The Wall (Pansy/Ginny, NC-17)
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hpkinkfestTitle: The Wall
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andymort
My own prompt: Pansy/Ginny, Hogwarts!era, bondage
Kink Showcased: BDSM, partially clothed sex
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Pansy/Ginny
Summary: Of course Pansy had already known that Ginny Weasley was tied up against the wall of the Potions classroom, but nothing had prepared her for actually seeing it in person.
Content Notes/Warnings: Femmeslash, bondage, D/s, slapping, orgasm denial, partially clothed sex, hair-pulling, object penetration (toys), cunnilingus
Word Count: 2177
Author's Notes: The first time I attempted to write an angry one-off with these girls, it ended up kinky yet so fluffy that I started craving marshmallows. I hope did at least a bit better this time! Infinite thanks and cookies to the lovelycelta_diabolica for beta reading!
“Finally! Somebody – get me out of this thing! Please, I was Stunned and woke up here. Get me out – we need to get to the Headmaster!”
The classroom is a bit chilly, but not so much that it’s uncomfortable. It feels strange to be here without the usual fumes of in-progress potions and their ingredients, but Pansy doesn’t mind. She’d rather not risk knocking anything over and turning into a Flobberworm or falling into a vat of Polyjuice Potion – she’s heard rumours about the latter happening and the boy in question dissolving into some sort of purple jelly.
“What are you, deaf or something? Get me out of here, Parkinson!”
She looks around the room, feigning mild interest but pointedly ignoring the wall on her left side. It’s been a while since her last visit to Snape’s classroom, but it looks as it always did, with its work tables surrounded by rickety chairs, large mahogany teacher’s desk, and the worn-out blackboard covering most of the back wall. Pansy hangs her bag on the back of the chair closest to her and sits down, and after a moment’s hesitation she lifts her feet to rest on the desk in front of her. Imagining Snape’s face if he could see her right now, she lets out a little laugh and leans back, balancing the chair on its back legs.
“… the fuck is this, Parkinson, get me out of here, you bitch, I’m going to …”
When she can no longer ignore the thrashing and cursing coming from the other side of the room, Pansy sighs and gets up. Loosening her tie and taking off her robes, she turns to face the left wall.
What she sees takes her breath away. Of course she’d already known that Ginny Weasley was tied up against the wall of the Potions classroom, but nothing had prepared her for actually seeing it in person. She is wearing the skirt, shirt, and tie issued by Hogwarts to every girl, but Pansy swears a Shrinking Charm’s been cast on them, because during all her years in Hogwarts she’s never seen a shirt that tight or a skirt that short.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, you cow? Get me out of these!”
“No, I don’t think I will,” Pansy replies calmly, head cocked. “You’re a lot prettier when you’re not throwing hexes.”
For a moment, the only noise in the room comes from the heaving breaths of the tied-up girl, and Pansy can’t help admiring her breasts as they attempt to snap the buttons of the restraining shirt.
“Come on, Parkinson!” Ginny says as she resumes her struggling. “You’ll be fucking expelled for this, not to mention the Ministry’s – what are you doing?”
Pansy walks slowly towards the other girl, eyes raking over her thighs and the curve of her hips. “Shut up, Weasley, will you? You can curse all you want; it won’t change a thing.” She loosens her tie further and slips it off, tossing it on the floor. “You’re all mine now.”
“Yours? What the fuck? Let me go right now or –”
Pansy laughs, unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt. “Or you’ll what? There’s a Silencing Charm around the room, you haven’t got your wand, and in case you haven’t noticed you’re tied up against a wall. In fact … Silencio!” With a negligent wave of her own wand, Pansy silences Ginny, quite tired of her cursing. She continues unbuttoning her blouse while Ginny is still mouthing furiously at her, but no sound is coming out. Pansy is delighted to notice how the redhead is no longer staring at her face, but at the skin that’s being slowly uncovered.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” Pansy says quietly, looking Ginny in the eye as she steps closer. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you look at me. Sucking on your quill with that pretty little mouth of yours, playing with your hair …” She reaches out and her hand touches a red lock that has escaped from the haphazard ponytail. “Only one thing left to do, I guess.” She raises her wand and lifts the Silencing Charm.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” Pansy comes even closer, so close that she can smell the other girl’s shampoo. Strawberry, and a hint of something else … rhubarb, maybe? “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll Finite everything and go away.”
