Miss Pansy if You're Nasty

Neville took a bit more of Pansy’s weight as he brought her to what appeared to be her first climax. He certainly intended it to be the first of many. “That’s it, cum for me, Pansy.” He whispered as he kissed her neck. He had changed since they’d known each other all that time ago. He was more confident and knowledgeable. “Feels good doesn’t it?” He asked her

Harry smirked slightly and grabbed her hips; lifting her as he rocked his hips under her. “Do you like this Pansy? Like being filled by The Chosen one?” He asked her, whispering into her ear. Harry liked to fill the dead air, he wasn’t too sure why in all honesty, but he couldn’t just sit there silently while she rode his cock. 

Harry laughed slightly at the Woman’s comment; he kissed Pansy’s neck while she rode his hard cock. One hand cupping one of her bare breasts as his hips rocked in time with hers. “Does that feel good? Having me inside of you?” He asked her, grazing her neck lightly with his teeth. 

“Sir, will do.” Neville growled gently into her ear while his fingers played with her soaking pussy. He knew exactly what he was doing. “You’re soaking for me.” He whispered into her ear, kissing her neck teasingly while his other hand groped her breast. “Oh don’t worry, I’m not going to stop.” He whispered while his fingers caressed her g-spot. “Not until you’ve felt what an orgasm feels like.” He told her. “I’m going to get you addicted to it.” 

His uncharacteristic growl, paired with his demand had her brow rising. How utterly unlike the bumbling bloke he’d been at school, it was... 

She let out a soft moan as his deft fingers did things to her that sent her mind spinning, unable to hold onto a thought.

“Sir,” she breathed, her hips bucking as his fingers did things to her that had her legs tensing, her heartbeat speeding. Her eyelids fluttered closed, focusing on the electric ecstasy that pulsed just within reach. Tension had her muscles taut and she let out a small shriek as she felt herself spinning and flying, her body convulsing in his arms.

He loved sleeping with her. The way she played and enjoyed this intimacy. He hated to admit it; mostly because he was taught that you don’t use a woman for sexual desires. But he liked her beyond the sex they had. But he hated to admit that their sexual encounters were his favorite part of their relationship. 

He has been with women who didn’t want to explore their sexuality further. Who were afraid to push the boundaries and have fun. It was mundane and the same in and out with other women. Vanilla and basic. He lost interest very quickly. With Pansy, he didn’t know what to expect. She was always clear with what she wanted from their interactions and not afraid of expressing her desires. 

He held his breath as she grabbed his hair, her nails sharp against his skin. He kissed her with as much intensity as she was giving, his eyes closing as he became lost in her body. His hand rested on her inner thigh, feeling the sweat drip off her skin. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” He spoke against her mouth, his tongue running along her full lips. He pulled his lips away from their sloppy kissing to press soft kisses against her neck, his pace becoming much quicker. “Where have you been my whole life?” He moved his hand to push her hair back gently, feeling the sweat collecting.

“Right here waiting for you,” she panted, her body responding to the words he’d never spoken to her when they’d had sex before. She grinned at him, moving to match the rhythm of his thrusts. “You feel fucking amazing,” she countered, “You fill be up, Duncan. You feel so good in me,” she cried breathlessly. She craned her neck, holding onto him as he pounded into her. 

He bit the inside of his cheek as she stated to rub herself against his skin, his hand coming to rest on her lower back. He was feeling a bit annoyed that she decided to put her heavy sweater when she knew exactly where she was going in this sage. As she lifted herself up, he pulled her sweater over her head. He tossed it behind them and it landed somewhere in her kitchen. 

He was anticipating her lowering herself onto him, irritated as she barely sunk down. He let out a sigh, watching as her hips rolled and bucked to the little bit she allowed herself to take. He gripped her hips, trying to pull her down more. But he found her resisting, only adding to his building frustration. 

She knew exactly what she was doing and doing everything she could to get him riled up. “If you’re going to be on top, take more than just the tip.” He groaned, moving to grip her waist. He nearly threw her off and onto her couch. He gripped her one leg, hiking it onto the headrest of her couch. He moved to press against her, his other hand on her low back as he pushed into her roughly. He cursed under his breath as he almost forgot what it was like to be with her. Almost

She smirked at his complaint and he stole her breath when he thrust into her, giving her exactly what she wanted. With him, someone she trusted, she quite enjoyed rough play. And with the history she had with him, Pansy trusted Duncan implicitly

Pansy felt the stretch at the back of her leg and she arched her back as he positioned her the way he needed. This was the Duncan she wanted to discover. She’d wondered if he was always so accommodating, but it appeared...

