Spanking the Ravenclaw
Title: Spanking the Ravenclaw
Author: Twocanz
Pairing: Harry/Cho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: One-shot
Warnings: Spanking, bondage, breath-play
Summary: Niao meant delicate and graceful in Cantonese. To Harry, Niao meant Cho Chang. However, he gets a deliciously naughty crash course in learning that he is wrong. Very wrong.
A/N: Whoo-hoo! My first one-shot that's not connected to another one of my stories! This is my first time and it only hurt a little!lol
Posted on adultfanfiction.net as well.
Spanking the Ravenclaw
Niao meant delicate and graceful in Cantonese. To Harry, however, Niao meant Cho Chang.
She was perfection. Her face, her hair, her eyes, her slender body was flawless in his eyes. She was sweet and delicate. She was graceful in everything she did. Often poised and refine in anything she took on. She was too precious to raise his voice too and to elegant to ever respond in such a manner to him. Even her giggles with her friends were innocent and gentle to his ears. She was the epitome of beautiful.
Then again, Harry was deeply in love. Blinded by that love, Harry kept the Ravenclaw on a delicate, precious, innocent pedestal.
The Boy Hero wasn’t quite use to a delicate and graceful girlfriend. He’s previous attempt at a relationship with Cho was not enough time to really place her where she was now. His relationship with Ginny Weasley, that had started just that summer, was really quite the opposite of what he was experiencing with the Asian beauty.
Ginny took Harry’s virginity within a week of their relationship. A sweet, tender moment on the Weasleys couch in the middle of the night orchestrated and suggested by the redhead. It would be the last of their sweet, tender bouts of lovemaking, however. Ginny hadn’t been a virgin and Harry never asked who her first had been. He never had a chance too. Ginny took Harry any way she could, anytime she wanted too, any way he could bend, any where they could manage it. He never had to ask for it. He never had to initiate it. Before he could think of it, her hands, her mouth, or her red-haired snatch would be on him, taking him, controlling him.
Vigorous, experimental, extraordinary sex with the talented girl, made it difficult for him to see that Ginny was simply a rebound relationship after Cho. And soon after his sixth year started, and he caught sight of the pretty seventh year, Cho was back on his mind. Ginny kept him busy physically, while Cho kept him busy mentally and emotionally until a chaste kiss with the Ravenclaw changed everything.
Breaking Ginny’s heart a week before he gathered the courage to asked Cho to be his wasn’t easy. Through her tears, she told him she understood about lifelong crushes and how hard they were to let go. Though she was heartbroken, the littlest Weasley seemed her old self by that week’s end, and had already started seeing, riding, taming Draco Malfoy.
Now with the most beautiful girl in his world, the raunchy fucks he was accustomed too were gone. It hadn’t taken long for Cho to suggest the next step in their relationship and Harry learned what making love was really about. He could tell he wasn’t her first either, but he didn’t care, or at least, he didn’t care to think about how lucky Michael or Cedric had been. All he knew was that she made love the way she did everything else; graceful, elegant, tender and sweet. Each time more incredible than the last. Harry couldn’t ask for anything more. Nor would he even think to suggest anything.
“What are you thinking about?” Cho asked as the two lay on her bed in the Ravenclaw girls’ dormitory.
Harry, holding his precious love in his arms, kissed the top of her raven hair and smiled toward her navy canopy. “How lucky I am,” he answered honestly.
“What, that everyone bought your story about needing to stay in the castle for holiday break because you really wanted to study?” she said caustically and snickered on his chest.
Harry snickered as well. “No, that they bought that line from you! It wouldn’t have mattered for me. With Ron and Hermione staying, Ginny and Malfoy as well, Dumbledore wouldn’t have mind. I must say, Gryffindor Tower and the Slytherin dungeon will be seeing more action this next week and half then they have ever had!” he joked, knowing his friends, ex-girlfriend and enemy were making the most of their time alone.
Cho raised her pretty head from his chest and narrowed her eyes at him. “And what about Ravenclaw Tower, Harry?”
Harry smiled and gently pinched her taut chin from her beautiful glare. “You were magnificent this morning, Niao. The others would envy our lovemaking if they could see it. We could definitely give Ron and Hermione some pointers. As for those in the dungeons, I’d be surprise if Malfoy could see straight at all!” he quipped. “Ginny’s doing unspeakable things to him on a daily basis! He could barely keep his head up during lunch today! I’m sure he’ll be wearing a ‘Blood-Traitors Do It Better’ t-shirt by the end of the holiday!” he laughed.
Lying her head back down on Harry’s chest, Cho mumbled, “I reckon they do.”
“What’s that?” Harry asked.
“Nothing,” she said, settling back in her resting place.
The Gryffindor ran his hand down the long raven tresses of his love. Was there any part of her that was not soft and beautiful, he wondered? Even the scent of her was delicate and sweet. Harry fell more in love with every intake of breath. And an intake of breath was what he heard, followed by a slow, purposeful exhale by the person on his chest.
“Something the matter, Love?” he asked the pretty Asian girl, resting his hand on the small of her back.
Another heavy breath escaped the girl as she shook her head on his chest. “No,” she said plainly. “Well, yeah. Just trying to figure out how we could set the stairs long enough to get both Ron and Draco up here to watch us, as you suggested,” she explained earnestly. “Now that would be hot!”
It was Harry’s turn to gasp, followed by heavy swat to the Ravenclaw’s bottom. “Cho Mei Li Chang, shame at you for such dirty thoughts!” he exclaimed, following up with a chuckle. During his playful discipline, Harry didn’t notice that his thigh between Cho’s legs was quickly thrust upon by her warm center. “Why, I’ve never heard you say such naughty things. Perhaps our friendship with Ginny and Malfoy was a bad ide…”
“Do it again, Harry,” Cho said suddenly, almost breathlessly, interrupting his scolding and snickering.
But that all stop as confusion set in for the Boy Hero. “Do…what again?” he asked obliviously.
Biting the corner of her lip coyly, though her chocolate eyes glistened with desire, Cho lifted up on her arm to look into her boyfriend’s face. “M-my bottom…you…hit it and…”
“Oh!” Harry said quickly, nervously, blushing with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Cho! Honestly, I didn’t mean…”
Cho shook her head and placed a delicate finger on Harry’s babbling lips. “No, it’s alright, Harry. I…I wanted you to…do it again,” she asked timidly, though not blushing anywhere near the amount Harry had accomplished.
Eyebrows knitting together momentarily in uncertainty, Harry didn’t say a word as his large hand, that had always been gentle with the Ravenclaw, patted her bottom….lightly.
That glint of desire in the pretty girl’s eyes disappeared and she frowned at the lifeless swat at her backside. “That’s not how you did it before,” she said, disappointedly.
Seeing the disappointment in her eyes made Harry’s heart ache. He didn’t understand what was going on, but he didn’t like doing anything to displease his precious love. “I…how…”
“Harder,” Cho interjected, determination replacing the disappointment in her almond-shaped eyes.
“Niao, I…”
“Please, Harry…” Cho begged, resting her hand on his chest.
“I…”
“NOW, damn you!” she demanded and squeezed his nipple hard through his shirt.
“OW!” Harry shouted, and swatted her bottom just as hard as she pinched him, as hard as she had instructed, and completely out of reflex from his own onset of pain.
Cho’s lips curved into an impish smile as she hissed and thrust the heat between her legs on Harry’s thigh. “Ssss - mmmm…” she moaned. “Again, Harry…”
Harry, once again, ignored his girlfriend’s suggestive grind against his leg. “Cho, I…” he began, unsurely. “OW!” he nearly shouted again as she twisted his nipple with the wicked smile still on her face.
Immediately, he struck her backside after her assault, and immediately, she rubbed her covered femininity against him. “Mmmm…” she moaned, digging her nails into the shirt of his chest near his assaulted nipple.
Harry sighed, feeling sure the odd moment had passed as he watched his girl bite her smiling lip and close her lovely eyes. “Was that…enough now, Love?”
Though she smiled with her eyes closed, she shook her head quickly. “Not in the slightest,” the pretty Asian girl said, sitting up and straddling him suddenly. Lowering her mouth to his in a bruising kiss, Harry could feel Cho’s hot center grinding against his manhood. “Again, Harry,” she requested breathily to his lips before devouring them once more.
Nervously, Harry began to pat her bottom, and disapprovingly, Cho began to bite his lip. Sensing the dissatisfaction, and because he was sure his lip would begin bleeding soon if he didn’t comply, Harry swatted the delicate backside harder. Harder came the grind of the Ravenclaw’s covered heat on his covered dick. Harder became Harry from that motion and her kiss of him in a way she never had before. Harder he began to spank her behind repeatedly without realizing it.
