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lightofdayeTitle: Two Too Many
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Seamus Finnigan/Pavati Patil
Word Count:1,622
Warnings: alcohol, drunk sex, NON-CON, first time.
DisclaimerThe Harry Potter franchise is not mine. I make no profit from writing this.
Summary: Seamus insists on real drinks for the party, and things get out of hand.
A/n:Make sure you’ve read those warnings. No really, this is not what I usually write at all in terms of style. Not sure why I did write this. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tamlane for the beta. Based on this quote: "I like to have a martini, two at the very most. Three I’m under the table; after four, I’m under the host." ~ Dorothy Parker.
It hadn’t taken much for everyone to agree to Parvati’s idea for a party in the common room. After the previous year, many of the eighth years had just come back to Hogwarts to have fun. The booze had been Seamus’ idea, and he’d even smuggled in the firewhisky and rum and brandy from Hogsmeade himself. Parvati, who’d never drank anything stronger than butterbeer in her life, wasn’t sure at all about the addition, but the other eighth years had shouted down her objections.
Still, after Seamus had coaxed her into her first ever shot of firewhisky, she had to admit it wasn’t that bad. After the coughing and spluttering at the searing of her throat had died down, at least, her body had loosened up, and she’d floated around the party, chatting with everyone, even people she couldn’t stand. After that it didn’t take much to convince her to have a second, which was even better because it didn’t burn half so much.
Seamus handed her the third drink — an extra large rum — with a smile and twinkle in his eye. And afterwards he had to put up with her fit of the giggles. Despite the fact he’d already put away three times as much drink as she had, he remained the steady one. He guided her as she haphazardly made her way across the dance floor to one of the common room’s sofas, Parvati all the time wondering at the strength of Seamus’ grip and the taut muscles on his forearms visible under his rolled up shirt sleeves. Is it just me, or did he get a lot hotter over the summer? she thought as she collapsed into the soft cushions.
Around her the party seemed to be dying down, Parvati noticed with dismay. One by one, her fellow eighth years seemed to be slipping away. Well, that wasn’t quite true, she realised. They were disappearing in pairs. Ron and Hermione had disappeared up to the boys’ dormitory first, with Ron’s arm not-so-subtlety around Hermione’s waist. Then Dean and Luna vanished with Harry and Ginny hot their heels, moving quickly since Ginny’s top already seemed to have slipped off one shoulder. Lastly, Neville and Hannah seemed to realise they were dancing on their own and retreated upstairs as well.
“Where’d everyone go?” Parvati said, frowning, as Seamus sat down next to her with a fourth tumbler brimming with booze.
“I think the lovebirds all wanted some alone time,” Seamus said in his Irish burr, “if you know what I mean.”
Parvati didn’t want to think about what he meant. It wasn’t fair they all had each other and she was here all alone.
“Hmmpf, don’t they know all the trouble we went to, to set this up?” she complained.
“Oh, I don’t mind all that much,” Seamus said, handing her the glass. “Drink up.”
“Why not?” Parvati demanded.
“Drink up,” Seamus repeated, his eyes twinkling.
Angrily she knocked back the drink in one, and the effect went straight to her head; the room span around so much that she missed the side table she tried to put the glass on, and it fell to the floor with a loud clunk.
“Why not?!” she exclaimed, ignoring the glass.
“Because now I get to be all alone with you,” Seamus said, moving in. His fingertips were hot; they burned her cheek as he brushed a couple of strands of hair that had escaped her plait away from her face. “And I get to do this.”
His mouth closed over hers, swallowing her noise of surprise. This couldn’t be happening, she thought. Seamus was not snogging her. Lavender was Seamus’ girl, everyone knew about that. So he couldn’t be giving her an amazing snog, and his tongue couldn’t be darting its way into her mouth like that. But then her muddled brain remembered with a jolt that Lavender wasn’t here anymore, so maybe it was happening after all.
Parvati’s heart beat double time as they kissed — or rather Seamus kissed her because he was definitely taking the lead here. She could only stroke her hands through his sandy hair and lose herself in the feeling of his lips and tongue on hers. The sensation was good enough to make her head spin.
