(A/N: Rated M for mature content: graphic content and language.
I don't own any of the characters... just wanted to make them do perverted things. ;)
Warnings/tags: AU/EWE. FemSlash. Oral Sex. Sex toys. Surprisingly fluffy. Everyone is gay LOL. Not Britpicked.
Enjoy.)
As soon as Pansy tells me "Wear the pink skirt, babe" with a wink and a smirk, I know what kind of night we'll have. I don't think I have to embarrass myself by sharing how fast I ran upstairs to change.
We go out, as usual on a Friday, to one of the local Muggle clubs. As most of our group of friends are happily ensconced in same sex couplings, we usually found clubs in Muggle LGBT areas. Being well known in the Wizarding World, and most of us shying away from the attention, we all seem to feel a bit more comfortable in the Muggle areas. Tonight isn't any different.
I'm comfortably snuggled in the tiny booth with Pansy, giggling and enjoying watching our friends dance and have fun.
Not unlike most outings, Harry and Draco are practically fucking on the dance floor, shirtless and grinding and swaying with the loud thumping beat. Luna is draped happily across Ginny's lap while she mixes various Muggle liquors and testes the concoctions with varying reactions. I'm always amazed at how much that woman can drink; it's nearly unnatural how much alcohol that small witch can consume with no effect. I idly wonder what a drunk Luna would be like as I sip my own drink. Blaise, oddly shy with Neville on the other side of the bar, is something I would probably never get used to. I could easily handle him and Neville being together, it was the shyness that made my mind boggle. In all the years I've known the ex-Slytherin, "shy" isn't never a word I would have associated with him. It didn't seem to matter if they were out at a club or lounging in one of their homes, Blaise was reserved and shy whenever he was around Neville. And Neville is completely smitten with Blaise and amazingly forward with him. It's like they've traded personalities—at least how they were in school. They're sitting close together, Blaise with an arm resting awkwardly across Neville's shoulders and Neville looks to be trying his damnedest to be in the other wizard's lap (with little success).
Pansy is being absolutely unfair; her hand hasn't wandered from my naked thigh most of the night and occasionally she'll brush a thumb against the ever moistening fabric of my panties. The thin fabric is enough to truly drive me insane by the lack of direct touch and pressure. I've had to stop her wicked hand—and talented fingers—from sliding under the elastic at least twice or I would have done something highly indecent in public. This is probably exactly what the evil woman wants.
I check the Muggle watch I'm wearing and lean in close to her when I notice it's nearing 1 am and murmur this fact in her ear. Luna looks up—I can't figure out how in Merlin's name she heard me—her sky blue eyes dreamy but twinkling lightly, and sends us a leering grin. I still can't handle seeing a grin like that on her sweet face and have to wonder if maybe she's been around the Weasleys (or the ex-Slytherins) too much.
"Yes, Pans," Luna giggles, covering her mouth with her hand, "it's getting late." She then turns to Ginny and throws her arms around the red head's neck, burying her face in the red hair Ginny has artfully pulled into a side pony-tail and mutters something that causes the red-haired witch to grin and nod enthusiastically. With a lascivious wink, Luna is up and walking towards Harry and Draco, while making obscene—but accurate—hand gestures to Pansy. I can't help but laugh when Pansy blushes and clamps her hand harder on my thigh in retaliation. Honestly; like her hand being on me is supposed to be punishment.
"I'll let the other boys know the girls are leaving," Luna shouts and dances away to where Neville and Blaise are -finally- attached at the mouth across the club. I watch her go with a giggle; she's not even dancing to the same beat, seeming to go with one she alone hears.
Pansy laughs, shaking her head, and shifts in her seat to face me, sliding her hand further up my leg until she's practically buried in my panties. "Wackos. We hang out with wackos, babe." She smirks, shaking her head in mock exasperation and quickly pecks a chaste kiss on my lips. She leans back just as quickly, smirking as I unconsciously follow her with my mouth. "Let's go. They won't miss us."
I can't agree more and place my hand over hers and lean in close, knowing I'm giving her a spectacular view down my top. She picked the frilly pink thing I can barely call a bra and her gaze snaps to it immediately as her tongue pokes out to wet her bottom lip. I hear her mutter something to a deity and she grabs my hand and practically drags me to the bathroom. After a quick glance to make sure it's empty, she Apparates us home and is attacking my lips with hers before I can blink. I can't help but moan, she's been teasing me all night, practically fingering me while we were out.
