Prompt: This Tastes Great

Pairing: Pots N Pans

Rating: M for sex and swearing

A late night in the auror's office.

And Pansy hands were clutching Harry's jet black hair, as his face was buried in her vagina.

They had not too long ago finished a five day stakeout where tensions were high and emotions were everywhere.

The pair of them shouldn't have been like this. Truth be told, Pansy and Harry absolutely despised each other. It had been that way since their first year of Hogwarts, and their hatred for each other had magnified when they had been partnered up for a high profile case.

Harry hated the Slytherin's arrogance, her pride, her manner of not thinking about anyone but herself. While Pansy loathed Harry's can do attitude, his short temper, and his annoying Gryffindor do gooder hero complex. If they could kill each other, be it magic or the muggle way, they would do it with no hesitation.

And yet here they were, Pansy thrown across Harry's disheveled desk, her legs holding Harry's head in place while his tongue was flicking over her labia.

Fuck, this tastes great." said Harry from the depths of Pansy's pussy."

"Shut up and eat me, Potter." breathed Pansy, trying to ignore the fact that she was only seconds away from losing her mind.

Harry did as he was told, nibbling on her clit, causing waves upon waves of pleasure to wash over Pansy like a violent tsunami. Pansy tried desperately to keep inside how divine Harry was making her feel, now with every nibble, every hum, every lick, he was bring her closer and closer to her breaking point.

She was about to happily climax, when Harry lifted his head, lips glistening with her wetness.

"What the fuck Potter!" yelled Pansy in frustration.

"Oh, I'm not fucking done with you." said Harry, as he dragged her by her legs to the edge of his desk and hoisted her up. Pansy got a good look into Harry's eyes. They looked wild, primal, as if he were an animal that was waiting to sink his claws into her. The look alone sent a happy chill up her spine.

Harry spun Pansy around so she was facing the desk. He then bent her over it, yanking down his pants and briefs in one pull.

While normally Harry was a passionate lover, and would take it slow and steady, he knew that it wasn't what Pansy wanted. Pansy wasn't the kind to make love. She wanted to be fucked. And fucked was exactly why Harry was going to do.

He slammed his dick deep within Pansy's surprisingly tight hole, causing her to cry out in delirious pleasure mixed with pain. She had no idea that Harry was so well endowed, nor did she even imagine that he would be so rough.

She moaned as Harry grabbed at her short black hair, pulling her head from his desk so he could hear her more clearly. Pansy gripped the sides of the desk as Harry rammed himself inside of her as far as he could go, smacking her ass as he did so.

"Holy fuck, Harry!" cried out Pansy , making Harry even more excited, as she never called him by his first name before.

Harry yanked himself out of her, flipped her over, and pushed her onto the desk so he could face her. He then climbed over top of her, thrusting himself into her again while looking into her glossy sea green eyes.

As badly as Pansy felt she should close her eyes to keep from staring, she simply couldn't help it. Harry was making her feel sexual satisfaction that she had never thought possible. He was commanding her body with his eyes, she felt as if she was falling under a spell as he moved in and out of her.

Harry hissed as her nicely manicured nails were scratching down his forearm so hard, that it looked like a kneazle had clawed him. The pain only made him want her more, causing him to move faster, and deeper.

They came at the same time, both of them feeling as if they had awakened a deeper power within each other. They panted as they looked at each other, their minds slowly coming back to reality.

Harry climbed off of of her reluctantly, instantly missing her warmth as he pulled out of her. Pansy laid here now staring at the ceiling, wondering what she should do next.

She sat up to see Harry staring at her as if she were an enigma. "Something wrong, Potter?" she asked.

"I'm trying to figure out if I still loathe your existence." he said as he put back on his bottoms.

Pansy smirked. "You don't want to like me. If you liked me, you wouldn't fuck me like you did a second time."

"Who said anything about this happening a second time?"

Pansy chuckled. "Oh please, Potter. Like you could really quit me."