Or maybe that was the booze, again, she thought. A cold air washed over her front because Seamus’ hands had not been idle; although she hadn’t realised it, his fingers had been busy with the buttons of her blouse. The garment was completely open.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Seamus said after breaking off their kiss at last. Parvati smiled, pleased with the compliment, before realising his gaze was focused directly on the front clasp of her bra (one she only had because Lavender had insisted upon it.)
“Seamus, we—” she started, her muddled brain not certain what she was going to say but sure she shouldn’t let this continue any further.
“I know, I know,” murmured Seamus as if they were of one mind. Then he reached for her breasts.
She shouldn’t allow this, she knew, but his hands moved over her without the slightest hesitation. Firmly cupping and squeezing them, sensation shot through Parvati, distracting her from what to say.
The clip for the bra came apart as if by magic, and Parvati groaned as he replaced his hand on her naked flesh. She squirmed under the touch, leaning helplessly forward into Seamus’ grip. He hefted them, feeling their weight, fondling insistently. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, she thought, if she just let him do this.
His thumb and forefinger caught at a nipple and twisted. The jolt burst through Parvati’s body, straight down her spine. She gasped in surprise, opening her mouth to object, but his hands hadn’t stopped moving there. Suddenly one of them moved down to her leg, under the hem of her skirt and up again, unerring towards her knickers.
“S-seamus!” she exclaimed, but shock and tipsiness meant this was all she had time to say before his forefingers traced her slit through the fabric.
“God, you’re wet for me, aren’t you?” Seamus said huskily. Even as he said it, Parvati was embarrassed to realise she felt like she was practically soaking his hand.
He pushed on her shoulder and suddenly she was on her back, her head landing half on a cushion and half on solid armrest. She tried to pull herself back up again, but her balance and co-ordination seemed to have left her entirely. All she could do was stare wide-eyed up at Seamus as he clambered on top of her. He’d somehow managed to get his underwear and trousers half way down to his knees, and his cock, the first Parvati had seen, hung out pointing at her as thick and unstoppable as a battering ram.
“Don’t worry, Parvati,” he said, looking at the expression on her face as he lined himself up, “this going to be great.”
Then he fucked her.
There was no other word for it. Eagerness or alcohol had ruined whatever control Seamus had had; his hips bulled forward, forcing Parvati’s legs apart, and he drove his cock into her. Parvati’s objection died on her lips as the impact seemed to take her breath away. Seamus let out a long, guttural growl as he sank himself fully into her.
Parvati squirmed underneath him, but the motion of her body just pressed them closer together. She raised her hands to his body, whether to push him away or pull him closer even she didn’t know, but he caught her wrists and pinned them to the armrest either side of her head.
“Easy, Parvati, easy,” he murmured, and Parvati could smell the firewhisky on his breath. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, I’ve got you now.”
The shift in position had brought him down fully on top of her now, and she was sandwiched between his hard, muscular body and the worn cushions of the sofa, helpless. Seamus’ body moved again, roughly pulling back to slam against her again and again.
“Ungh!” Parvati cried loudly the first time before biting her lip. If there were any party stragglers, anyone out of their dormitories, and if they heard her, they would surely investigate and find her like this…
Confusion washed over her; she could not get her bearings over this at all. Her legs strained at being held wide, and her body ached abominably where Seamus was pounding at her. But there was no denying the wetness of her pussy, and her bare nipples were completely hard as they rubbed against Seamus’ t-shirt.
“Fuck, you’re so, fuck. Fucking hot,” Seamus growled, each thrust accompanied by a swearword. His wide cock stretched her uncomfortably. But that didn’t stop the growing tension curling up in Parvati’s midriff. She whimpered and fought against it. Her face flushed hot in shame.
“Damn. You really want it, don’t you? Don’t you?” Seamus moaned, completely mistaking her struggles. In fact, he picked up his pace, slamming into her harder and faster, accompanied by the sounds of his curses and the wet impact against her body.
The energy in Parvati’s body uncoiled at once, ripping through her in a sensation too sharp and intense to call pleasant. Seamus was smirking down at her in self-satisfied pleasure as he felt her shudder, and he thrust half a dozen more times before she felt hot fluid rush into her battered body.
He collapsed on top of her, too heavy to throw off. So she couldn’t flee. He stroked at her dark hair and whispered sweet endearments, beaming at her in a way in complete contradiction with the feelings of stomach churning anxiety his touch now set off in her.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Seamus Finnigan/Pavati Patil
Word Count:1,622
Warnings: alcohol, drunk sex, NON-CON, first time.