“Sssssss!” moaned the raven-haired girl as she broke their kiss abruptly. “Ouch…” she added breathlessly, sitting up on her boyfriend.
As reality came crashing back to him, Harry sat up speedily as well, mystified as to what had gotten into his sweet girl, and thoroughly disgusted that he let himself go like that, causing her pain. “I-I-I’m sorry, Cho! Really! I-I didn’t…mean to…” But as he watched his innocent love slide off him and begin undoing her jeans, his eyes widened and his apology ceased. “You…you want to…make love, then?” he asked, hopefully, not from the pleasure of sex but because that would be something he could actually comprehend and control at the moment.
“Hmph,” the seventh year grunted quietly, kicking off her jeans and pulling her arms out of her t-shirt. Unsure of her answer, Harry shrugged his shoulders and began unbuttoning his shirt. Suddenly, she stopped undressing herself. “No,” Cho requested quietly, gently stopping him with a soft caress of his hand. Shyly, the pretty girl looked into the hero’s eyes, and Harry hoped that, perhaps, what had gotten into his sweet girl had finally released itself from her. Her charming, coy smile made his heart beat faster, seeing his innocent love returning. “What’s your fantasy, Harry, about us?” she asked bashfully.
Though half her clothes were off and kicked away from her, Harry’s innocent love had returned, he was sure. He smiled lovingly at her and touched her cheek. “I don’t need a fantasy, Love,” he said earnestly, “what we do is fantastic. I couldn’t want anything more.”
As Harry smiled at his sincere words, he watched the shy smile of his love, oddly, disappear. “Hmph,” she grunted again, quietly this time, disappointment tainting it. The chocolate of her eyes lowering to the bed was disconcerting for the Gryffindor. He seemed to have disappointed his girl once more.
“Cho, I…” he began unsurely, not knowing what he could say to please her. But her sudden movements made his attempt to think of something to say disappear.
Nearly naked, the Ravenclaw crawled toward the foot of the bed. She undid her bra and tossed it to the side, but left her t-shirt hanging around her neck. “Would you do something for me, Harry?” she asked, timidly over her shoulder.
The words seemed to have been spoken to him from somewhere in Hogsmeade by a mime at the moment. Harry watched the pretty bottom of his girl display itself in front of him in a manner he had never seen it before. Making love between the raven-haired couple often consisted of Cho on her back and Harry taking her slowly and lovingly. Or, Harry would be on his back and the Asian beauty rode him gently to their blissful climaxes. But the suggested position, or what he thought to be the suggested position when the words finally sunk in, had never been an option; at least Harry would have never suggested it. But whatever she wanted…
“What, Cho? Anything,” he asked quietly, though already having come to the conclusion in his mind. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as his manhood twitched in his jeans. He wouldn’t mind this new position at all. He just hoped he’d be able to control himself and not fuck his girl’s intelligent brains out; Ginny had taught him well, after all.
“I…” the seventh year began tentatively, and Harry’s heart melted at the sound of her nervousness for her pending, obvious request. Preparing to open his mouth to tell her she didn’t have to say the words, he would take her from behind just as gently as he did when they made love, Cho continued. “…want you to…bind me to the bed posts and spank me, Harry,” she sputtered out over her shoulder.
The Gryffindor’s smile had disappeared quickly as if the Hogsmeade mime had come into the room and smacked it right off his face. “Wh-what?” he asked, sure something crazy had flown into his ear.
The apprehension in the Asian beauty’s voice disappeared just as quickly as well. “I want you to bind me to foot of my bed and spank me, Harry,” she said matter-of-factly.
Now he was certain his ears were full of something only Luna Lovegood could identify. “Wait, what? Bind you to the… Then, hit your bare bottom? No, Niao…”
Bloody hell, her pumpkin juice must have been spiked at lunch this afternoon! It’s that sodding Malfoy that’s probably done it! Knew I couldn’t trust him! he concluded as confusion set his mind spinning. But…it’s kind of hard to do proper magic with Ginny sucking the very life force out of you, though; being at her disposal for more than twenty-four hours can reduce a man to senselessness… But, then, how…
“Please, Harry? I know you know the spell…” the Ravenclaw beseeched.
How would she know that? he thought. However, it really didn’t matter how Cho knew that Harry may have bound a redhead to a bedpost, a desk, a tree, her mother’s easy chair used for knitting, bent over, spread and blindfolded, he couldn’t do that to his Niao.
Full of surprises that day already, the Ravenclaw proved she could do it to herself. “Like this, Harry,” she suddenly said in his silence, before taking her wand and charming herself to the bed post with invisible ropes.
The reluctant hero’s mouth hung open in shock. Snapping it shut as she pulled at her binds and grunted in satisfaction of their tightness, Harry finally spoke. “Merlin, Love…” he barely said out loud, “you’re…serious…”
Oh, how he wished sex in that position was still the only thing he had to worry about.
“Yes…” Cho replied, her bottom poised and spread even more.
He could hear the twinge of excitement in Cho’s voice. He dreaded the idea of hearing that disappointment from earlier. Swallowing hard, the brave Gryffindor slowly reached out toward her creamy cheek and harshly allowed his hand to swing at her bottom. The smack of the bare, fair skin echoed in the room. But so did her moan of pleasure as her pelvis gently thrust forward, going with the hit.
“Again, Harry, do it again. Please?” Cho begged desperately, her bottom wiggling slightly in front of him. Holding his breathe, he swatted again at her mound in the same place. Again, her hips went forward like a pro, going with the swing of the hit. “Ooohh, again,” the seventh year hissed as if she was already receiving the next blow.
Something was beginning to happen inside of Harry’s jeans again. He didn’t realize someone had put a shrinking charm on them in the crotch. He was becoming aroused and felt disgusting for it. The hero had been taught to spank Ginny by Ginny and had done it on several occasions, but the thought of spanking Cho was just wrong. Wasn’t it?
Then why are you getting hard? he yelled at himself in his mind.
Because it’s so…firm and smooth…mmmm… he moaned in his mind, his eyes partially closing as he watched the creamy white mounds before him. Before his realized it, his hand was reaching for her previously assaulted cheek.
NO! he yelled in his mind, catching himself. Clearing his throat out loud, Harry retracted his hand quickly. You’ve got to stop this!
As if the Ravenclaw knew what he was thinking, she wiggled her bottom once more in front of him. “Please, Harry…” she whimpered, spreading her legs and taking his breath away from the sight of both her pink, puckering entrances.
He wished he’d taken his glasses off well before she had gotten on all fours. Swallowing hard, and hoping his erection wouldn’t rip through his pants, Harry patted Cho’s right cheek that he had hit harshly not a minute ago. The Boy Hero had never heard his delicate beauty growl, but he was certain that’s what emanated from the back of her throat when she nearly shouted.
“Harder, Harry!” Cho demanded angrily.
Having not heard her voice at such a heated level since their fighting the year before, Harry reflexively swung at the poised backside. His large hand making harsh contact with the soft skin echoed throughout the empty bedroom again. Before he realized it, an angry red hand mark appeared on his girlfriend’s cheek. He had been far too distracted by her head dropping, her hips shifting forward, her back arching and a moan of ecstasy escaping her to notice it, however. And if that wasn’t distraction enough for the reluctant hero, her puckering orifices seemed to clench in unison when the sting of his hit rushed through her.
She…really likes it? Harry thought in wonderment, still trying to ignore the fact that he was become harder by the moment.
“Again, Love,” she groaned out breathlessly, desperately.
‘Really’ is an understatement…
It was then that Harry noticed that blood had rushed to his hand print on her pretty ass. He felt revolted by himself, nervous by her request, and extremely aroused.
“Again, Harry,” Cho repeated, as if sensing his reluctance.
The Chosen One had to look away as he fulfilled his love’s request. But keeping his eyes closed didn’t block him from the sound the wallop to her backside and the squeaks made by her invisible binds as she pulled at them. It also didn’t shield him from the sounds of her lustful whimper and following words. “Oh, yes…your hands are much bigger. I love it!” Cho moaned almost to herself.
Sighing heavily, mostly to expel the heat he felt sick about rising inside his body, he opened his eyes. “Is that… Are we done with this, Cho?”
Another lustful whimper came from the Asian beauty as she lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at her nervous boyfriend. The almond-shaped eyes were filled with so much desire, Harry was afraid of what her answer could be, but hoped she’d request for him to lay her down and make love to her.
Because if I don’t get inside of you soon, I’m going to cum in my shorts and feel like a despicable dolt! he thought to himself.
“What…would you like to do to me, Harry?” Cho asked, every word dripping with need and invitation.
Shocked by her evasive question, but hopeful that he was right, Harry took a breath before speaking. “I…I want to make love to you, Cho,” he said sincerely, hoping he’d have the strength to keep it gentle enough to be considered lovemaking.