“What do you care if I want it or not?” Ginny spits out. “You’re a Slytherin.”
Pansy’s fists clench, and she has to use all her self-control to keep from slapping the infuriating girl in front of her. “Slytherin or not, Weasley, I’m not in the habit of raping people. Tell me you don’t want it, and we’ll forget this ever happened.”
“What?” Ginny glares at her, furiously tugging at her restraints. “Are you out of your –”
Pansy cuts her off before she can finish her sentence. “Say ‘no.’ Say it. Now.”
“But –”
“Tell me you don’t want me.”
For a moment the other girl continues to struggle against her bonds. Then, looking utterly defeated, she closes her eyes and stills. “Fuck you, Parkinson.”
As Pansy takes in these words, she is hit by a wave of arousal so powerful that her knees very nearly give out. She leans with one hand on the wall right beside Ginny’s head, and her scowl slowly turns into a smirk. “That’s what I thought.”
As Ginny lifts her head, Pansy isn’t surprised to see that she is blushing furiously but looking defiantly into her eyes. Still smirking, Pansy touches her for the first time, running her hand slowly up the other girl’s thigh. The exposed skin is fair, softer than she’d thought it would be, and feels so good that suddenly Pansy is very grateful that she doesn’t have the cock of a seventeen-year-old boy, or this could end very embarrassingly. As her hand moves further up, pushing the plain skirt up, she hears Ginny’s breath hitch and feels her own pulse quickening. When she gets high enough to feel the line of soft knickers, she stops and closes her eyes. Finally.
“Well, are you just going to stand there and smirk or actually do something?” Ginny’s voice is no less passionate than before, but now it has an edge that makes Pansy want to ... do something. She immediately takes her hand away and slaps the other girl straight across the cheek.
“Enough with the attitude,” she says and grasps Ginny’s ponytail. Frowning, she removes the tie holding it up, allowing the long fiery strands to fall free before taking hold of a handful and tugging. Ginny falls silent immediately. “Now, I’m going to release the ropes, and you’re going to do exactly what I say. No more, no less, and if I get any cheek I’m going to leave. Understood?”
She feels the other girl attempt to nod, but realising she can’t move her head she lets out a slightly choked “Yes.”
“Finite Incantatem.” The ropes binding Ginny disappear, and she lets out a small gasp, hands instinctively rubbing her sore wrists.
“Turn around,” Pansy commands, and when Ginny hesitates for a second she slaps the same cheek again, grabs her arm and turns her, slamming her against the wall. “I said, do exactly what I say.” Ginny nods.
Pansy is still pressed against her, tits shoved against her back and her perfect arse pushing against Pansy’s hips. “Spread your legs and lean on the wall with your arms,” she says, and Ginny obeys immediately, skirt riding up a bit as she does so. Both her heart and cunt thrumming with arousal, Pansy stays where she is but moves one hand to grasp the other girl’s hip and the other to her breasts. Ginny gasps as she pinches a nipple through the thin fabric of the shirt, and Pansy is delighted to feel that she isn’t wearing a bra. After a bit of fiddling she manages to undo a few buttons, enabling her to slide her hand to play with her bare nipple.
The loud whimper that Pansy hears when she moves her other hand from Ginny’s hip to press hard against her already wet knickers makes her lightheaded, and she is grateful to be able to lean on the other girl. As she starts to slowly rub in rhythm with the hand still on Ginny’s nipple, the whimpers grow louder, and after a while Ginny lets out a strangled “Please.” The sound goes straight to Pansy’s groin, and when she pulls back to lower Ginny’s knickers to the ground, her hands are shaking.
