even though i know it's wrong (e)
Pairing: Ron x Pansy x Hermione
Wordcount: 233
A/N: guns in the summertime Prompt von tears_into_wine to passion / to paradise / to pain / tonight
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even though i know it's wrong
(e)
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'It's wrong. Everything I do here is wrong', he thinks, as his hands slide down at Pansy's back and he grabs her well-shaped butt. 'It's so wrong.'
And although he always says this to himself over and over again, his guilty conscience almost eats him in the early morning hours, when he sneaks back to his apartment and slips to bed, after a hot shower, to wash away Pansy's lipstick marks and the smell of her perfume, and lays down next to Hermione, he can't get away from Pansy.
He can't stop to send her messages unnoticed by the others and stipulate secret, nocturnal meetings.
He can't suppress the passion that always rolls up in his loins, when Pansy passes him, throwing him theses seductive look and lascivious poses her black hair over her shoulder.
A satisfied grin shows up on Pansy's lips, as she bends over him and bites in Ron's bottom lip, not really soft, before her face disappears between his tighs.
'She knows exactly, that she drives me mad. That my guilty conscience kills me', it flashed across his mind, short before Pansy's nails bore into his loins and her lips shut around his cock.
'Anytime, I'll have to pay for these stolen nights in paradise. Anytime, the pain of tonight and everything I do to Hermione, will catch me up', is the last what he thinks before he falls.
Wordcount: 233
A/N: guns in the summertime Prompt von tears_into_wine to passion / to paradise / to pain / tonight
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even though i know it's wrong
(e)
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'It's wrong. Everything I do here is wrong', he thinks, as his hands slide down at Pansy's back and he grabs her well-shaped butt. 'It's so wrong.'
And although he always says this to himself over and over again, his guilty conscience almost eats him in the early morning hours, when he sneaks back to his apartment and slips to bed, after a hot shower, to wash away Pansy's lipstick marks and the smell of her perfume, and lays down next to Hermione, he can't get away from Pansy.
He can't stop to send her messages unnoticed by the others and stipulate secret, nocturnal meetings.
He can't suppress the passion that always rolls up in his loins, when Pansy passes him, throwing him theses seductive look and lascivious poses her black hair over her shoulder.
A satisfied grin shows up on Pansy's lips, as she bends over him and bites in Ron's bottom lip, not really soft, before her face disappears between his tighs.
'She knows exactly, that she drives me mad. That my guilty conscience kills me', it flashed across his mind, short before Pansy's nails bore into his loins and her lips shut around his cock.
'Anytime, I'll have to pay for these stolen nights in paradise. Anytime, the pain of tonight and everything I do to Hermione, will catch me up', is the last what he thinks before he falls.