Chocolate seeped into emerald as the lovers stared at each, both previously hopeful stares, now one disappointed. “Hmph,” was the quiet sound filled with disapproval that he received from the girl as she turned back to her foot board. “Right side, Harry, at the top,” she suddenly instructed.
Harry wondered if he should question her sudden change in tempo from disappointed to instructional, but he thought against it. Smack! was the sound heard instead.
“Mmmm,” was the moan heard immediately afterward, pelvis thrusting forward and making her reddening cheeks dimple. “Side - ssss - right…” Cho said breathlessly, again moaning before she even received the hit.
Smack! came the heavy hand of the nervousness Gryffindor, he just wished everything else was nervous too. His erection was throbbing in his shorts, and fighting against his jeans, but he didn’t dare touch it. Harry was certain if he released it from its confines, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
Smack!
“Oh, yes!” Cho moaned when his hand hit the underside of her right cheek without her instruction. The arching of her back and the puckering of her orifices once more, confirmed that Harry shouldn’t allow his erection free, lest it be instantly shoved into whatever hole he got to first.
Smack!
“Mmhmph!” she whimpered when Harry slapped her across the center of her right cheek. “Again!” she beckoned.
“No,” he said, his training with Ginny coming out. “I must rub it…” he mumbled almost to himself as he allowed his hand to caress the red blotches on her assaulted cheek. This didn’t disappoint the Ravenclaw, however, as she moaned while her tender mound was kneaded.
“Harry,” Cho whimpered once more, “what do you want to do to me?” she asked breathlessly, lustfully, pushing her cheek even more so into his hand.
If Cho could turn her head around and see his dick trying it’s best to break through the tough material, she’d know the answer to that question. And if she could see his face when his thumb accidentally slid into her split and grazed her second entrance, she’d be able to know what he was thinking.
Lick it…just lick it once. Let my tongue tease your hole till you beg me to stick it in… he thought hungrily to her pink little starfish.
Catching himself and clearing his throat suddenly, Harry pulled his hand away from her opening. “I-I-I…” he stuttered, trying to keep his mouth from saying what his mind was thinking, “want to…make love to you, Cho. Please, Niao,” he begged quietly, though his insides were screaming for it.
“Hmph,” came her grunt tainted with a disappointment he didn’t understand. “Left side, Harry. And harder this time!” Cho demanded.
A sigh of torment, confusion and resolve came from the Boy Hero.
Whack! It echoed through the room, leaving a handprint on her pale skin.
“SSSS!” they both hissed in unison, both suffering a stinging pain from where their flesh met. Harry shook his hand briskly while the Asian beauty thrust her hip forward, dimpling that assaulted cheek.
Whack! He didn’t even wait for the instruction to slap the side of her cheek, already having bruised the top with the hard slap.
“Oh, yes!” The Asian beauty’s moans flew over her foot board. Her hips instantly went forward after the hit, though she quickly pulled back on her restraints, pushing her bottom more toward its abuser.
Harry could see the wrists of his delicate love turning as bright a red as her ass cheeks. But before he allowed himself to protest, he rounded out the red of her bottom. Whack!
“Mer…lin…” she barely said out loud, arching her back from the sting of that last blow issued under her cheek. “More…”
Harry retracted his hand back farther than he had before and brought it back down for its harshest blow yet.
Crack!
It didn’t sound like flesh meeting flesh this time. Instead, it sounded like a whip breaking through the air and whatever was unlucky enough to receive its disciplining end.
“Oh! My. G…” was all the Ravenclaw could squeak out as she trembled and pulled against her binds.
Harry gasped while his girl squeaked after administering the blow, and not from the amount of stinging his hand was presently feeling. He pulled the hand back slowly from her backside, eyeing the appendage as if he had never seen it before. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, who he was doing it too or worse, he couldn’t believe how turned on he was from doing it. Looking passed his hand, he could see her vaginal entrance shining in the light, sopping wet. Feeling a sudden pain at the sight, he looked down to the enormous bulge in his jeans and could literally see his penis twitch under the heavy denim. It wanted out and it wanted in.
“Rub it again, Harry,” Cho begged, bringing him out of his reverie.
Instantly, Harry did as requested, cursing himself for not doing it before being asked too. Unfortunately, the rubbing of her colored cheek didn’t cool down the heat rising in his body. As he kneaded the mound gingerly, he found himself pulling it further apart from the other with the help of his other hand. That lovely starfish he wanted to taste was revealing and puckering itself, as her wet hole beckoned him to want to taste its sweet juices as well.
“Tell me, Love,” the Ravenclaw hissed as he caressed her bottom, “what do you want to do to me?”
Harry bit his lip in an effort to keep from letting his dirty thoughts spill out. I want to bury my face in that wet pussy! Suck in the lovely nectar seeping out until there is no more left in you, Cho! Then, I want to lick up your split and fuck this beautiful ass with my tongue while fucking your cunt with the butt of my wand…
“Harry?” she called breathlessly when she didn’t receive an answer.
Eyes lidded as he watched the meal in front of him, dick twitching in his pants, and fortitude slipping greatly by the minute, the Gryffindor shook himself back to reality. “I…want to make love to you, Cho,” he said through gritted teeth, trying to keep his real desires trapped behind his incisors.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
“Hmph…”
Something in Harry unhinged at the sound of the plaguing grunt. His already gritted teeth clenched even more until he could them crackle in his ears. His large hands that had been forever gentle with his delicate love up until then, arched to claws behind her red bottom. A mixture of irritation, impatience and arousal swirled in the Boy Hero like a tornado until it couldn’t contain itself any longer.
“‘Hmph,’ is it?” he growled venomously at her bottom. “I’ll show you ‘hmph’!”
As the threat seeped through his pursed lips, Harry’s arched fingers grasped Cho’s left hip tightly. There would be no thrusts forward to ease the stinging of the blows. The pretty girl hissed as his fingertips dug into her pale flesh. But she nearly screamed when his right hand came crashing down on her round bottom mercilessly.
SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! CRACK!
“AHH!” she yelled as Harry’s hand attacked her cheeks in every direction before issuing the harshest of blows.
SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“Bloody…” Cho whimpered with barely a breath. The seventh year didn’t have time to breathe, however, before Harry’s hand retracted back once more.
SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! CRACK!
“OH - G-God…” she only managed to moan, bottom alit with stinging, stabbing, delicious pain.
Blinded by that mixture of lust, impatience and irritation still, the massaging of her crimson cheeks to ease to the pain could barely be considered as such. Hands still ridged and arched, Harry’s rubs of comfort were more like gropes at the tender flesh. Pulling the meat instead of massing it, he’s breath fought to get through his clenched teeth as he held his bottom lip and watched his handy work.
The scarlet flesh in his hands was torturing his mind, mouth and crotch all the same time. Harry’s tongue lapped, fought, pummeled the back of his teeth as he eyed the Ravenclaw’s beaten backside. His dick all but unzipped his pants for him wanting it’s freedom and it’s proper placement between the groped cheeks. And his mind spun with the most lewd thoughts he had every entertained about Cho when his precious girl attempted to speak.
“Har-ry…” she panted, “what do you…” That was all she could managed out, trying to pull back some of the oxygen he had spanked out of her.
Though she hadn’t finished the sentence, Harry knew what she was asking. His indecent thoughts told her the answer when his mouth wasn’t able too.
I want to shove my dick so far into that tender little pussy, you’d feel like I’m trying to split you in two! Then, I want to fuck you until you cum so hard, my love, they can hearing you screaming in the dungeons! But before I fill up your hungry little cunt with my seed, I’ll pull it out and spray my load all over this beautiful, scarlet bottom! God, Love, and I swear if you asked me too, I’d gladly lick my cum right up just to taste this precious ass!
“Har-ry…” Cho repeated.
But Harry didn’t open his mouth respond. His clothes felt as though they were strangling him.
“Harry…”
He thought for sure his clothes were sticking to him from the amount of sweat escaping his pores. And the naughty thoughts going through his mind didn’t make him sweat any less.
“Tell me…” Cho begged, barely audibly as his nails dug into her aching cheeks.
His mind was unhinged, sorting through the vision in front of him, the perverse things he was thinking about, the physical restraints of his clothes, and his completely innocent, elegant, delicate, graceful, sweet…naughty, submissive, dirty, perverted vixen poised and wet in front of him.
“What…do you want to…” Cho groaned out as each passing thought in the Boy Hero’s mind caused him to dig into her crimson flesh even more.
Suddenly, a growl escaped the Gryffindor hero. The growl chased away the mere thought of his prior answer to her question. Harry didn’t want to make love to his delicate flower any more.
“I want to fuck the shit out of you!” he roared, releasing her hip and quickly going for his zipper.