He thrust into her again, making her groan from the pleasurable feel of him filling her. And when he did it again, she reached out to grab a fistful of his hair.

“Please what, Pandora?” Neville asked as he pressed his fingers deeper, watching her reaction until he began to massage her g-spot. “Use your words for me.” The tables had truly turned, and perhaps he found some joy in his ownership, in his control of the former bully, but he’d never let it show. “Such a beautiful woman aren’t you?” He observed, one hand squeezing a bare breast. “I think we shall have to keep you naked, from now on. Perhaps in nightgowns when we have guests.” He wanted her on display and to have easy access. He hoped she would find confidence in showing off his ownership of her.

“Please, Neville?” She blinked up at him confused. “I don’t know what I want,” she whispered. “But I suspect you have an inkling.” She knit her brow and her mouth rounded as he rubbed a spot inside of her that made her arch and see stars. Her breathing quickened. “Yes, I am,” she nodded, biting her lip and looking at his moving hand between her legs. 

She nodded as he spoke of wanting her her constantly naked. She, frankly didn’t care what she was promising. She just wanted to keep feeling what he was making her feel.

“It’s certainly something I am enjoying.” Harry answered as he guided himself inside her slowly, but allowing her to set the pace once he pulled her to sink down onto him. He was by no means small, but he didn’t feel the need to brag. Having such size, and having a gorgeous witch in his lap were worthy of a quiet, assured confidence. It was why as Hogwarts had gone on he’d found a confidence and leadership. He knew what he wanted and what he could do. “However, you can be sure of my discretion. I shan’t be writing to the Prophet.” He whispered as he tugged a nipple lightly. “You’re a very beautiful witch.”

She gripped his shoulders, taking in a quivering breath as he entered her. She bit her lower lip, her brow furrowed as Pansy felt him fill her, her inner muscled clamped around him and she let out a low groan. Her hand flew to the back of his head, her fingers thread through his dark, tousled locks as he played with her breasts with his mouth. She moved her hips, needing to feel the friction of the base of his cock against her clit.

”All that’s yours, huh?” It seemed a matter of seconds passed beside he realized what happened. He groaned in response to her quick actions, a shiver shooting up his body. He gripped her thigh as she started a pace, his hips pushing into her hand. He leaned his head against the couch cushion, letting his body become relaxed. “I want to.” He said a little quicker than he wanted to, but her gaze was too intense, her hand a little too slow and her mouth a little too smug with her grin. It didn’t help that she was currently straddling his lap and her thin panties was the only other barrier between them. “I want to do this.”

She smirked and nodded at his question. It was more than clear of course he wanted exactly what she wanted. Pansy held the evidence in her hand. She grinned at his quicksilver response to her question. 

“But you left me alone, Duncan,” she pouted prettily, accio’ing her wand and casting an Evanesco to vanish her lacy knickers. She was bare now, wet against his thighs.  She blinked at him, rubbing her lower lips against his leg, needing the friction as she continued to her handplay.

He could sense her confusion. He learned from past failed relationships that forcing yourself on someone wasn’t the way to go about trying to keep a relationship thriving. And he wanted to go far with Pansy. Even though there was a lot of sexual tension between them, he didn’t want to keep pushing it on her if she didn’t want it. He watched her pull the sweater overhead, feeling her feather touches. 

He rested his hands on her hips and let his hand move slowly underneath the oversized top. He looked down as she rested her hands on his thighs, pulling her in closer. He laughed softly at what he thought she meant by her pants, letting out a short sigh. His hips rose to her touch, listening to the shift of her voice. “Mhmmm, then why don’t you come get what’s yours?” He said, one of his hands coming around to rest on her inner thigh

Her gaze, which had fallen to watch her hand, rose at his response. Her hazel eyes met his and she licked her lips, a brow rising. 

Green? It took him a moment to recall that she’d suggested green for ‘get on with it’ earlier. The man wrapped his arms around her, stroking through her dark hair as she straddled him. The man began to rock his hips under her. “You’re soaking for me Pansy.” He observed, whispering into her ear. 

