Drabble: Single Too Long (Harry/Pansy)
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lightofdayeTitle: Single Too Long
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson background Ron/Hermione
Word Count: 5 x 100
Content: PWP, Clubbing, casual sex, blowjob, 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: Ron and Hermione wish Harry wasn't single but this isn't the way to handle it.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
harry100's Prompt # 512: "Single"
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Ron and Hermione Granger-Weasley didn't spend much time in clubs any more, or ever really. On the other hand, when their best friend invited them out they felt obligated to go.
"Have we been here long enough?" Hermione said. "To be polite?"
"I don't know," Ron said. "Seems rather arbitrary. Anyway, I don't think he's coming back, look at that."
Ron nodded in the direction of Harry Potter who was sidling up with shots to a dark haired curvaceous someone in a little black dress.
"He's been single too long," Hermione said and they left him flirting with Pansy Parkinson.
Harry Potter and Pansy Parkinson stumbled out of Harry's fireplace, intertwined and tearing at each other's clothing.
With a grunt of effort, Harry pressed Pansy up against the wall, hands over her head. He attacked her lips, kissing her ferociously. Pansy arched her back, pushing her chin up and her tits out.
Harry took the hint, working downwards, kissing and nipping at her neck.
"Fuck!" Pansy moaned as her dress gave way and her tits spilled out.
"Yeah," Harry growled in reply.
He buried his face in her tits, sucking one and squeezing the other as Pansy squealed in delight.
At great cost of buttons, scratch marks and bites, Harry and Pansy were stripped naked in front of Harry's bed.
Pansy sank to her knees, her hot little hands on Harry's cock, followed by her mouth. She quickly swallowed his length his balls up against her chin. He came quickly.
Never let it be said he wasn't about reciprocation though, because he quickly had her on her back with his mouth between her legs. He ran his tongue up her slit, parting her folds and ending up kissing her just above her clit.
He wasn't going to finish her quickly.
By the time, Harry had driven Pansy crazy with his mouth, he was hard again. He contemplate his options: cowgirl, up against the wall, doggystyle. They were all pleasant options but she was already on her back in his bed.
Harry seized her by the ankles and folded her in half.
"Fuck!" He moaned as he sank deep into her.
"...yeah," whimpered Pansy.
He took in long strokes, slowly at first but his pace quickened until he was pounding his hips slamming against her arse.
When he was done, she flipped them over for another round. The first of many.
Harry awoke slowly the next morning and took a while to move, from the pounding in his head he assumed he'd be sensitive to any noises, but the flat was still and calm and silent.
He rolled onto his back, somehow unsurprised by the empty hollow of cooling sheets next to him. There was no sound of a shower being run, or brewing coffee or even of someone frantically gathering up clothes to leave.
It was just him in the flat
Still single then. Harry thought morosely and rolled over and nursing his head, tried to go back to sleep.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson background Ron/Hermione
Word Count: 5 x 100
Content: PWP, Clubbing, casual sex, blowjob, 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: Ron and Hermione wish Harry wasn't single but this isn't the way to handle it.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for
harry100's Prompt # 512: "Single"- - -
Ron and Hermione Granger-Weasley didn't spend much time in clubs any more, or ever really. On the other hand, when their best friend invited them out they felt obligated to go.
"Have we been here long enough?" Hermione said. "To be polite?"
"I don't know," Ron said. "Seems rather arbitrary. Anyway, I don't think he's coming back, look at that."
Ron nodded in the direction of Harry Potter who was sidling up with shots to a dark haired curvaceous someone in a little black dress.
"He's been single too long," Hermione said and they left him flirting with Pansy Parkinson.
Harry Potter and Pansy Parkinson stumbled out of Harry's fireplace, intertwined and tearing at each other's clothing.
With a grunt of effort, Harry pressed Pansy up against the wall, hands over her head. He attacked her lips, kissing her ferociously. Pansy arched her back, pushing her chin up and her tits out.
Harry took the hint, working downwards, kissing and nipping at her neck.
"Fuck!" Pansy moaned as her dress gave way and her tits spilled out.
"Yeah," Harry growled in reply.
He buried his face in her tits, sucking one and squeezing the other as Pansy squealed in delight.
At great cost of buttons, scratch marks and bites, Harry and Pansy were stripped naked in front of Harry's bed.
Pansy sank to her knees, her hot little hands on Harry's cock, followed by her mouth. She quickly swallowed his length his balls up against her chin. He came quickly.
Never let it be said he wasn't about reciprocation though, because he quickly had her on her back with his mouth between her legs. He ran his tongue up her slit, parting her folds and ending up kissing her just above her clit.
He wasn't going to finish her quickly.
By the time, Harry had driven Pansy crazy with his mouth, he was hard again. He contemplate his options: cowgirl, up against the wall, doggystyle. They were all pleasant options but she was already on her back in his bed.
Harry seized her by the ankles and folded her in half.
"Fuck!" He moaned as he sank deep into her.
"...yeah," whimpered Pansy.
He took in long strokes, slowly at first but his pace quickened until he was pounding his hips slamming against her arse.
When he was done, she flipped them over for another round. The first of many.
Harry awoke slowly the next morning and took a while to move, from the pounding in his head he assumed he'd be sensitive to any noises, but the flat was still and calm and silent.
He rolled onto his back, somehow unsurprised by the empty hollow of cooling sheets next to him. There was no sound of a shower being run, or brewing coffee or even of someone frantically gathering up clothes to leave.
It was just him in the flat
Still single then. Harry thought morosely and rolled over and nursing his head, tried to go back to sleep.