“Yes!” Cho nearly shouted over the side of her bed.
But Harry didn’t hear her. He didn’t care if she said ‘yes’, ‘no’ or ‘the castle’s on fire!’ All the sixth year knew, wanted, sought was his dick out of his pants and lodged deep inside the wet track of the girl. Not possessing the ability, fortitude or patience to remove all his clothes, Harry only undid his pants and pushed them down to his knees. His hands flew from the denim material to the soft skin of Cho’s hips, but there would be nothing soft after that. The Boy Hero angled himself quickly toward her hole and rammed himself inside her even faster.
“Yes!” the Ravenclaw repeated. But he didn’t hear that either.
Holding her hips in place, Harry retracted his hips all the way back like he had his hand several times before, before crashing his hips forward on her spanked bottom just as hard as his hand had. Repeating the actions, mercilessly slamming against her tender flesh, the Gryffindor began fucking the Ravenclaw the way he declared he would.
“Is this what you wanted, Cho!” he nearly shouted more then asked, accenting each word with a harsh thrust. “You wanted me to spank your ass, then fuck you hard against it? Is that what you wanted? Tell me!” he ordered, digging his nails into her hips as his dick dug in her womb.
“Y-es…ye-s…y-y-yes, Ha-rr-y!” Cho replied, barely coherent, syllables breaking apart as her entire body jerked back and forth from his powerful thrusts.
Body cheering from being encased in the deep, warm depths of the girl didn’t seem to sway his growls and harshly spoken desire-driven words. “I suspect you want me to fuck you harder, don’t you, Cho?” he asked, already administering thrusts that nearly knocked her head into her footboard.
“Y-y-es, Harry! H-h-harder! Oh, G-God!” the Asian beauty nearly screamed.
Placing his hand on her back while the other held tight to her hip, Harry continued his fucking, contemplating how many different ways he was going to violate her in a moment. But before he could decide whether to shove his finger in her starfish or grab his wand and use that, the seventh year spoke as best she could.
“Sh-sh-shi…”
“Yeah, SHIT, you feel good too, Cho!” Harry moaned, cutting off her attempt to speak.
“No,” Cho managed out, “sh-shirt, Harry! Gr-grab my sh-sh-shirt!” Harry was confused while he never missed a stroke of his dick in her cunt. He knew he couldn’t take the t-shirt she had hanging around her neck off, least not with her bound to the bed. When he told her that, she shook her bobbing raven haired head. “No, the-the end. Gr-grab the end and…and p-pull!”
Eyes narrowed in confusion, but not wanting to stop to get a proper explanation, Harry reached forward and grabbed the tail of her t-shirt.
“Yes…pull…back…ssssss,” Cho moaned and hissed already from something other then the erection claiming her body.
Harry did as he was told and watched as Cho pushed her head even further forward until the t-shirt was pulled as far it could go. She gasped and Harry loosened his grip, sensing he was choking her.
“No, pull!”
“Niao…?”
“DO IT!” she ordered, and Harry did. Cho gasped again, but did nothing to help herself breath any easier, at least in Harry’s opinion. “Har-der, Har-ry! Fu-ck me har-der!” she ordered breathlessly once more when he became distracted by her actions.
Now holding on the end of her shirt and the pretty pale hip, Harry fucked his precious girl’s against her crimson ass. Soon, the situation of nearly choking his lovely girl while fucking her roughly turned him on even more if possible.
“Oh, God, Cho! Oh, fuck, you feel… Shit!” he rambled and moaned, listening to his body slapping against hers, accompanied by her gasps for air and heavy moans of her own.
And just when he felt sure he’d unload in her, Cho spoke again. “Ha-ha-…”
“I’m fucking you as hard as I can, Love! Don’t worry, when I turn you over, you’ll…” Harry declared, cutting her off.
“No…hair, Harry! My…my…ha-ir! G-grab it! P-pull it - SSSS - oh, plea-se pull it!” Cho begged.
Harry didn’t need telling twice. He loved the raven hair of the Ravenclaw. He always did want he could not to grab a chunk of it when she pleasured him sweetly with her mouth. But there was nothing sweet about what they were doing. Nothing delicate or precious. Nothing graceful or elegant. It was raw, dirty, dangerous, and perverted.
Harry couldn’t ask for anything more.
Nails digging harshly into her scalp to get a proper handful, and sensing that she wanted the acquisition to be rough, Harry allowed his hand to slowly gather her thick tresses. His arm holding her shirt extended again, as his other arm extended from balling the end of her hair in his hand. Now Harry fucked the pretty Asian girl, using her t-shirt and long black hair to pull her back as he thrust forward.
The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, along with Cho’s breathless moans and Harry’s incoherent swearing and praising. Sweat dripped off the sides of the seventh year’s back as her body bounced back and forth on Harry’s throbbing meat. The Boy Hero was drenched all over his body from sweat, his sac being the only thing wet from the amount of lubricants escaping his girlfriend.
The scene before him was magnificent. Cho’s wrists were blood red where they weren’t actually bleeding. Her head was back, pulled so by her hair, though she did all she could to push her head forward. Her t-shirt was twisted around her neck and Harry’s fist though not held as tightly as her hair. Her beautiful body was flushed from the sex being had with it as it jerked and quivered from what it was receiving. And receiving was what she was doing. The Gryffindor watched his dick disappearing and reappearing inside a track he had always taking gently. He was claiming and pleasuring his love, but most importantly, fucking his delicate beauty senseless. And even though Cho was in the most submissive position imaginable, she was equally fucking the sanity from Harry Potter.
“C-cum…gonna cum…” the Ravenclaw began to mutter through shorten breaths. The Boy Hero’s body lit with anticipation at her words, wanting to feel her walls groping at his manhood possessively and drenching it further. “H-harder, H-H-Harry, p-pull har-der!” Cho ordered and Harry felt sure he’d cum before her simply from her demand alone.
Pulling harder, breathing harder and fucking even harder was not a problem for the Gryffindor. The thick tresses were strong and stayed locked in his fist as he continued to deliciously brutalize her womb. Harry pulled at her t-shirt, causing her to gasp as she attempted to cry out. And soon he felt it. Cho’s strangled yell echoed in the room as the Asian beauty’s cunt tightened on his dick and liquefied. His delicate and graceful love shook all over as she climaxed hard on him and it sent Harry over the edge.
“HOLY FUCK!” he yelled, pulling her hair even harder by accident and burying his exploding dick even deeper into his girl. He came so hard while throwing his head back toward the ceiling, he was sure he going to flip over backward. The only thing that kept him upright was the t-shirt, the hair and the gasping girl.
Slipping back into his conscious mind, Harry opened his eyes and realized he was still holding on. Instantly, he released Cho’s hair and shirt and watched his beauty collapse forward on her bed with her arms still bound to the bed post. Pulling out of her satiated pussy, seeing drops of his seed sneaking out of her red hole, the sixth year searched for his wand. Retrieving it quickly, the released the binds and climbed down the bed to his girl.
“Cho? Cho, are you alright, Love?” he asked worriedly, as she lay still and panting at the foot of the bed. Lying next to her, still fully dressed in his clothes, Harry pulled his naked girl into his arms and rocked her, hoping for a response. “Love?”
“I’m…okay…Harry,” Cho finally answered, her voice shallow.
Harry was glad to hear her voice, but still rocked her against him worriedly. “I’m…sorry, Niao, I didn’t mean to pull…so hard,” he explained to her forehead guiltily before kissing it.
To his surprise, a light giggle came from his exhausted love. “It’s…okay, I wanted you too,” Cho assured, still in a shallow tone. “My, that was…wonderful, Harry,” she added, finding the strength to nuzzle in his neck. “I love it…like that. We’re going to have…loads of fun.”
Harry couldn’t help but smile. He also couldn’t help but wonder. “Niao, where did you learn this from? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry but Cedric didn’t seem the type and Corner just doesn’t seem that smart, Ravenclaw or not. So who…”
“My first and only time before you, Harry,” she answered, propping her exhausted body up on her elbow to look into his eyes. “It was a few days before you asked me out. So, it…wasn’t either of them. But I was taught well.”
Harry marveled at the fact that Cho could lose her virginity and endure such a complex, dirty, exhilarating act. “Who was that lucky, Cho?”
Cho giggled and tucked her pulled raven tresses behind her ear, her wrist blazing with the marks of their wonderful perversion. “Well, Ginny is rather persuasive when she wants to be,” she said with a sly smile. “And with all those lovely toys…”
The word “WHAT?” bounced off the walls of the Ravenclaw girls’ dorm for nearly ten seconds. And in Hogsmeade, a mime toppled over suddenly in the snowy streets.
*****The End****
A/N: Don’t ask about the mime!lol Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading it!Type your cut contents here.