For a moment she just stands there and admires her handiwork: Ginny leaning against the wall, trembling with arousal, arse clearly visible from under her skirt. “Would you look at that,” she muses out loud. “I wonder what Potter would say if he saw you like this with me.”
“Shut up,” Ginny says immediately, and Pansy slaps her exposed buttocks hard.
“I’m afraid you don’t make the rules here, Weasley,” she says, watching a red palm print appear where she had slapped Ginny. She turns quickly to get something from her bag, something she’s been wanting to use for a long time.
She returns to press up against Ginny’s arse and back, and whispers in her ear, “Would you like me to fuck you, Weasley?” Ginny lets out a moan when she feels the tip of the dildo caressing her wet entrance. “Would you like me to fuck you so hard into this wall that you’ll have bruises?”
“Please,” Ginny manages to say in that breathless, strangled voice, “please, fuck me, oh, fuck ...”
Pansy roughly shoves the dildo in, and the sound that comes out of Ginny’s throat makes Pansy grateful that nobody can hear them outside. One hand pumping the makeshift cock in and out, Pansy lifts the other to Ginny’s neck and scratches hard, leaving long, pink lines, and then slaps her arse again. As Ginny’s moans become louder and louder, Pansy reaches her hand around again, finding Ginny’s clit and rubbing it in sync with the dildo.
“Fuck, yes, please, Merlin, fuck,” Ginny babbles as her legs start to shake, “please, I’m going to –”
But the moment Pansy hears the last words, she takes her hand away from between Ginny’s thighs and pulls the dildo out. “No, you’re not,” she growls. “You’re not going to come at all, and I’m going to come on your face.” She grabs a whimpering Ginny’s arm and turns her around, pulling her towards the chair from which her school bag is hanging.
Pansy pushes Ginny to the floor on her knees and orders her to stay there before chucking off her own knickers from under her skirt and sitting down on the chair, legs spread. She lifts her skirt, grabs a handful of red hair and pulls Ginny’s face to her crotch. “Lick,” she orders.
The moment Ginny presses her mouth against her cunt, Pansy realises that despite her lack of a cock, this is going to take an embarrassingly short time. Ginny’s tongue is hot and slick, and Pansy is pulling her face so hard to her crotch that she probably can’t breathe, but right now Pansy doesn’t care. After the torture of touching but not being touched, every lick feels like a tiny orgasm, and when she feels Ginny insert two fingers into her she cries out. She can already feel the heat pooling up in her cunt; her fingers clench Ginny’s hair harder, and when she feels Ginny moan against her she can’t stop it. Every single muscle in her body is contracting and she screams, still holding on to Ginny’s hair, feeling tears roll down her cheeks from pleasure like none she’s ever experienced.
Pansy feels Ginny remove her fingers and straighten her back, and there are soft hands helping her lie down on a surprisingly soft floor, and a familiar body curls around her, whispering sweet words into her ear.
When she is finally able to speak again, Pansy’s voice is raw and scratchy. “You’ve changed your shampoo,” she whispers, eyes still closed.
“Yes, I have,” Ginny says with a soft laugh. “You want some water?”
Pansy nods, and when Ginny rolls away she feels cold. Before she can say anything, however, Ginny is back, helping her sit up and handing her a goblet. Pansy drinks hungrily, and when the goblet is empty she flops back onto the soft carpet. “This room is amazing,” she says as Ginny lies back down next to her, hand caressing her abdomen.
“It really is,” Ginny replies and kisses her softly. “I refuse to believe that we’re the only ones using it for slightly different purposes than the DA back in fourth year.”
Pansy laughs, moving to rest her head on Ginny’s shoulder. “Me, too. Snape would probably have kittens if he saw us.”
A blanket appears next to them, and Pansy pulls it over them, feeling sleep taking over. All is well.
//Mods: partially clothed sex kink tag, and pp/gw tag? *bounces*
Author:
andymortMy own prompt: Pansy/Ginny, Hogwarts!era, bondage
Kink Showcased: BDSM, partially clothed sex
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Pansy/Ginny
Summary: Of course Pansy had already known that Ginny Weasley was tied up against the wall of the Potions classroom, but nothing had prepared her for actually seeing it in person.