DisclaimerThe Harry Potter franchise is not mine. I make no profit from writing this.
Summary: Seamus insists on real drinks for the party, and things get out of hand.
A/n:Make sure you’ve read those warnings. No really, this is not what I usually write at all in terms of style. Not sure why I did write this. Thanks to
tamlane for the beta. Based on this quote: "I like to have a martini, two at the very most. Three I’m under the table; after four, I’m under the host." ~ Dorothy Parker.It hadn’t taken much for everyone to agree to Parvati’s idea for a party in the common room. After the previous year, many of the eighth years had just come back to Hogwarts to have fun. The booze had been Seamus’ idea, and he’d even smuggled in the firewhisky and rum and brandy from Hogsmeade himself. Parvati, who’d never drank anything stronger than butterbeer in her life, wasn’t sure at all about the addition, but the other eighth years had shouted down her objections.
Still, after Seamus had coaxed her into her first ever shot of firewhisky, she had to admit it wasn’t that bad. After the coughing and spluttering at the searing of her throat had died down, at least, her body had loosened up, and she’d floated around the party, chatting with everyone, even people she couldn’t stand. After that it didn’t take much to convince her to have a second, which was even better because it didn’t burn half so much.
Seamus handed her the third drink — an extra large rum — with a smile and twinkle in his eye. And afterwards he had to put up with her fit of the giggles. Despite the fact he’d already put away three times as much drink as she had, he remained the steady one. He guided her as she haphazardly made her way across the dance floor to one of the common room’s sofas, Parvati all the time wondering at the strength of Seamus’ grip and the taut muscles on his forearms visible under his rolled up shirt sleeves. Is it just me, or did he get a lot hotter over the summer? she thought as she collapsed into the soft cushions.
Around her the party seemed to be dying down, Parvati noticed with dismay. One by one, her fellow eighth years seemed to be slipping away. Well, that wasn’t quite true, she realised. They were disappearing in pairs. Ron and Hermione had disappeared up to the boys’ dormitory first, with Ron’s arm not-so-subtlety around Hermione’s waist. Then Dean and Luna vanished with Harry and Ginny hot their heels, moving quickly since Ginny’s top already seemed to have slipped off one shoulder. Lastly, Neville and Hannah seemed to realise they were dancing on their own and retreated upstairs as well.
“Where’d everyone go?” Parvati said, frowning, as Seamus sat down next to her with a fourth tumbler brimming with booze.
“I think the lovebirds all wanted some alone time,” Seamus said in his Irish burr, “if you know what I mean.”
Parvati didn’t want to think about what he meant. It wasn’t fair they all had each other and she was here all alone.
“Hmmpf, don’t they know all the trouble we went to, to set this up?” she complained.
“Oh, I don’t mind all that much,” Seamus said, handing her the glass. “Drink up.”
“Why not?” Parvati demanded.
“Drink up,” Seamus repeated, his eyes twinkling.
Angrily she knocked back the drink in one, and the effect went straight to her head; the room span around so much that she missed the side table she tried to put the glass on, and it fell to the floor with a loud clunk.
“Why not?!” she exclaimed, ignoring the glass.
“Because now I get to be all alone with you,” Seamus said, moving in. His fingertips were hot; they burned her cheek as he brushed a couple of strands of hair that had escaped her plait away from her face. “And I get to do this.”
His mouth closed over hers, swallowing her noise of surprise. This couldn’t be happening, she thought. Seamus was not snogging her. Lavender was Seamus’ girl, everyone knew about that. So he couldn’t be giving her an amazing snog, and his tongue couldn’t be darting its way into her mouth like that. But then her muddled brain remembered with a jolt that Lavender wasn’t here anymore, so maybe it was happening after all.
Parvati’s heart beat double time as they kissed — or rather Seamus kissed her because he was definitely taking the lead here. She could only stroke her hands through his sandy hair and lose herself in the feeling of his lips and tongue on hers. The sensation was good enough to make her head spin.