Author: Twocanz
Pairing: Harry/Cho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: One-shot
Warnings: Spanking, bondage, breath-play
Summary: Niao meant delicate and graceful in Cantonese. To Harry, Niao meant Cho Chang. However, he gets a deliciously naughty crash course in learning that he is wrong. Very wrong.
A/N: Whoo-hoo! My first one-shot that's not connected to another one of my stories! This is my first time and it only hurt a little!lol
Posted on adultfanfiction.net as well.
Spanking the Ravenclaw
Niao meant delicate and graceful in Cantonese. To Harry, however, Niao meant Cho Chang.
She was perfection. Her face, her hair, her eyes, her slender body was flawless in his eyes. She was sweet and delicate. She was graceful in everything she did. Often poised and refine in anything she took on. She was too precious to raise his voice too and to elegant to ever respond in such a manner to him. Even her giggles with her friends were innocent and gentle to his ears. She was the epitome of beautiful.
Then again, Harry was deeply in love. Blinded by that love, Harry kept the Ravenclaw on a delicate, precious, innocent pedestal.
The Boy Hero wasn’t quite use to a delicate and graceful girlfriend. He’s previous attempt at a relationship with Cho was not enough time to really place her where she was now. His relationship with Ginny Weasley, that had started just that summer, was really quite the opposite of what he was experiencing with the Asian beauty.
Ginny took Harry’s virginity within a week of their relationship. A sweet, tender moment on the Weasleys couch in the middle of the night orchestrated and suggested by the redhead. It would be the last of their sweet, tender bouts of lovemaking, however. Ginny hadn’t been a virgin and Harry never asked who her first had been. He never had a chance too. Ginny took Harry any way she could, anytime she wanted too, any way he could bend, any where they could manage it. He never had to ask for it. He never had to initiate it. Before he could think of it, her hands, her mouth, or her red-haired snatch would be on him, taking him, controlling him.
Vigorous, experimental, extraordinary sex with the talented girl, made it difficult for him to see that Ginny was simply a rebound relationship after Cho. And soon after his sixth year started, and he caught sight of the pretty seventh year, Cho was back on his mind. Ginny kept him busy physically, while Cho kept him busy mentally and emotionally until a chaste kiss with the Ravenclaw changed everything.
Breaking Ginny’s heart a week before he gathered the courage to asked Cho to be his wasn’t easy. Through her tears, she told him she understood about lifelong crushes and how hard they were to let go. Though she was heartbroken, the littlest Weasley seemed her old self by that week’s end, and had already started seeing, riding, taming Draco Malfoy.
Now with the most beautiful girl in his world, the raunchy fucks he was accustomed too were gone. It hadn’t taken long for Cho to suggest the next step in their relationship and Harry learned what making love was really about. He could tell he wasn’t her first either, but he didn’t care, or at least, he didn’t care to think about how lucky Michael or Cedric had been. All he knew was that she made love the way she did everything else; graceful, elegant, tender and sweet. Each time more incredible than the last. Harry couldn’t ask for anything more. Nor would he even think to suggest anything.
“What are you thinking about?” Cho asked as the two lay on her bed in the Ravenclaw girls’ dormitory.
Harry, holding his precious love in his arms, kissed the top of her raven hair and smiled toward her navy canopy. “How lucky I am,” he answered honestly.
“What, that everyone bought your story about needing to stay in the castle for holiday break because you really wanted to study?” she said caustically and snickered on his chest.
Harry snickered as well. “No, that they bought that line from you! It wouldn’t have mattered for me. With Ron and Hermione staying, Ginny and Malfoy as well, Dumbledore wouldn’t have mind. I must say, Gryffindor Tower and the Slytherin dungeon will be seeing more action this next week and half then they have ever had!” he joked, knowing his friends, ex-girlfriend and enemy were making the most of their time alone.
Cho raised her pretty head from his chest and narrowed her eyes at him. “And what about Ravenclaw Tower, Harry?”
Harry smiled and gently pinched her taut chin from her beautiful glare. “You were magnificent this morning, Niao. The others would envy our lovemaking if they could see it. We could definitely give Ron and Hermione some pointers. As for those in the dungeons, I’d be surprise if Malfoy could see straight at all!” he quipped. “Ginny’s doing unspeakable things to him on a daily basis! He could barely keep his head up during lunch today! I’m sure he’ll be wearing a ‘Blood-Traitors Do It Better’ t-shirt by the end of the holiday!” he laughed.
Lying her head back down on Harry’s chest, Cho mumbled, “I reckon they do.”
“What’s that?” Harry asked.
“Nothing,” she said, settling back in her resting place.
The Gryffindor ran his hand down the long raven tresses of his love. Was there any part of her that was not soft and beautiful, he wondered? Even the scent of her was delicate and sweet. Harry fell more in love with every intake of breath. And an intake of breath was what he heard, followed by a slow, purposeful exhale by the person on his chest.
“Something the matter, Love?” he asked the pretty Asian girl, resting his hand on the small of her back.
Another heavy breath escaped the girl as she shook her head on his chest. “No,” she said plainly. “Well, yeah. Just trying to figure out how we could set the stairs long enough to get both Ron and Draco up here to watch us, as you suggested,” she explained earnestly. “Now that would be hot!”
It was Harry’s turn to gasp, followed by heavy swat to the Ravenclaw’s bottom. “Cho Mei Li Chang, shame at you for such dirty thoughts!” he exclaimed, following up with a chuckle. During his playful discipline, Harry didn’t notice that his thigh between Cho’s legs was quickly thrust upon by her warm center. “Why, I’ve never heard you say such naughty things. Perhaps our friendship with Ginny and Malfoy was a bad ide…”
“Do it again, Harry,” Cho said suddenly, almost breathlessly, interrupting his scolding and snickering.
But that all stop as confusion set in for the Boy Hero. “Do…what again?” he asked obliviously.
Biting the corner of her lip coyly, though her chocolate eyes glistened with desire, Cho lifted up on her arm to look into her boyfriend’s face. “M-my bottom…you…hit it and…”
“Oh!” Harry said quickly, nervously, blushing with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Cho! Honestly, I didn’t mean…”
Cho shook her head and placed a delicate finger on Harry’s babbling lips. “No, it’s alright, Harry. I…I wanted you to…do it again,” she asked timidly, though not blushing anywhere near the amount Harry had accomplished.
Eyebrows knitting together momentarily in uncertainty, Harry didn’t say a word as his large hand, that had always been gentle with the Ravenclaw, patted her bottom….lightly.
That glint of desire in the pretty girl’s eyes disappeared and she frowned at the lifeless swat at her backside. “That’s not how you did it before,” she said, disappointedly.
Seeing the disappointment in her eyes made Harry’s heart ache. He didn’t understand what was going on, but he didn’t like doing anything to displease his precious love. “I…how…”
“Harder,” Cho interjected, determination replacing the disappointment in her almond-shaped eyes.
“Niao, I…”
“Please, Harry…” Cho begged, resting her hand on his chest.
“I…”
“NOW, damn you!” she demanded and squeezed his nipple hard through his shirt.
“OW!” Harry shouted, and swatted her bottom just as hard as she pinched him, as hard as she had instructed, and completely out of reflex from his own onset of pain.
Cho’s lips curved into an impish smile as she hissed and thrust the heat between her legs on Harry’s thigh. “Ssss - mmmm…” she moaned. “Again, Harry…”
Harry, once again, ignored his girlfriend’s suggestive grind against his leg. “Cho, I…” he began, unsurely. “OW!” he nearly shouted again as she twisted his nipple with the wicked smile still on her face.
Immediately, he struck her backside after her assault, and immediately, she rubbed her covered femininity against him. “Mmmm…” she moaned, digging her nails into the shirt of his chest near his assaulted nipple.
Harry sighed, feeling sure the odd moment had passed as he watched his girl bite her smiling lip and close her lovely eyes. “Was that…enough now, Love?”
Though she smiled with her eyes closed, she shook her head quickly. “Not in the slightest,” the pretty Asian girl said, sitting up and straddling him suddenly. Lowering her mouth to his in a bruising kiss, Harry could feel Cho’s hot center grinding against his manhood. “Again, Harry,” she requested breathily to his lips before devouring them once more.
Nervously, Harry began to pat her bottom, and disapprovingly, Cho began to bite his lip. Sensing the dissatisfaction, and because he was sure his lip would begin bleeding soon if he didn’t comply, Harry swatted the delicate backside harder. Harder came the grind of the Ravenclaw’s covered heat on his covered dick. Harder became Harry from that motion and her kiss of him in a way she never had before. Harder he began to spank her behind repeatedly without realizing it.
