Ficlet: Making Time (Harry/Pansy)
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lightofdayeOkay, I finally managed to force the muse into cooperating. I just have no idea if this is the least bit sexy.
Title: Making Time
Rating: Hard R?
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 508
Content: Bondage, femdom, hints of scratching and orgasm denial.
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 really should find time for his girlfriend...
A/n: For the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
torino10154's smashing Porn Sunday event.
As it turned out, in the depths of Pansy Parkinson’s family home was a very comfortable bed. It was layered thick with quilts and duvets and Harry even though he saw an actual fur in the mix somewhere.
It was also, Harry was forced to note, a four poster. In fact it was very hard to miss since he was currently attached to all four posts. Thick bands of padded leather encircled both wrists and each of his ankle and silvery chains stretched from the restraints to meld seamlessly into the oak pillars. They seemed absurdly thin to hold someone but they just jangled merrily in defiance when he tested them.
There was a laugh from the foot of the bed, warmer than it might have been in previous years, but Harry flushed slightly nevertheless. It was still at his expense after all.
“No need to struggle, Harry, this was what you asked for after all.” Pansy said, her round grey eyes alight with silvery energy. She made no move to get closer to him. She just posed at the end of her bed, inspecting her glossy nails. Her legs were sheathed in pink nylon, her curves were draped in waves of translucent fabric and brightly coloured lace.
It was not the get up Harry associated with an in-charge woman but he still couldn’t shake the feeling that Pansy meant business. It caused an exciting tension in his stomach. Or maybe that was just the hint of a cool draft playing over his naked body.
“I don’t recall asking for this,” Harry growled with all the authority of man who is sure a fluffy teddy bear is piled in among his pillows.
“No?” Pansy asked innocently, as she perched on the end of the bed, one hand rest on his leg, just above the leather, a warm thumb tracing a circle on his skin.
“No,” Harry said, fighting back a whimper.
“Well I didn’t want to do this,” Pansy said leaning forward, the soft fabric of the negligee doing nothing to stop the sway of her round breasts, or restrict Harry’s enjoyment of cleavage. “I wanted us to go out for a nice dinner, if you remember?”
“I was busy!” Harry exclaimed.
Pansy prowled onwards on all fours, her nails scraping up the inside of his thighs.
“Yes well, sweetheart. What you actually said was ‘I’m all tied up with work at the moment’.” She was straddling his waist now. Her legs spread wide to hold herself above him, without touching his straining cock in away.
“So?” Harry said, his head moving towards her breasts, tantalising yet out of reach.
“So… I said if you came back to mine, you could spend your time all tied up with me.” Her hands moved to his chest, presing down on it, her nails digging in. Harry’s breathing was ragged as he struggled to respond.
“Didn’t think you meant it literally.”
“Well,” Pansy said, her hips sinking onto his, grinding damp silk over his aching hard erection. “Now you know better.”
Title: Making Time
Rating: Hard R?
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 508
Content: Bondage, femdom, hints of scratching and orgasm denial.
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 really should find time for his girlfriend...
A/n: For the lovely
torino10154's smashing Porn Sunday event. As it turned out, in the depths of Pansy Parkinson’s family home was a very comfortable bed. It was layered thick with quilts and duvets and Harry even though he saw an actual fur in the mix somewhere.
It was also, Harry was forced to note, a four poster. In fact it was very hard to miss since he was currently attached to all four posts. Thick bands of padded leather encircled both wrists and each of his ankle and silvery chains stretched from the restraints to meld seamlessly into the oak pillars. They seemed absurdly thin to hold someone but they just jangled merrily in defiance when he tested them.
There was a laugh from the foot of the bed, warmer than it might have been in previous years, but Harry flushed slightly nevertheless. It was still at his expense after all.
“No need to struggle, Harry, this was what you asked for after all.” Pansy said, her round grey eyes alight with silvery energy. She made no move to get closer to him. She just posed at the end of her bed, inspecting her glossy nails. Her legs were sheathed in pink nylon, her curves were draped in waves of translucent fabric and brightly coloured lace.
It was not the get up Harry associated with an in-charge woman but he still couldn’t shake the feeling that Pansy meant business. It caused an exciting tension in his stomach. Or maybe that was just the hint of a cool draft playing over his naked body.
“I don’t recall asking for this,” Harry growled with all the authority of man who is sure a fluffy teddy bear is piled in among his pillows.
“No?” Pansy asked innocently, as she perched on the end of the bed, one hand rest on his leg, just above the leather, a warm thumb tracing a circle on his skin.
“No,” Harry said, fighting back a whimper.
“Well I didn’t want to do this,” Pansy said leaning forward, the soft fabric of the negligee doing nothing to stop the sway of her round breasts, or restrict Harry’s enjoyment of cleavage. “I wanted us to go out for a nice dinner, if you remember?”
“I was busy!” Harry exclaimed.
Pansy prowled onwards on all fours, her nails scraping up the inside of his thighs.
“Yes well, sweetheart. What you actually said was ‘I’m all tied up with work at the moment’.” She was straddling his waist now. Her legs spread wide to hold herself above him, without touching his straining cock in away.
“So?” Harry said, his head moving towards her breasts, tantalising yet out of reach.
“So… I said if you came back to mine, you could spend your time all tied up with me.” Her hands moved to his chest, presing down on it, her nails digging in. Harry’s breathing was ragged as he struggled to respond.
“Didn’t think you meant it literally.”
“Well,” Pansy said, her hips sinking onto his, grinding damp silk over his aching hard erection. “Now you know better.”
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Date: 2015-02-02 09:23 pm (UTC)I lovelovelove Pansy's outfit, and the whole thing is just so hot and nicely written. Thank you for sharing :)
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Date: 2015-02-02 10:36 pm (UTC)Thanks again XD
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Date: 2015-02-03 01:22 am (UTC)Oh yes, Harry asked for it all right. *g* He's just lucky he has a woman who will give it to him. :)
Yum! Well done.
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