"Fuck, Hermione," Pansy moans softly as her hands dive into my hair. I've cut it short and managed to tame it with Pansy's help (and ridiculously expensive hair potions) so it's soft and curly. She can't keep her hands out of it when we're alone. She abruptly steps back and mutters, "I'm going to change, go make us some tea."
I'm confused and thrown by the subject change until I see the near feral look in her eye. Her gorgeous chocolate eyes look more like dark chocolate and I can't help licking my lips. I grin, kiss her hard and immediately head towards the kitchen with a saucy wink. She lingers a moment to watch me walk away before I hear her practically run up the stairs. I smile and get busy making tea. I know she'll be a few moments, so I make it by hand. I can't stomach Conjured tea, and I know Pansy will scoff and turn that well-bred nose up at it, too. Just as I'm taking out the tea leaves and adding sugar—and a paper thin slice of lemon for hers—I hear her coming back down stairs. I quickly grab the mugs, cast a light cooling charm on them so we don't have to wait long to enjoy it and meet her in the living room.
Pansy is parked on the love seat, a fitted light pink button down on over a pair of Muggle jeans. I let my eyes roam over her; she knows I love when she wears Muggle jeans. They do amazing things for her ass; not that I can see it, but I can easily imagine. I smile at her as I hand her her tea and settle on the small sofa next to her. I barely get two sips of my tea before she's gently but insistently taking my mug and placing it on the table with hers.
"C'mere," Pansy murmurs, grabbing my hips and sliding me onto her lap. I smile and allow her to move me as she pleases. She's in one of her moods, which I already knew was coming when she told me to wear the skirt earlier, and it's sexy as fuck when she gets in it. As soon as I slide onto her lap, straddling her hips, I settle onto her thighs and feel the hard bulge in her jeans. I close my eyes and moan softly and I know she's happy at my response.
I don't try to analyze and understand why she likes to wear the fake purple cock and I think it's one of the reasons she's been able to embrace it. She made it clear, as if I needed the clarification, that she doesn't want to have a dick, she just likes to wear one sometimes. I honestly don't care. I love when she fucks me with it. I know she loves to fuck me with it. I love the erotic look of her feminine body with that fake purple cock. I think it was the third time she wore it when I gave her a 'blow job' and she came just from that; she claims otherwise, but I'm certain she even blacked out for a moment, as well. It was the first time she said she loved me, too. I already knew she did, she's shown it often enough, but it was amazing to hear it. So, yeah; I'm completely cool with it.
I'm never sure how this will evolve, so I always let her dictate what happens. I never want to push her past what she's comfortable with but I also want to please her. It's a fine balancing act I have no problem walking. I've already learned she likes to stay clothed, but I'm now allowed to unbutton her shirt and at least play with her tits like I like. She doesn't take off her jeans, just unzips and slides them slightly so the zipper is clear of our activities.
I can't keep my hands to myself anymore, so I slide one down her stomach to graze over the zipper over the hard bulge and practically purr in her ear as she moans softly in response. I know she can't feel much, but just the action is what turns her on. I can practically feel her eyes watching every move I make.
The first time I touched her like this, I couldn't help but ask if she thought I needed the fake purple cock. I don't. I'm not sure if mentioning the fact that if I wanted a cock, I'd be with a guy was a wise idea at the moment so I didn't and resisted the urge to make a juvenile "Eww boys" comment as well. Pansy was quiet for a moment and murmured, "I don't know, do you?"
I immediately shook my head. I made sure my hands were firmly on her soft tits when I answered, "I only need you."
Pansy blinked before she smiled and shook her head. "Well, good. I don't either. I just like to wear one. Sometimes. If you don't mind it..." she'd trailed off and I was amazed to see her blush. Pansy rarely blushes. I can't imagine falling for her more or caring for her more, but I did at that point. I know it sounds weird, but that's how it is. I think if she only was able to be with me with the purple cock, I'd worry. It's so rarely brought into our sex life, I just figure it's a Pansy quirk and let it go at that.
"Lift up," Pansy whispers and I immediately shift so I can lift one leg and her hands are diving under my skirt and she slides my panties down and off one leg. I don't bother to lift the other leg, I just let them dangle from my ankle. Her fingers graze along my outer lips and I can feel her breath hitch as she feels how wet I am.