Content Notes/Warnings: Femmeslash, bondage, D/s, slapping, orgasm denial, partially clothed sex, hair-pulling, object penetration (toys), cunnilingus
Word Count: 2177
Author's Notes: The first time I attempted to write an angry one-off with these girls, it ended up kinky yet so fluffy that I started craving marshmallows. I hope did at least a bit better this time! Infinite thanks and cookies to the lovely
celta_diabolica for beta reading!“Finally! Somebody – get me out of this thing! Please, I was Stunned and woke up here. Get me out – we need to get to the Headmaster!”
The classroom is a bit chilly, but not so much that it’s uncomfortable. It feels strange to be here without the usual fumes of in-progress potions and their ingredients, but Pansy doesn’t mind. She’d rather not risk knocking anything over and turning into a Flobberworm or falling into a vat of Polyjuice Potion – she’s heard rumours about the latter happening and the boy in question dissolving into some sort of purple jelly.
“What are you, deaf or something? Get me out of here, Parkinson!”
She looks around the room, feigning mild interest but pointedly ignoring the wall on her left side. It’s been a while since her last visit to Snape’s classroom, but it looks as it always did, with its work tables surrounded by rickety chairs, large mahogany teacher’s desk, and the worn-out blackboard covering most of the back wall. Pansy hangs her bag on the back of the chair closest to her and sits down, and after a moment’s hesitation she lifts her feet to rest on the desk in front of her. Imagining Snape’s face if he could see her right now, she lets out a little laugh and leans back, balancing the chair on its back legs.
“… the fuck is this, Parkinson, get me out of here, you bitch, I’m going to …”
When she can no longer ignore the thrashing and cursing coming from the other side of the room, Pansy sighs and gets up. Loosening her tie and taking off her robes, she turns to face the left wall.
What she sees takes her breath away. Of course she’d already known that Ginny Weasley was tied up against the wall of the Potions classroom, but nothing had prepared her for actually seeing it in person. She is wearing the skirt, shirt, and tie issued by Hogwarts to every girl, but Pansy swears a Shrinking Charm’s been cast on them, because during all her years in Hogwarts she’s never seen a shirt that tight or a skirt that short.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, you cow? Get me out of these!”
“No, I don’t think I will,” Pansy replies calmly, head cocked. “You’re a lot prettier when you’re not throwing hexes.”
For a moment, the only noise in the room comes from the heaving breaths of the tied-up girl, and Pansy can’t help admiring her breasts as they attempt to snap the buttons of the restraining shirt.
“Come on, Parkinson!” Ginny says as she resumes her struggling. “You’ll be fucking expelled for this, not to mention the Ministry’s – what are you doing?”
Pansy walks slowly towards the other girl, eyes raking over her thighs and the curve of her hips. “Shut up, Weasley, will you? You can curse all you want; it won’t change a thing.” She loosens her tie further and slips it off, tossing it on the floor. “You’re all mine now.”
“Yours? What the fuck? Let me go right now or –”
Pansy laughs, unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt. “Or you’ll what? There’s a Silencing Charm around the room, you haven’t got your wand, and in case you haven’t noticed you’re tied up against a wall. In fact … Silencio!” With a negligent wave of her own wand, Pansy silences Ginny, quite tired of her cursing. She continues unbuttoning her blouse while Ginny is still mouthing furiously at her, but no sound is coming out. Pansy is delighted to notice how the redhead is no longer staring at her face, but at the skin that’s being slowly uncovered.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” Pansy says quietly, looking Ginny in the eye as she steps closer. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you look at me. Sucking on your quill with that pretty little mouth of yours, playing with your hair …” She reaches out and her hand touches a red lock that has escaped from the haphazard ponytail. “Only one thing left to do, I guess.” She raises her wand and lifts the Silencing Charm.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” Pansy comes even closer, so close that she can smell the other girl’s shampoo. Strawberry, and a hint of something else … rhubarb, maybe? “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll Finite everything and go away.”
