Fic: Fair Exchange (Seamus/Pansy)
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lightofdayeTitle: Fair Exchange
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Seamus Finnigan/Pansy Parkinson
Word Count: 637
Content: PWP, Explicit sex, relationship with ulterior motives, blowjobs, vaginal sex, doggystyle.
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:Seamus knows she has an ulterior motive, he just doesn't mind.
A/n: 12th Fic and pairing for Rare Pair Challenge at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rarepair_shorts. I went for some smut this time since the last few have been low rated.
Seamus Finnigan grinned broadly as Pansy Parkinson where nothing but knickers sank to her knees on his bedroom floor.
Seamus wasn’t stupid, he didn’t think Pansy was coming on to him because she was wildly attracted to him. There were rumours that she wanted an eligible Gryffindor boyfriend to rehabilitate herself into the Wizarding World. She’d probably tried this with Harry, Ron, even Neville before she got to him.
On the other hand you didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth when it came knocking on the door. Especially not when it had knockers like Pansy, let alone that arse.
It had taken a few dates, Pansy was try to keep him on the hook as long as possible, but he’d got on his hands (and mouth!) on those tits and heard the squeaks and moans and gasps she made as he played with them and sucked.
A couple more dates and here they were with Pansy on her knees and her hand around his cock, stroking it and then wrapping her forest green lips about it. Seamus groaned as the tip of his cock was engulfed in warm heat. He balled his hands at his side for a moment but when Pansy’s head started to move down his shaft taking him deeper he couldn’t resist combing his finger through her hair and holding on to guide her motions.
Pansy went hands free; she let him pull her head down on to his cock while her heads cupped her breasts and went into her knickers to touch herself.
Seamus gently rocked his hips in time with the motion of Pansy’s head, enjoying the feeling of thrusting into her throat and the compression of her lips tight around his shaft as he withdrew. Perhaps a little too much, his balls became tense, ready to come, Seamus slowed his pace and took a deep calming breath.
“Don’t want to lose it too soon her?” Said Pansy, taking her mouth off his cock. Her voice was slightly hoarse but amusement still come soon.
“Not like this,” Seamus agreed. “I want you on your hands and knees on my bed first.”
“On my… ?” Pansy trailed off hesitantly.
“That’s okay isn’t it? Your arse is just so hot, baby, I’ve just got to see it.” Seamus wheedled.
Encouraged, Pansy moved on to the bed on all fours. Seamus groaned, the sight really was as good as he’d suggested. Reverently, he squeezed and fondled her backside, pulling down her knickers and doing it all over again to her bare arse.
He took his cock in one hand and pressed it to her slit, spreading it around his tip. His dick was covered in drool and she was wet, from touching herself if nothing else. He sank halfway into in one motion of his hips.
Pansy cried out; it was a low breathless moan. Seamus swore; she was wet but she was also impossible tight and wet.
“S’alright,” he murmured. “It’s all all right, baby.”
He couldn’t resist pressing forward until his hips were against her arse and his cock was buried to the heat. He thrust, trying to keep a measured pace, but fuck if her tight cunt wasn’t begging to be filled and pushed home again quickly.
“Ah… ah… oooh… ah,” Pansy went each time he bottomed out in her. The moans low and soft, almost desperate. The high pitched moans and squeaks now sounded practised and theatrical by comparison.
Seamus held her still with hands on her hips, but soon moved one between her legs, feeling her tremble under his touch. He felt her grow wetter and wetter as he rubbed her clit. With another now almost silent whimper, Pansy buried her face in his pillows as she clenched around him in an apparently genuine and powerful climax.
No, Seamus thought working quickly towards his own orgasms, Pansy hadn’t started this because she wanted him but unless he was very much mistaken she was enjoying this as much as he was.
Almost as much anyway.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Seamus Finnigan/Pansy Parkinson
Word Count: 637
Content: PWP, Explicit sex, relationship with ulterior motives, blowjobs, vaginal sex, doggystyle.
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:Seamus knows she has an ulterior motive, he just doesn't mind.
A/n: 12th Fic and pairing for Rare Pair Challenge at
rarepair_shorts. I went for some smut this time since the last few have been low rated. Seamus Finnigan grinned broadly as Pansy Parkinson where nothing but knickers sank to her knees on his bedroom floor.
Seamus wasn’t stupid, he didn’t think Pansy was coming on to him because she was wildly attracted to him. There were rumours that she wanted an eligible Gryffindor boyfriend to rehabilitate herself into the Wizarding World. She’d probably tried this with Harry, Ron, even Neville before she got to him.
On the other hand you didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth when it came knocking on the door. Especially not when it had knockers like Pansy, let alone that arse.
It had taken a few dates, Pansy was try to keep him on the hook as long as possible, but he’d got on his hands (and mouth!) on those tits and heard the squeaks and moans and gasps she made as he played with them and sucked.
A couple more dates and here they were with Pansy on her knees and her hand around his cock, stroking it and then wrapping her forest green lips about it. Seamus groaned as the tip of his cock was engulfed in warm heat. He balled his hands at his side for a moment but when Pansy’s head started to move down his shaft taking him deeper he couldn’t resist combing his finger through her hair and holding on to guide her motions.
Pansy went hands free; she let him pull her head down on to his cock while her heads cupped her breasts and went into her knickers to touch herself.
Seamus gently rocked his hips in time with the motion of Pansy’s head, enjoying the feeling of thrusting into her throat and the compression of her lips tight around his shaft as he withdrew. Perhaps a little too much, his balls became tense, ready to come, Seamus slowed his pace and took a deep calming breath.
“Don’t want to lose it too soon her?” Said Pansy, taking her mouth off his cock. Her voice was slightly hoarse but amusement still come soon.
“Not like this,” Seamus agreed. “I want you on your hands and knees on my bed first.”
“On my… ?” Pansy trailed off hesitantly.
“That’s okay isn’t it? Your arse is just so hot, baby, I’ve just got to see it.” Seamus wheedled.
Encouraged, Pansy moved on to the bed on all fours. Seamus groaned, the sight really was as good as he’d suggested. Reverently, he squeezed and fondled her backside, pulling down her knickers and doing it all over again to her bare arse.
He took his cock in one hand and pressed it to her slit, spreading it around his tip. His dick was covered in drool and she was wet, from touching herself if nothing else. He sank halfway into in one motion of his hips.
Pansy cried out; it was a low breathless moan. Seamus swore; she was wet but she was also impossible tight and wet.
“S’alright,” he murmured. “It’s all all right, baby.”
He couldn’t resist pressing forward until his hips were against her arse and his cock was buried to the heat. He thrust, trying to keep a measured pace, but fuck if her tight cunt wasn’t begging to be filled and pushed home again quickly.
“Ah… ah… oooh… ah,” Pansy went each time he bottomed out in her. The moans low and soft, almost desperate. The high pitched moans and squeaks now sounded practised and theatrical by comparison.
Seamus held her still with hands on her hips, but soon moved one between her legs, feeling her tremble under his touch. He felt her grow wetter and wetter as he rubbed her clit. With another now almost silent whimper, Pansy buried her face in his pillows as she clenched around him in an apparently genuine and powerful climax.
No, Seamus thought working quickly towards his own orgasms, Pansy hadn’t started this because she wanted him but unless he was very much mistaken she was enjoying this as much as he was.
Almost as much anyway.