"I've been wet all fucking night," I murmur into her ear, licking along the outer shell before I latch on and suck gently at the sensitive skin just behind her ear. "You've been driving me insane." I can't help the whimper I let loose as her fingers slip, slide and graze along and spread wetness even more. I grind down into her hips slightly and trap her hand between us, leaving only enough of a gap for her to be able to move and wiggle a bit.
She arches slightly, pressing both her purple cock and fingers into my pussy and I whimper again. "Fuck," I moan softly and my fingers are fumbling for her shirt buttons next. As I try to get the small plastic pieces through the holes, I growl and give up. With a yank, I pull the shirt apart and grin at her incredulous stare as the buttons go flying everywhere. I grin when I hear the soft plink of the landing buttons. Oh yes. When I see the pleased look on her face, I decide I will be doing that again. She's trying to look annoyed but her cheeks are pink and her eyes are heavy with arousal. She can bitch all she wants; I read her way too well to know she's truly annoyed.
My gaze eagerly travels the length of her body I can see. "So beautiful, so soft," I murmur as my hands slide along her sides and hips. I love her body and I tell her so. She's so perfect. I love her soft belly that rounds slightly before dipping and widening a bit towards her hips. I love her breasts. I could lay my face between them until I suffocated.
I must have licked my lips as I peruse her because her eyes are drawn to them and she's attached to them a moment later. Softly but passionately she's kissing me. I moan softly into her mouth; I never tire of kissing her. Her tongue grazes along the seam of my lips and I happily oblige her wishes and stroke her tongue with mine. She's not big on jamming her tongue in my mouth, which suits me fine. She lightly sucks and nibbles on my bottom lip before pulling away.
Her eyes are dark and I practically moan at her lustful gaze. "Unclasp me," Pansy quietly demands and I notice for the first time she's wearing a front hooked bra.
I fumble with the clasp like an overexcited virgin in my haste to free her and moan happily when I can cup her soft breasts in my hands. She sighs softly—whether in pleasure or resignation, I'm not sure and frankly don't care right now—and leans back slightly, giving me room to fondle and caress as her arms lay placidly next to her. I can't keep my mouth off them and soon have one rapidly hardening nipple in my mouth so I can lick, nibble and suck. I can feel her hands slide along my ass and hips, sliding along my belly before dipping to work on my pussy again; slow languid strokes along the outer lips and I'm practically panting against her nipple and writhing like a bitch in heat. I know she's trying to distract me and I'm trying not to let her. I'm amazed and grateful she's giving me such free reign on her breasts I don't want to be distracted to waste the moment. I gently cup and knead them, loving the feel of the soft weight in my hands.
I regretfully release one of her breasts and let my hand slide down her soft skin, delighting in the slightly quivering stomach muscles as I slide down to unsnap her jeans. I can do it one handed now and grin as I slide the zipper down. She moans but stills my hand a moment. I look up and bite my lip, unsure if this is something new or not. She smiles, and leans forward to kiss me again, her mouth immediately opening up and practically sucking my tongue down her throat. Apparently, she's quite pleased I didn't need to be asked. I groan and buck against her and she somehow smirks while still kissing me and lets go of my hand. I hurriedly continue in my task and reach down in her jeans and work the purple cock out.
As usual, she closes her eyes and moans loudly, mostly in relief. I can only imagine it's uncomfortable having that thing smashed up against her. It's slightly wet, apparently she had it nestled near her pussy and the idea of it being slick with her makes my pussy clench. "Oh fuck," I breathe and I can't help it. I've got to suck it off. I slide my fingers down the rubbery plastic and find her sopping pussy so I can smear more of her come all over that purple plastic before I slide off, down her legs to kneel in front of her and let my tongue slide all over it.
Her eyes are riveted to me, dark and heavily lidded as I alternately lick it with my tongue and suck on it. I have no idea if you'd suck a real cock that way (I make a mental note to ask Harry or Draco) but she's loving it. I smile and let the rounded head pop out of my mouth, licking my lips in what I know to be an obscene manner and let it slap on my chin. Her eyes go wide and her mouth parts in surprise and pleasure. I can't focus on a proper suck off anymore, I just wanted to clean her come off it. I can feel my own pussy dripping now, actually running down my thigh. I really want to reach down but I restrain myself somehow.