“What do you care if I want it or not?” Ginny spits out. “You’re a Slytherin.”
Pansy’s fists clench, and she has to use all her self-control to keep from slapping the infuriating girl in front of her. “Slytherin or not, Weasley, I’m not in the habit of raping people. Tell me you don’t want it, and we’ll forget this ever happened.”
“What?” Ginny glares at her, furiously tugging at her restraints. “Are you out of your –”
Pansy cuts her off before she can finish her sentence. “Say ‘no.’ Say it. Now.”
“But –”
“Tell me you don’t want me.”
For a moment the other girl continues to struggle against her bonds. Then, looking utterly defeated, she closes her eyes and stills. “Fuck you, Parkinson.”
As Pansy takes in these words, she is hit by a wave of arousal so powerful that her knees very nearly give out. She leans with one hand on the wall right beside Ginny’s head, and her scowl slowly turns into a smirk. “That’s what I thought.”
As Ginny lifts her head, Pansy isn’t surprised to see that she is blushing furiously but looking defiantly into her eyes. Still smirking, Pansy touches her for the first time, running her hand slowly up the other girl’s thigh. The exposed skin is fair, softer than she’d thought it would be, and feels so good that suddenly Pansy is very grateful that she doesn’t have the cock of a seventeen-year-old boy, or this could end very embarrassingly. As her hand moves further up, pushing the plain skirt up, she hears Ginny’s breath hitch and feels her own pulse quickening. When she gets high enough to feel the line of soft knickers, she stops and closes her eyes. Finally.
“Well, are you just going to stand there and smirk or actually do something?” Ginny’s voice is no less passionate than before, but now it has an edge that makes Pansy want to ... do something. She immediately takes her hand away and slaps the other girl straight across the cheek.
“Enough with the attitude,” she says and grasps Ginny’s ponytail. Frowning, she removes the tie holding it up, allowing the long fiery strands to fall free before taking hold of a handful and tugging. Ginny falls silent immediately. “Now, I’m going to release the ropes, and you’re going to do exactly what I say. No more, no less, and if I get any cheek I’m going to leave. Understood?”
She feels the other girl attempt to nod, but realising she can’t move her head she lets out a slightly choked “Yes.”
“Finite Incantatem.” The ropes binding Ginny disappear, and she lets out a small gasp, hands instinctively rubbing her sore wrists.
“Turn around,” Pansy commands, and when Ginny hesitates for a second she slaps the same cheek again, grabs her arm and turns her, slamming her against the wall. “I said, do exactly what I say.” Ginny nods.
Pansy is still pressed against her, tits shoved against her back and her perfect arse pushing against Pansy’s hips. “Spread your legs and lean on the wall with your arms,” she says, and Ginny obeys immediately, skirt riding up a bit as she does so. Both her heart and cunt thrumming with arousal, Pansy stays where she is but moves one hand to grasp the other girl’s hip and the other to her breasts. Ginny gasps as she pinches a nipple through the thin fabric of the shirt, and Pansy is delighted to feel that she isn’t wearing a bra. After a bit of fiddling she manages to undo a few buttons, enabling her to slide her hand to play with her bare nipple.
The loud whimper that Pansy hears when she moves her other hand from Ginny’s hip to press hard against her already wet knickers makes her lightheaded, and she is grateful to be able to lean on the other girl. As she starts to slowly rub in rhythm with the hand still on Ginny’s nipple, the whimpers grow louder, and after a while Ginny lets out a strangled “Please.” The sound goes straight to Pansy’s groin, and when she pulls back to lower Ginny’s knickers to the ground, her hands are shaking.
For a moment she just stands there and admires her handiwork: Ginny leaning against the wall, trembling with arousal, arse clearly visible from under her skirt. “Would you look at that,” she muses out loud. “I wonder what Potter would say if he saw you like this with me.”
“Shut up,” Ginny says immediately, and Pansy slaps her exposed buttocks hard.