“Sssssss!” moaned the raven-haired girl as she broke their kiss abruptly. “Ouch…” she added breathlessly, sitting up on her boyfriend.
As reality came crashing back to him, Harry sat up speedily as well, mystified as to what had gotten into his sweet girl, and thoroughly disgusted that he let himself go like that, causing her pain. “I-I-I’m sorry, Cho! Really! I-I didn’t…mean to…” But as he watched his innocent love slide off him and begin undoing her jeans, his eyes widened and his apology ceased. “You…you want to…make love, then?” he asked, hopefully, not from the pleasure of sex but because that would be something he could actually comprehend and control at the moment.
“Hmph,” the seventh year grunted quietly, kicking off her jeans and pulling her arms out of her t-shirt. Unsure of her answer, Harry shrugged his shoulders and began unbuttoning his shirt. Suddenly, she stopped undressing herself. “No,” Cho requested quietly, gently stopping him with a soft caress of his hand. Shyly, the pretty girl looked into the hero’s eyes, and Harry hoped that, perhaps, what had gotten into his sweet girl had finally released itself from her. Her charming, coy smile made his heart beat faster, seeing his innocent love returning. “What’s your fantasy, Harry, about us?” she asked bashfully.
Though half her clothes were off and kicked away from her, Harry’s innocent love had returned, he was sure. He smiled lovingly at her and touched her cheek. “I don’t need a fantasy, Love,” he said earnestly, “what we do is fantastic. I couldn’t want anything more.”
As Harry smiled at his sincere words, he watched the shy smile of his love, oddly, disappear. “Hmph,” she grunted again, quietly this time, disappointment tainting it. The chocolate of her eyes lowering to the bed was disconcerting for the Gryffindor. He seemed to have disappointed his girl once more.
“Cho, I…” he began unsurely, not knowing what he could say to please her. But her sudden movements made his attempt to think of something to say disappear.
Nearly naked, the Ravenclaw crawled toward the foot of the bed. She undid her bra and tossed it to the side, but left her t-shirt hanging around her neck. “Would you do something for me, Harry?” she asked, timidly over her shoulder.
The words seemed to have been spoken to him from somewhere in Hogsmeade by a mime at the moment. Harry watched the pretty bottom of his girl display itself in front of him in a manner he had never seen it before. Making love between the raven-haired couple often consisted of Cho on her back and Harry taking her slowly and lovingly. Or, Harry would be on his back and the Asian beauty rode him gently to their blissful climaxes. But the suggested position, or what he thought to be the suggested position when the words finally sunk in, had never been an option; at least Harry would have never suggested it. But whatever she wanted…
“What, Cho? Anything,” he asked quietly, though already having come to the conclusion in his mind. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as his manhood twitched in his jeans. He wouldn’t mind this new position at all. He just hoped he’d be able to control himself and not fuck his girl’s intelligent brains out; Ginny had taught him well, after all.
“I…” the seventh year began tentatively, and Harry’s heart melted at the sound of her nervousness for her pending, obvious request. Preparing to open his mouth to tell her she didn’t have to say the words, he would take her from behind just as gently as he did when they made love, Cho continued. “…want you to…bind me to the bed posts and spank me, Harry,” she sputtered out over her shoulder.
The Gryffindor’s smile had disappeared quickly as if the Hogsmeade mime had come into the room and smacked it right off his face. “Wh-what?” he asked, sure something crazy had flown into his ear.
The apprehension in the Asian beauty’s voice disappeared just as quickly as well. “I want you to bind me to foot of my bed and spank me, Harry,” she said matter-of-factly.
Now he was certain his ears were full of something only Luna Lovegood could identify. “Wait, what? Bind you to the… Then, hit your bare bottom? No, Niao…”
Bloody hell, her pumpkin juice must have been spiked at lunch this afternoon! It’s that sodding Malfoy that’s probably done it! Knew I couldn’t trust him! he concluded as confusion set his mind spinning. But…it’s kind of hard to do proper magic with Ginny sucking the very life force out of you, though; being at her disposal for more than twenty-four hours can reduce a man to senselessness… But, then, how…
“Please, Harry? I know you know the spell…” the Ravenclaw beseeched.
How would she know that? he thought. However, it really didn’t matter how Cho knew that Harry may have bound a redhead to a bedpost, a desk, a tree, her mother’s easy chair used for knitting, bent over, spread and blindfolded, he couldn’t do that to his Niao.
Full of surprises that day already, the Ravenclaw proved she could do it to herself. “Like this, Harry,” she suddenly said in his silence, before taking her wand and charming herself to the bed post with invisible ropes.
The reluctant hero’s mouth hung open in shock. Snapping it shut as she pulled at her binds and grunted in satisfaction of their tightness, Harry finally spoke. “Merlin, Love…” he barely said out loud, “you’re…serious…”
Oh, how he wished sex in that position was still the only thing he had to worry about.
“Yes…” Cho replied, her bottom poised and spread even more.
He could hear the twinge of excitement in Cho’s voice. He dreaded the idea of hearing that disappointment from earlier. Swallowing hard, the brave Gryffindor slowly reached out toward her creamy cheek and harshly allowed his hand to swing at her bottom. The smack of the bare, fair skin echoed in the room. But so did her moan of pleasure as her pelvis gently thrust forward, going with the hit.
“Again, Harry, do it again. Please?” Cho begged desperately, her bottom wiggling slightly in front of him. Holding his breathe, he swatted again at her mound in the same place. Again, her hips went forward like a pro, going with the swing of the hit. “Ooohh, again,” the seventh year hissed as if she was already receiving the next blow.
Something was beginning to happen inside of Harry’s jeans again. He didn’t realize someone had put a shrinking charm on them in the crotch. He was becoming aroused and felt disgusting for it. The hero had been taught to spank Ginny by Ginny and had done it on several occasions, but the thought of spanking Cho was just wrong. Wasn’t it?
Then why are you getting hard? he yelled at himself in his mind.
Because it’s so…firm and smooth…mmmm… he moaned in his mind, his eyes partially closing as he watched the creamy white mounds before him. Before his realized it, his hand was reaching for her previously assaulted cheek.
NO! he yelled in his mind, catching himself. Clearing his throat out loud, Harry retracted his hand quickly. You’ve got to stop this!
As if the Ravenclaw knew what he was thinking, she wiggled her bottom once more in front of him. “Please, Harry…” she whimpered, spreading her legs and taking his breath away from the sight of both her pink, puckering entrances.
He wished he’d taken his glasses off well before she had gotten on all fours. Swallowing hard, and hoping his erection wouldn’t rip through his pants, Harry patted Cho’s right cheek that he had hit harshly not a minute ago. The Boy Hero had never heard his delicate beauty growl, but he was certain that’s what emanated from the back of her throat when she nearly shouted.
“Harder, Harry!” Cho demanded angrily.
Having not heard her voice at such a heated level since their fighting the year before, Harry reflexively swung at the poised backside. His large hand making harsh contact with the soft skin echoed throughout the empty bedroom again. Before he realized it, an angry red hand mark appeared on his girlfriend’s cheek. He had been far too distracted by her head dropping, her hips shifting forward, her back arching and a moan of ecstasy escaping her to notice it, however. And if that wasn’t distraction enough for the reluctant hero, her puckering orifices seemed to clench in unison when the sting of his hit rushed through her.
She…really likes it? Harry thought in wonderment, still trying to ignore the fact that he was become harder by the moment.
“Again, Love,” she groaned out breathlessly, desperately.
‘Really’ is an understatement…
It was then that Harry noticed that blood had rushed to his hand print on her pretty ass. He felt revolted by himself, nervous by her request, and extremely aroused.
“Again, Harry,” Cho repeated, as if sensing his reluctance.
The Chosen One had to look away as he fulfilled his love’s request. But keeping his eyes closed didn’t block him from the sound the wallop to her backside and the squeaks made by her invisible binds as she pulled at them. It also didn’t shield him from the sounds of her lustful whimper and following words. “Oh, yes…your hands are much bigger. I love it!” Cho moaned almost to herself.
Sighing heavily, mostly to expel the heat he felt sick about rising inside his body, he opened his eyes. “Is that… Are we done with this, Cho?”
Another lustful whimper came from the Asian beauty as she lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at her nervous boyfriend. The almond-shaped eyes were filled with so much desire, Harry was afraid of what her answer could be, but hoped she’d request for him to lay her down and make love to her.
Because if I don’t get inside of you soon, I’m going to cum in my shorts and feel like a despicable dolt! he thought to himself.
“What…would you like to do to me, Harry?” Cho asked, every word dripping with need and invitation.
Shocked by her evasive question, but hopeful that he was right, Harry took a breath before speaking. “I…I want to make love to you, Cho,” he said sincerely, hoping he’d have the strength to keep it gentle enough to be considered lovemaking.
