her brilliant hands.
As Lavender worked, Harry was becoming increasingly aware that there was one part of him that was not relaxed at all. He tried to push the feeling away, it was just a long time since he’d had a beautiful woman this close to him, let alone with her hands on him.
It was becoming a real problem as Lavender’s hands ran over his legs and high up his thighs.
Then her hands were on the small of his back, going down, the towel shifted down. Lavender hadn’t noticed and her hands squeezed his arse directly.
Harry was suddenly completely hard.
“Roll over, Harry,” Lavender said and Harry had surely imagined the note of huskiness in her voice.
“What?” he squeaked.
“It’s an all-over massage, roll over so I can do the front.”
“Um.”
“Come on, I’ve not got all night, even for a VIP” Lavender said firmly.
Harry obeyed. Lavender smiled down at him. There were spots of pink on her face, but otherwise she seemed calm and ignored his erection that was practically tenting up the towel.
She returned her hands to him, rubbing oil onto his chest but then she said:
“How do you feel about Happy endings?”
Harry flushed, and vulnerable and exposed, answered without thinking about the situation or the euphemism.
“I’m in favour of them,” he said.
“Excellent,” Lavender said and there was no mistaking the arousal in her voice this time.
She returned to rubbing his chest but now her hands ventured lower and lower, the towel was pushed aside half by her and half by his surging cock.
Harry moaned as Lavender wrapped a hand about his shaft and slowly stroked it up and down, Lavender smiled at sight of his foreskin moved smoothly down his cock’s head.
She quickly increased the pace.
Still working Harry’s cock, Lavender shifted position so she was at the end of the table. Harry looked down the length of it, his breath caught his chest at the sight of Lavender’s heart-shaped face, framed by her long blonde hair, between his legs as he realised what she was going to do.
Lavender wrapped her lips about Harry’s cock and sucked. His cock now surrounded in soft wet heat, Harry could only forced himself to breath but all that came was a whimper as Lavender’s head bobbed up and down taking more and more of him into her mouth.
Harry gripped the edges of the table with a white-knuckle grip, trying to control himself as Lavender sucked him off. He couldn’t stop his hips surging upwards though each time her head descended trying to get just a bit more sensation.
Lavender slowed down and Harry’s cock popped free of her mouth.
“Don’t finish just yet”, she said, “I’ve got a lot more planned.”
“Right,” Harry said, staring as she crawled onto the table on top of him. Her trousers had mysteriously vanished at some point of the proceedings.
Chest to chest with him, Lavender sank down onto his cock.
Lavender rolled her hips back and worth, working her pussy up and down the cock embedded inside of her. If Harry had thought she wasn’t enjoying herself the gasps and moans she let out convinced him otherwise.
She was flat to his chest, her forehead pressed to his and she rode him. Harry realised there was nothing between him and her breasts but the thin material of her strappy top that was somehow still there.
For the first time he took an active role, stroking the planes of Lavender’s back and then gently urging her to sit upright upon him.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Harry growled hoarsely as Lavender rode him. Her thin top was now smeared with massage oil and was translucent but Harry pushed it up all the same. Lavender’s breasts spilled free, round and capped with hard pink nipples, they bounced hypnotically with her movements.
Harry was captivated by the sight, his hands were on her hips now helping her as her hips rose and fell impaling her on his erection each time. One of her hands were gripped tight around his forearm the other on his chest.
She went faster and faster and moaned louder and louder.
Harry’s balls tightened and this time he realised there was no stopping himself from coming. He tried to gasp a warning and his hands rose to cup and squeeze Lavender’s breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples, he hoped this was enough to set her off.
Lavender moaned and collapsed over him shaking, just as Harry himself came into her clenching pussy.
“Wow,” he said, panting. “that was…”
“What the hell is this?!” shouted a new voice.
Harry jerked, his head whipping around to see that the door to the parlour was open and Parvati Patil was staring at them furiously.