“I’m afraid you don’t make the rules here, Weasley,” she says, watching a red palm print appear where she had slapped Ginny. She turns quickly to get something from her bag, something she’s been wanting to use for a long time.
She returns to press up against Ginny’s arse and back, and whispers in her ear, “Would you like me to fuck you, Weasley?” Ginny lets out a moan when she feels the tip of the dildo caressing her wet entrance. “Would you like me to fuck you so hard into this wall that you’ll have bruises?”
“Please,” Ginny manages to say in that breathless, strangled voice, “please, fuck me, oh, fuck ...”
Pansy roughly shoves the dildo in, and the sound that comes out of Ginny’s throat makes Pansy grateful that nobody can hear them outside. One hand pumping the makeshift cock in and out, Pansy lifts the other to Ginny’s neck and scratches hard, leaving long, pink lines, and then slaps her arse again. As Ginny’s moans become louder and louder, Pansy reaches her hand around again, finding Ginny’s clit and rubbing it in sync with the dildo.
“Fuck, yes, please, Merlin, fuck,” Ginny babbles as her legs start to shake, “please, I’m going to –”
But the moment Pansy hears the last words, she takes her hand away from between Ginny’s thighs and pulls the dildo out. “No, you’re not,” she growls. “You’re not going to come at all, and I’m going to come on your face.” She grabs a whimpering Ginny’s arm and turns her around, pulling her towards the chair from which her school bag is hanging.
Pansy pushes Ginny to the floor on her knees and orders her to stay there before chucking off her own knickers from under her skirt and sitting down on the chair, legs spread. She lifts her skirt, grabs a handful of red hair and pulls Ginny’s face to her crotch. “Lick,” she orders.
The moment Ginny presses her mouth against her cunt, Pansy realises that despite her lack of a cock, this is going to take an embarrassingly short time. Ginny’s tongue is hot and slick, and Pansy is pulling her face so hard to her crotch that she probably can’t breathe, but right now Pansy doesn’t care. After the torture of touching but not being touched, every lick feels like a tiny orgasm, and when she feels Ginny insert two fingers into her she cries out. She can already feel the heat pooling up in her cunt; her fingers clench Ginny’s hair harder, and when she feels Ginny moan against her she can’t stop it. Every single muscle in her body is contracting and she screams, still holding on to Ginny’s hair, feeling tears roll down her cheeks from pleasure like none she’s ever experienced.
Pansy feels Ginny remove her fingers and straighten her back, and there are soft hands helping her lie down on a surprisingly soft floor, and a familiar body curls around her, whispering sweet words into her ear.
When she is finally able to speak again, Pansy’s voice is raw and scratchy. “You’ve changed your shampoo,” she whispers, eyes still closed.
“Yes, I have,” Ginny says with a soft laugh. “You want some water?”
Pansy nods, and when Ginny rolls away she feels cold. Before she can say anything, however, Ginny is back, helping her sit up and handing her a goblet. Pansy drinks hungrily, and when the goblet is empty she flops back onto the soft carpet. “This room is amazing,” she says as Ginny lies back down next to her, hand caressing her abdomen.
“It really is,” Ginny replies and kisses her softly. “I refuse to believe that we’re the only ones using it for slightly different purposes than the DA back in fourth year.”
Pansy laughs, moving to rest her head on Ginny’s shoulder. “Me, too. Snape would probably have kittens if he saw us.”
A blanket appears next to them, and Pansy pulls it over them, feeling sleep taking over. All is well.
//Mods: partially clothed sex kink tag, and pp/gw tag? *bounces*
Tags:
- category: femslash,
- fic length: short,
- genre: pwp,
- kink: bdsm,
- kink: bondage,
- kink: cunnilingus,
- kink: d/s,
- kink: fem!dom,
- kink: hair-pulling,
- kink: object penetration,
- kink: orgasm denial,
- kink: partially clothed sex,
- kink: rough sex,
- kink: spanking,
- kink: toys,
- pairing: gw/pp,
- rating: nc-17,
- type: fic
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