Chocolate seeped into emerald as the lovers stared at each, both previously hopeful stares, now one disappointed. “Hmph,” was the quiet sound filled with disapproval that he received from the girl as she turned back to her foot board. “Right side, Harry, at the top,” she suddenly instructed.
Harry wondered if he should question her sudden change in tempo from disappointed to instructional, but he thought against it. Smack! was the sound heard instead.
“Mmmm,” was the moan heard immediately afterward, pelvis thrusting forward and making her reddening cheeks dimple. “Side - ssss - right…” Cho said breathlessly, again moaning before she even received the hit.
Smack! came the heavy hand of the nervousness Gryffindor, he just wished everything else was nervous too. His erection was throbbing in his shorts, and fighting against his jeans, but he didn’t dare touch it. Harry was certain if he released it from its confines, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
Smack!
“Oh, yes!” Cho moaned when his hand hit the underside of her right cheek without her instruction. The arching of her back and the puckering of her orifices once more, confirmed that Harry shouldn’t allow his erection free, lest it be instantly shoved into whatever hole he got to first.
Smack!
“Mmhmph!” she whimpered when Harry slapped her across the center of her right cheek. “Again!” she beckoned.
“No,” he said, his training with Ginny coming out. “I must rub it…” he mumbled almost to himself as he allowed his hand to caress the red blotches on her assaulted cheek. This didn’t disappoint the Ravenclaw, however, as she moaned while her tender mound was kneaded.
“Harry,” Cho whimpered once more, “what do you want to do to me?” she asked breathlessly, lustfully, pushing her cheek even more so into his hand.
If Cho could turn her head around and see his dick trying it’s best to break through the tough material, she’d know the answer to that question. And if she could see his face when his thumb accidentally slid into her split and grazed her second entrance, she’d be able to know what he was thinking.
Lick it…just lick it once. Let my tongue tease your hole till you beg me to stick it in… he thought hungrily to her pink little starfish.
Catching himself and clearing his throat suddenly, Harry pulled his hand away from her opening. “I-I-I…” he stuttered, trying to keep his mouth from saying what his mind was thinking, “want to…make love to you, Cho. Please, Niao,” he begged quietly, though his insides were screaming for it.
“Hmph,” came her grunt tainted with a disappointment he didn’t understand. “Left side, Harry. And harder this time!” Cho demanded.
A sigh of torment, confusion and resolve came from the Boy Hero.
Whack! It echoed through the room, leaving a handprint on her pale skin.
“SSSS!” they both hissed in unison, both suffering a stinging pain from where their flesh met. Harry shook his hand briskly while the Asian beauty thrust her hip forward, dimpling that assaulted cheek.
Whack! He didn’t even wait for the instruction to slap the side of her cheek, already having bruised the top with the hard slap.
“Oh, yes!” The Asian beauty’s moans flew over her foot board. Her hips instantly went forward after the hit, though she quickly pulled back on her restraints, pushing her bottom more toward its abuser.
Harry could see the wrists of his delicate love turning as bright a red as her ass cheeks. But before he allowed himself to protest, he rounded out the red of her bottom. Whack!
“Mer…lin…” she barely said out loud, arching her back from the sting of that last blow issued under her cheek. “More…”
Harry retracted his hand back farther than he had before and brought it back down for its harshest blow yet.
Crack!
It didn’t sound like flesh meeting flesh this time. Instead, it sounded like a whip breaking through the air and whatever was unlucky enough to receive its disciplining end.
“Oh! My. G…” was all the Ravenclaw could squeak out as she trembled and pulled against her binds.
Harry gasped while his girl squeaked after administering the blow, and not from the amount of stinging his hand was presently feeling. He pulled the hand back slowly from her backside, eyeing the appendage as if he had never seen it before. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, who he was doing it too or worse, he couldn’t believe how turned on he was from doing it. Looking passed his hand, he could see her vaginal entrance shining in the light, sopping wet. Feeling a sudden pain at the sight, he looked down to the enormous bulge in his jeans and could literally see his penis twitch under the heavy denim. It wanted out and it wanted in.
“Rub it again, Harry,” Cho begged, bringing him out of his reverie.
Instantly, Harry did as requested, cursing himself for not doing it before being asked too. Unfortunately, the rubbing of her colored cheek didn’t cool down the heat rising in his body. As he kneaded the mound gingerly, he found himself pulling it further apart from the other with the help of his other hand. That lovely starfish he wanted to taste was revealing and puckering itself, as her wet hole beckoned him to want to taste its sweet juices as well.
“Tell me, Love,” the Ravenclaw hissed as he caressed her bottom, “what do you want to do to me?”
Harry bit his lip in an effort to keep from letting his dirty thoughts spill out. I want to bury my face in that wet pussy! Suck in the lovely nectar seeping out until there is no more left in you, Cho! Then, I want to lick up your split and fuck this beautiful ass with my tongue while fucking your cunt with the butt of my wand…
“Harry?” she called breathlessly when she didn’t receive an answer.
Eyes lidded as he watched the meal in front of him, dick twitching in his pants, and fortitude slipping greatly by the minute, the Gryffindor shook himself back to reality. “I…want to make love to you, Cho,” he said through gritted teeth, trying to keep his real desires trapped behind his incisors.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
“Hmph…”
Something in Harry unhinged at the sound of the plaguing grunt. His already gritted teeth clenched even more until he could them crackle in his ears. His large hands that had been forever gentle with his delicate love up until then, arched to claws behind her red bottom. A mixture of irritation, impatience and arousal swirled in the Boy Hero like a tornado until it couldn’t contain itself any longer.
“‘Hmph,’ is it?” he growled venomously at her bottom. “I’ll show you ‘hmph’!”
As the threat seeped through his pursed lips, Harry’s arched fingers grasped Cho’s left hip tightly. There would be no thrusts forward to ease the stinging of the blows. The pretty girl hissed as his fingertips dug into her pale flesh. But she nearly screamed when his right hand came crashing down on her round bottom mercilessly.
SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! CRACK!
“AHH!” she yelled as Harry’s hand attacked her cheeks in every direction before issuing the harshest of blows.
SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“Bloody…” Cho whimpered with barely a breath. The seventh year didn’t have time to breathe, however, before Harry’s hand retracted back once more.
SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! CRACK!
“OH - G-God…” she only managed to moan, bottom alit with stinging, stabbing, delicious pain.
Blinded by that mixture of lust, impatience and irritation still, the massaging of her crimson cheeks to ease to the pain could barely be considered as such. Hands still ridged and arched, Harry’s rubs of comfort were more like gropes at the tender flesh. Pulling the meat instead of massing it, he’s breath fought to get through his clenched teeth as he held his bottom lip and watched his handy work.
The scarlet flesh in his hands was torturing his mind, mouth and crotch all the same time. Harry’s tongue lapped, fought, pummeled the back of his teeth as he eyed the Ravenclaw’s beaten backside. His dick all but unzipped his pants for him wanting it’s freedom and it’s proper placement between the groped cheeks. And his mind spun with the most lewd thoughts he had every entertained about Cho when his precious girl attempted to speak.
“Har-ry…” she panted, “what do you…” That was all she could managed out, trying to pull back some of the oxygen he had spanked out of her.
Though she hadn’t finished the sentence, Harry knew what she was asking. His indecent thoughts told her the answer when his mouth wasn’t able too.
I want to shove my dick so far into that tender little pussy, you’d feel like I’m trying to split you in two! Then, I want to fuck you until you cum so hard, my love, they can hearing you screaming in the dungeons! But before I fill up your hungry little cunt with my seed, I’ll pull it out and spray my load all over this beautiful, scarlet bottom! God, Love, and I swear if you asked me too, I’d gladly lick my cum right up just to taste this precious ass!
“Har-ry…” Cho repeated.
But Harry didn’t open his mouth respond. His clothes felt as though they were strangling him.
“Harry…”
He thought for sure his clothes were sticking to him from the amount of sweat escaping his pores. And the naughty thoughts going through his mind didn’t make him sweat any less.
“Tell me…” Cho begged, barely audibly as his nails dug into her aching cheeks.
His mind was unhinged, sorting through the vision in front of him, the perverse things he was thinking about, the physical restraints of his clothes, and his completely innocent, elegant, delicate, graceful, sweet…naughty, submissive, dirty, perverted vixen poised and wet in front of him.
“What…do you want to…” Cho groaned out as each passing thought in the Boy Hero’s mind caused him to dig into her crimson flesh even more.
Suddenly, a growl escaped the Gryffindor hero. The growl chased away the mere thought of his prior answer to her question. Harry didn’t want to make love to his delicate flower any more.
“I want to fuck the shit out of you!” he roared, releasing her hip and quickly going for his zipper.