"Pansy," I murmur, resting my cheek along her thigh and looking up at her through my lashes.
"Yes, Hermione?" Pansy breathes, most likely fully aware of what I'm going to say, if that lusty tone of voice is any indicator.
I crawl back up into her lap, grab her hand and place it over my pussy. She moans and her fingers seem to have a mind of their own as one slides over my clit and two others easily pop into me. I cant my hips towards her. I moan and lean back. "Pansy," I say again, waiting until her attention is off my slick pussy and on my face. "Fuck me," I whisper.
Pansy grins and pulls her hand away it so fast I actually hear a slick sounding 'pop'. She briefly slides one in her mouth. Oh, that's so fucking hot and I lick my lips and moan. I shiver with her touch as one slides along my hip and the other is gripping the purple cock after she slides her slick hand down it once. Usually, she likes to position me so I wait as patiently as I can while she gets a good grip on it. "Lift up," she murmurs again and I gladly move my knees so I can ease my hips up. Her free hand slides around and she briefly pets my pussy before she slips two fingers in so she can part me and gently ease the purple cock in. "Now, slowly slide down," she instructs in a low, breathy voice.
I moan as I feel her touch me and I bite my lip as I feel the blunt rubbery head slip inside me. I moan softly. It's not a big cock, probably what would be considered average or even small, but we don't use it often and it feels huge as it slides into me with an obscene, erotic wet squelch. I'm dripping. I look down and I can actually see a little trickle down the side and pooling on the fake flat little purple balls and it's so fucking hot, I whimper.
Pansy immediately arches her hips into the seat away from me and stops me from sliding down again by cupping my ass and looks at me, her eyes worried and intent. "Are you alright, love?" She's almost about to pull out when I slam myself down the rest of the way. Merlin, I'm glad that thing isn't bigger or it probably would have hurt instead of feel amazing. I know she wants fast and dirty but I cup her cheek and smile, warmed and completely smitten by her concern.
"I'm amazing, Pans" I say. "Look down." I slide myself up just a bit and I know she can see what I saw when her eyes go wide and she groans and her head flops forward to rest on my chest.
"Fuck, that's—" Pansy pants, her forehead resting on my collarbone for a moment, "So fucking hot." She moans and circles her hips a few times. "Are you ready?"
I want to roll my eyes. Of course I'm ready; I've been ready since she told me to wear the skirt. Instead, I nod and shift my knees and hips so I can move easier. I lean down and kiss her, loving when she opens her mouth and gently nibbles my bottom lip before sliding her tongue along mine for just a moment. I hear Pansy's husky voice whisper in my ear, "Move", her hands settle on my hips and she slowly guides me up and down.
I've long since given up on finding out how she gets off when she fucks me this way. Last time I asked, she could only shrug and say 'I just do'. I don't care anymore, really. She comes, that's all that really matters to me.
I can't help but pick up the pace, especially when her hands leave my hips and are sliding up my hips and sides to cover my breasts as they bounce and jiggle slightly in her cupped hands. I remember the first time I felt awkward and embarrassed in such a position, but I've also long since given up worrying when I see Pansy look at them, at me, with fierce want and desire in her eyes. I pause when she plucks at the hem of my tank top, stopping just long enough for Pansy to pull it off over my head, and I'm only in the ridiculously frilly bra for a moment. Her hands dip into the cups and I can only wonder why she doesn't just take it off when she slides the padded material down. I look down and frown slightly at the image. My tits are pulled out and are now jiggling obscenely over the frilly pink lace. Pansy's eyes are riveted and her thumbs graze along my nipples hard enough to make me arch my back and moan wantonly at the sensation. I decide to go with it as she gently squeezes them before lowering her mouth to nip and suck.
I slow my hips a moment, I don't want to come yet and I can tell Pansy isn't ready yet. Her hips jerk and she practically slams into me. "Oomph, Pansy" I nearly shriek. I cant my hips again, needing more pressure on my clit and Pansy takes over fucking me. Her hands are back on my hips and she's sliding her hands along the skin there, her fingers tickling along my ass on occasion before she grips and holds me so she can burrow the purple cock into me again. My head falls back in bliss as she slides in and out of me and I feel her lips sliding along my neck. I want to look, I want to see how the hell she's able to contort herself to do that but it feels too good to move. I can feel one of her hands move again and slide along my belly. I look down, and see her thumb slide between our bodies. I shudder and moan at the added stimulation, much to Pansy's delight.