“Parvati, I…” Harry said but she held up a finger, which was good because he had no idea what to say.
“You!” she said, now pointing at Lavender. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Harry got here a little early,” she said. “One thing led to another and…”
“Bullshit, you knew I wanted to do this together!” Parvati snapped.
Harry’s jaw dropped.
“Alright, I just couldn’t resist, okay?” Lavender said. “Look it’s fine, okay?”
“How is it ‘fine’?”
“Well… “-Lavender got off Harry and gave him a sidelong look- “Harry’s all messy, so why don’t you show him the showers?”
Harry quickly got to his feet and at the prompting of a little push from Lavender followed Parvati out the door and into a small shower room. He got in it and was only a little surprised that Parvati followed him, discarding a similar outfit to what Lavender had worn.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered to herself as she switched it on. “that… witch.”
Harry said nothing as she fixed the temperature and then started scrubbing him down with a soft sponge, the oil and sweat swirling down the drain.
She was almost done when he cupped her face and kissed her.
Parvati murmured into Harry’s mouth as he kissed her, her mouth remained slightly open and her dark eyes were wide when they parted.
“Parvati,” he said. “I guess you don’t want to miss out on the happy endings?”
“Well…” she blushed looking away, then met his eyes. “No, I don’t.”
They kissed again. Harry sucked her soft lips and teased her with the tip of his tongue as her arms went around his neck and held him close.
He pressed up against the tiles of the still running and steamy shower stall.
His erection was back and harder than ever.
Harry withdrew enough to gaze at Parvati’s naked body; her smooth brown skin, inky black hair and firm breasts. They were perfectly sized and irresistible, he couldn’t help ducking down and sucking them, each in turn. They were sensitive, needing hardly a touch of his tongue to harden her dark nipples completely.
Parvati was whimpering at the attention and running her hands through his wet hair before she pulled him up and close to her again, kissing him eagerly and needily.
“I really need you,” she said between kisses. “No more foreplay.”
Harry had no problem at all with that.
Parvati leant her back flat against the tiles, her legs spread wide. She was panting and looked a little nervous. Harry guided one her hands to his erection with a grin and after a moment’s stroking, they put the tip of him at her entrance.
With a great effort, he went slowly but he needn’t have. Parvati was tighter and hot than Lavender had been but somehow even wetter and he slid deep into her.
Parvati moaned and her arms tightened around his neck as he started to thrust his cock in and out of her in long slow strokes.
Fucking Parvati up against a wall was even more amazing than Harry had ever imagined. Yet it still wasn’t perfect, the heights and angles just didn’t quite line up. Letting Parvati continue to hold him around the neck, Harry’s hands found and fondled Parvati’s legs.
She seemed to get the idea immediately, lifting one leg then the other off the ground. Harry grunted, widening his legs and holding her by the bum, suddenly supporting much more of her weight directly.
It was worth it though, he was now, sliding in and out of Parvati easily and at the perfect angle.
He was holding Parvati up now, she’d given herself to him entirely, all limbs wrapped tightly around him and squeezing tight to urge him on and he thrust into deep and fast.
Harry buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking it.
“Yes! Yes!” Parvati cried clenching around him.
Harry hoped she’d came because he was rapidly working towards his own climax.
“I knew it, I knew this would be fantastic,” Parvati said vaguely and almost deliriously.
It was nice to hear you were appreciated Harry thought, as she came again and maybe a third time along with him.
Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown were all smiles when they showed Harry out of their Parlour. They were both freshly showered and dressed in soft looking purple bathrobes.
Harry, redressed in work clothes, was a little bit envious.
“No, no,” Lavender was saying. “You’re a VIP, you don’t pay.”
“I’m not…” Harry said.
“You don’t pay for that,” Parvati said, “What kind of girls do you take us for?”
He went home and by the time he got there, he realised that his lower back was aching from holding up Parvati’s weight.
He smiled. What he needed was another massage...