“Yes!” Cho nearly shouted over the side of her bed.
But Harry didn’t hear her. He didn’t care if she said ‘yes’, ‘no’ or ‘the castle’s on fire!’ All the sixth year knew, wanted, sought was his dick out of his pants and lodged deep inside the wet track of the girl. Not possessing the ability, fortitude or patience to remove all his clothes, Harry only undid his pants and pushed them down to his knees. His hands flew from the denim material to the soft skin of Cho’s hips, but there would be nothing soft after that. The Boy Hero angled himself quickly toward her hole and rammed himself inside her even faster.
“Yes!” the Ravenclaw repeated. But he didn’t hear that either.
Holding her hips in place, Harry retracted his hips all the way back like he had his hand several times before, before crashing his hips forward on her spanked bottom just as hard as his hand had. Repeating the actions, mercilessly slamming against her tender flesh, the Gryffindor began fucking the Ravenclaw the way he declared he would.
“Is this what you wanted, Cho!” he nearly shouted more then asked, accenting each word with a harsh thrust. “You wanted me to spank your ass, then fuck you hard against it? Is that what you wanted? Tell me!” he ordered, digging his nails into her hips as his dick dug in her womb.
“Y-es…ye-s…y-y-yes, Ha-rr-y!” Cho replied, barely coherent, syllables breaking apart as her entire body jerked back and forth from his powerful thrusts.
Body cheering from being encased in the deep, warm depths of the girl didn’t seem to sway his growls and harshly spoken desire-driven words. “I suspect you want me to fuck you harder, don’t you, Cho?” he asked, already administering thrusts that nearly knocked her head into her footboard.
“Y-y-es, Harry! H-h-harder! Oh, G-God!” the Asian beauty nearly screamed.
Placing his hand on her back while the other held tight to her hip, Harry continued his fucking, contemplating how many different ways he was going to violate her in a moment. But before he could decide whether to shove his finger in her starfish or grab his wand and use that, the seventh year spoke as best she could.
“Sh-sh-shi…”
“Yeah, SHIT, you feel good too, Cho!” Harry moaned, cutting off her attempt to speak.
“No,” Cho managed out, “sh-shirt, Harry! Gr-grab my sh-sh-shirt!” Harry was confused while he never missed a stroke of his dick in her cunt. He knew he couldn’t take the t-shirt she had hanging around her neck off, least not with her bound to the bed. When he told her that, she shook her bobbing raven haired head. “No, the-the end. Gr-grab the end and…and p-pull!”
Eyes narrowed in confusion, but not wanting to stop to get a proper explanation, Harry reached forward and grabbed the tail of her t-shirt.
“Yes…pull…back…ssssss,” Cho moaned and hissed already from something other then the erection claiming her body.
Harry did as he was told and watched as Cho pushed her head even further forward until the t-shirt was pulled as far it could go. She gasped and Harry loosened his grip, sensing he was choking her.
“No, pull!”
“Niao…?”
“DO IT!” she ordered, and Harry did. Cho gasped again, but did nothing to help herself breath any easier, at least in Harry’s opinion. “Har-der, Har-ry! Fu-ck me har-der!” she ordered breathlessly once more when he became distracted by her actions.
Now holding on the end of her shirt and the pretty pale hip, Harry fucked his precious girl’s against her crimson ass. Soon, the situation of nearly choking his lovely girl while fucking her roughly turned him on even more if possible.
“Oh, God, Cho! Oh, fuck, you feel… Shit!” he rambled and moaned, listening to his body slapping against hers, accompanied by her gasps for air and heavy moans of her own.
And just when he felt sure he’d unload in her, Cho spoke again. “Ha-ha-…”
“I’m fucking you as hard as I can, Love! Don’t worry, when I turn you over, you’ll…” Harry declared, cutting her off.
“No…hair, Harry! My…my…ha-ir! G-grab it! P-pull it - SSSS - oh, plea-se pull it!” Cho begged.
Harry didn’t need telling twice. He loved the raven hair of the Ravenclaw. He always did want he could not to grab a chunk of it when she pleasured him sweetly with her mouth. But there was nothing sweet about what they were doing. Nothing delicate or precious. Nothing graceful or elegant. It was raw, dirty, dangerous, and perverted.
Harry couldn’t ask for anything more.
Nails digging harshly into her scalp to get a proper handful, and sensing that she wanted the acquisition to be rough, Harry allowed his hand to slowly gather her thick tresses. His arm holding her shirt extended again, as his other arm extended from balling the end of her hair in his hand. Now Harry fucked the pretty Asian girl, using her t-shirt and long black hair to pull her back as he thrust forward.
The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, along with Cho’s breathless moans and Harry’s incoherent swearing and praising. Sweat dripped off the sides of the seventh year’s back as her body bounced back and forth on Harry’s throbbing meat. The Boy Hero was drenched all over his body from sweat, his sac being the only thing wet from the amount of lubricants escaping his girlfriend.
The scene before him was magnificent. Cho’s wrists were blood red where they weren’t actually bleeding. Her head was back, pulled so by her hair, though she did all she could to push her head forward. Her t-shirt was twisted around her neck and Harry’s fist though not held as tightly as her hair. Her beautiful body was flushed from the sex being had with it as it jerked and quivered from what it was receiving. And receiving was what she was doing. The Gryffindor watched his dick disappearing and reappearing inside a track he had always taking gently. He was claiming and pleasuring his love, but most importantly, fucking his delicate beauty senseless. And even though Cho was in the most submissive position imaginable, she was equally fucking the sanity from Harry Potter.
“C-cum…gonna cum…” the Ravenclaw began to mutter through shorten breaths. The Boy Hero’s body lit with anticipation at her words, wanting to feel her walls groping at his manhood possessively and drenching it further. “H-harder, H-H-Harry, p-pull har-der!” Cho ordered and Harry felt sure he’d cum before her simply from her demand alone.
Pulling harder, breathing harder and fucking even harder was not a problem for the Gryffindor. The thick tresses were strong and stayed locked in his fist as he continued to deliciously brutalize her womb. Harry pulled at her t-shirt, causing her to gasp as she attempted to cry out. And soon he felt it. Cho’s strangled yell echoed in the room as the Asian beauty’s cunt tightened on his dick and liquefied. His delicate and graceful love shook all over as she climaxed hard on him and it sent Harry over the edge.
“HOLY FUCK!” he yelled, pulling her hair even harder by accident and burying his exploding dick even deeper into his girl. He came so hard while throwing his head back toward the ceiling, he was sure he going to flip over backward. The only thing that kept him upright was the t-shirt, the hair and the gasping girl.
Slipping back into his conscious mind, Harry opened his eyes and realized he was still holding on. Instantly, he released Cho’s hair and shirt and watched his beauty collapse forward on her bed with her arms still bound to the bed post. Pulling out of her satiated pussy, seeing drops of his seed sneaking out of her red hole, the sixth year searched for his wand. Retrieving it quickly, the released the binds and climbed down the bed to his girl.
“Cho? Cho, are you alright, Love?” he asked worriedly, as she lay still and panting at the foot of the bed. Lying next to her, still fully dressed in his clothes, Harry pulled his naked girl into his arms and rocked her, hoping for a response. “Love?”
“I’m…okay…Harry,” Cho finally answered, her voice shallow.
Harry was glad to hear her voice, but still rocked her against him worriedly. “I’m…sorry, Niao, I didn’t mean to pull…so hard,” he explained to her forehead guiltily before kissing it.
To his surprise, a light giggle came from his exhausted love. “It’s…okay, I wanted you too,” Cho assured, still in a shallow tone. “My, that was…wonderful, Harry,” she added, finding the strength to nuzzle in his neck. “I love it…like that. We’re going to have…loads of fun.”
Harry couldn’t help but smile. He also couldn’t help but wonder. “Niao, where did you learn this from? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry but Cedric didn’t seem the type and Corner just doesn’t seem that smart, Ravenclaw or not. So who…”
“My first and only time before you, Harry,” she answered, propping her exhausted body up on her elbow to look into his eyes. “It was a few days before you asked me out. So, it…wasn’t either of them. But I was taught well.”
Harry marveled at the fact that Cho could lose her virginity and endure such a complex, dirty, exhilarating act. “Who was that lucky, Cho?”
Cho giggled and tucked her pulled raven tresses behind her ear, her wrist blazing with the marks of their wonderful perversion. “Well, Ginny is rather persuasive when she wants to be,” she said with a sly smile. “And with all those lovely toys…”
The word “WHAT?” bounced off the walls of the Ravenclaw girls’ dorm for nearly ten seconds. And in Hogsmeade, a mime toppled over suddenly in the snowy streets.
*****The End****
A/N: Don’t ask about the mime!lol Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading it!Type your cut contents here.