Or maybe that was the booze, again, she thought. A cold air washed over her front because Seamus’ hands had not been idle; although she hadn’t realised it, his fingers had been busy with the buttons of her blouse. The garment was completely open.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Seamus said after breaking off their kiss at last. Parvati smiled, pleased with the compliment, before realising his gaze was focused directly on the front clasp of her bra (one she only had because Lavender had insisted upon it.)
“Seamus, we—” she started, her muddled brain not certain what she was going to say but sure she shouldn’t let this continue any further.
“I know, I know,” murmured Seamus as if they were of one mind. Then he reached for her breasts.
She shouldn’t allow this, she knew, but his hands moved over her without the slightest hesitation. Firmly cupping and squeezing them, sensation shot through Parvati, distracting her from what to say.
The clip for the bra came apart as if by magic, and Parvati groaned as he replaced his hand on her naked flesh. She squirmed under the touch, leaning helplessly forward into Seamus’ grip. He hefted them, feeling their weight, fondling insistently. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, she thought, if she just let him do this.
His thumb and forefinger caught at a nipple and twisted. The jolt burst through Parvati’s body, straight down her spine. She gasped in surprise, opening her mouth to object, but his hands hadn’t stopped moving there. Suddenly one of them moved down to her leg, under the hem of her skirt and up again, unerring towards her knickers.
“S-seamus!” she exclaimed, but shock and tipsiness meant this was all she had time to say before his forefingers traced her slit through the fabric.
“God, you’re wet for me, aren’t you?” Seamus said huskily. Even as he said it, Parvati was embarrassed to realise she felt like she was practically soaking his hand.
He pushed on her shoulder and suddenly she was on her back, her head landing half on a cushion and half on solid armrest. She tried to pull herself back up again, but her balance and co-ordination seemed to have left her entirely. All she could do was stare wide-eyed up at Seamus as he clambered on top of her. He’d somehow managed to get his underwear and trousers half way down to his knees, and his cock, the first Parvati had seen, hung out pointing at her as thick and unstoppable as a battering ram.
“Don’t worry, Parvati,” he said, looking at the expression on her face as he lined himself up, “this going to be great.”
Then he fucked her.
There was no other word for it. Eagerness or alcohol had ruined whatever control Seamus had had; his hips bulled forward, forcing Parvati’s legs apart, and he drove his cock into her. Parvati’s objection died on her lips as the impact seemed to take her breath away. Seamus let out a long, guttural growl as he sank himself fully into her.
Parvati squirmed underneath him, but the motion of her body just pressed them closer together. She raised her hands to his body, whether to push him away or pull him closer even she didn’t know, but he caught her wrists and pinned them to the armrest either side of her head.
“Easy, Parvati, easy,” he murmured, and Parvati could smell the firewhisky on his breath. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, I’ve got you now.”
The shift in position had brought him down fully on top of her now, and she was sandwiched between his hard, muscular body and the worn cushions of the sofa, helpless. Seamus’ body moved again, roughly pulling back to slam against her again and again.
“Ungh!” Parvati cried loudly the first time before biting her lip. If there were any party stragglers, anyone out of their dormitories, and if they heard her, they would surely investigate and find her like this…
Confusion washed over her; she could not get her bearings over this at all. Her legs strained at being held wide, and her body ached abominably where Seamus was pounding at her. But there was no denying the wetness of her pussy, and her bare nipples were completely hard as they rubbed against Seamus’ t-shirt.
“Fuck, you’re so, fuck. Fucking hot,” Seamus growled, each thrust accompanied by a swearword. His wide cock stretched her uncomfortably. But that didn’t stop the growing tension curling up in Parvati’s midriff. She whimpered and fought against it. Her face flushed hot in shame.
“Damn. You really want it, don’t you? Don’t you?” Seamus moaned, completely mistaking her struggles. In fact, he picked up his pace, slamming into her harder and faster, accompanied by the sounds of his curses and the wet impact against her body.
The energy in Parvati’s body uncoiled at once, ripping through her in a sensation too sharp and intense to call pleasant. Seamus was smirking down at her in self-satisfied pleasure as he felt her shudder, and he thrust half a dozen more times before she felt hot fluid rush into her battered body.
He collapsed on top of her, too heavy to throw off. So she couldn’t flee. He stroked at her dark hair and whispered sweet endearments, beaming at her in a way in complete contradiction with the feelings of stomach churning anxiety his touch now set off in her.