"Are you going to come, Hermione?" Pansy whispers, panting slightly and I can only hope she's ready too. "Are you going to scream my name?" she asks in a low, demanding tone before nipping my neck sharply.
I can feel her hips rotate again, sliding that purple cock in circles around my tight walls and her thumb presses and rubs my clit. I nod weakly as I feel my orgasm fast approaching. Knowing what she's looking for, I manage to whimper a soft "Pansy" and she practically growls at me which sends a tingle through my core.
"I want you to scream my name, love," Pansy groans. "Come on, baby." I can tell by how her hips are stuttering now she's coming and I clamp my pussy around the purple cock, wishing I had my fingers or tongue near her. The fact that I can't feel her or taste her as she loses control is the only downside to her fucking me like this. I want to whimper with frustration and pleasure.
I work my hips with her; I can feel my orgasm and I unlock my throat and start chanting her name. "Pansy Pansy Pansy." I let my voice get louder, until I finally feel my orgasm tearing through me and I scream "Pansy!" just like she wants. I hope, somewhere in the back of my lust addled mind, that Ginny and Luna haven't come home yet; I don't look forward to them hearing me moaning and screaming like a slut.
Pansy's panting for sure now and I don't let her stop as I ride out my orgasm. She knows I can come a few more times but I don't think either of us have the energy at the moment and frankly this orgasm is enough to turn me into goo. She stops and I slow my movements and flop forwards so I can rest on her chest. I scoot down slightly, careful to keep the purple cock in me like she likes, so I can lick between her breasts and rest my cheek on one fleshy swell. I let my tongue dart out to occasionally lick and taste her. She's so fucking delicious. I nibble her lightly and giggle when she twitches and moans softly.
"Amazing," Pansy murmurs into my hair. I can only chuckle weakly and nod my agreement. "I think next time—" She pauses long enough I'm forced to lean back so I can look at her and wonder at what's causing her to blush. Her cheeks are so pink, I'm amazed she's still looking at me.
"What?" I whisper, my hand cupping her warm cheek. I bring my other hand up to cup the other cheek and softly kiss her. I slide my lips along her jaw and nuzzle behind her ear. "Tell me. You have to know by now there's not a damn thing I'd deny you," I murmur, hoping she'll hear the sincerity and gain courage to tell me whatever perverted thing just flitted through her mind.
She tilts her face down before she looks at me again and I want to be shocked by her quiet "Really?" but I'm not. She's still getting used to how accepting I am of this whole situation. We've been together almost four years but I only found out about this about two years ago and she's only fucked me with her fake purple cock about four or five times all together. I can't decide if she's scared to get it out more often or if she just doesn't need to.
I lean back to look at her, my hand sliding down to rest on her chest right between her magnificent breasts, and nod firmly. "Really. You don't have to tell me, of course, I won't make you. I just want you to know you can. I won't judge you, Pansy. I think I've shown how accepting I am," I say with a cheeky smile as I twitch and grind my hips to illustrate my point.
She throws her head back and laughs and I lick my lips when I look at her gorgeous pale throat. I lean forward and nibble on the soft skin. She sighs a soft moan, her hands slide up and rub circles along my back before she clears her throat. "I know, and you're amazing." She leans down, her finger under my chin pulls my face up to her and she kisses me softly. She heaves a heavy sigh and releases it slowly. "I think next time, I want to fuck you up against a wall or on the table" she says quickly, quietly, and nods her head towards the dining room.
I stare at her, I know my eyes are wide and shocked and before she can get self conscious or take my reaction wrong, I slap a hand on her chest. "But we eat there!" I huff prudishly and I hope she can see that I'm teasing. I am, of course. The very idea had me nearly bouncing in her lap again. It might be a bit awkward, but now that she's brought it up I really really want to try it. As she grins, I relax and bite my lip as I pretend to think about it. "Oh, alright. But we're doing it on Ginny's side."
Her grin is wicked and she practically crushes me to her in a tight hug. I'm probably not supposed to hear the whispered 'I love you' but I do and I let my hands wander up to slide through her soft dark strands. I sigh and whisper it back, not really caring if she hears me but hoping she does.
Perfect.
Minor edits made: 7/21/17