She’d wanted.... needed the hug and hadn’t known how to ask and she’d basked in the warmth and strength of his arms before his movements below took a decidedly different turn. She shut her eyes and listened to him make his observations about her traitorous body. Yes, she decided silently, she most assuredly wanted him, but she needed his comfort before proceeding.

Pansy inhaled deeply and pulled away, her fingers resting agains this broad shoulders.

“Pandora? Well Pandora, it does seem a shame to keep this hidden. Perhaps I shall forbid you from clothes whilst here.” He mused, glancing at her to gauge her reaction as he stripped her. He could see the glistening between her thighs and he couldn’t help but lick his lips. Neville had a small smirk on his lips as he surveyed the witch’s naked frame. 

Meet Again

“Men are simple. It doesn’t take a lot to make us happy.” He said, watching her grab her breasts. He pushed his lips out as he tried to distract himself. Again, he didn’t want to push her to do anything she didn’t want to do. He laughed as she asked for the sweater, pulling at it. “Like I said, I would not be offended if you were naked. Or if you were in a mood for something more….. though I don’t want to push you if you didn’t want to.” He assured her, smiling back as he pulled at the sweater. “You want this? Take it.” He pulled the sweater halfway up, pointing at the clothing.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, tilting her head at him as she considered his assurance that he was easy to please. Pansy licked her lips and wondered at his reticence to take hold of her and drive himself into her body like most men would.

 It was ... different, she decided, but familiar somehow. Only one other man had taken care to make sure she was willing. She shook her head of the memories of this bespectacled, green-eyed wizard to focus on the muggle man in front of her. 

“Of course you may.” Harry replied with a slight smile, running his finger down her cheek. “You may touch me anywhere.” He whispered while he looked at her. with interest. He wondered whether she remembered her safeword? In all honesty even if she just asked to stop, he would. He preferred safewords for when things were intense, but when it was obvious the submissive involved wasn’t comfortable he was happy to put a stop on whatever they were doing. 

They were still playing it seemed. She smiled a closed-lipped smile and reached out to stroke the fringe at his forehead. With a fingertip she traced the lightning bolt scar. Her tongue slipped past her lips as she lifted herself up out of her satiated lounge. 

He’d said she could touch him anywhere, she reminded herself.

Pansy shifted in his lap, straddling him, who was still fully clothed. She tilted her head and stared into his glorious green eyes. She placed both her hands on his neck, sliding her fingers down his throat, measuring the breadth of his shoulders and glorying in the length of his well-muscled arms. Her hands reached his. Taking his fingers with her own, she guided his hands to wrap around her. When she was within his embrace, Pansy wrapped her arms around him, cuddling into his warmth. She lowered her head into the crook of his neck and deeply breathed in the scent of him. 

Meet Again

He turned his whole body to watch the commotion, surprised to see the water whisked away and the kitchen starting to look normal again. As if some invisible force was pushing ahead and fixing what was wrong. He glanced down at her, laughing, “I think the only reason why I would ever want to do magic would be for that reason right there.” He fixed himself on the couch to face her fully again. He sat up straighter, lending his hand down so that she could take his hand to help her up off the floor.

“Not that I am complaining about it, but would you like to put some more clothes on?” He asked. “I mean, I think this is a good look for you personally. But I get it if you want to.” He didn’t want her to think that he was only after the physical aspects of their relationship. Though it is quite enjoyable with her, he didn’t want her to think he only wanted to be with her because of that. “Or would you like to roam around half naked.” He smirked softly, shrugging his shoulders

She laughed at his comment and looked down at her naked breasts when he pointed out that she may want to get dressed. She shrugged her shoulders and climbed back onto the sofa after he helped her up. She cupped her breasts and turned toward him. “These are funny things,” she declared. “Men seem to like them a lot.” Pansy looked up at him. “If I cover up, you’ll have to help me.” 

Neville smirked whilst he looked into the girl’s eyes. “Oh? What is that then?” The man asked as his hands slid down her body and into her knickers, his eyes locked onto her own as his hands wandered. He had to admit, having this position of power over the dark-haired witch was certainly interesting. 

Her lower lip slipped between her teeth when she felt his hand slide against the part of her that no one else had ever touched. She blinked up at him, his question coming at her from far away. “Pandora,” she breathed. “My full name is Pandora.”